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Not once had Colby outright lied to Saraya’s face. She knew that, even in an inebriated state, which was probably why she had wound up at the door to his hotel room. She knew that she could ask him to his face, and he would tell her the truth, or make it clear that he wasn’t. When she asked him the question, his answer was all she needed to hear. 

She believed him.

Something about his face was just so calming and comforting to her, it always had been. Long ago when they started this dance, he had gotten under her skin in a way that she could never truly explain or understand. She didn’t want this to end, she hadn’t wanted it to end the first time around. And if there was nothing going on between him and Rebecca, there was no reason that whatever had been blooming between them couldn’t continue to bloom. And after what he had said to her in the hallway of the arena, she truly wanted to hear what he had to say when she wasn’t seeing red any longer.

She stepped into the room, stumbling slightly into the door frame as she passed it before toeing her heels off with a hand to steady her against the wall. Leather jacket shrugged off her shoulders as she walked further into the room, tossing it aside. The bed looked comfortable, and he wanted to talk, so what better place than the bed? Atleast, that was her mindset as she walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge and glancing at Colby, just wearing her now signature look of crop top and jeans that she wore for television. 

Leaning back on her elbows, she kicked her feet up before chuckling deeply. “I hope you weren’t expecting me to stand the whole time, yeah? Had a few too many pints at the little pub stand, soz. But come, talk, say and do what you want to do.”

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Colby was retreating and part of Saraya really wanted to go after him, to fully hear him out. But anger was a very real emotion that she was feeling. He had all the time in the world to mention it to her, but he hadn’t. And really, the excuse that it was something everyone backstage knew wasn’t a good excuse. That didn’t mean he shouldn’t have still took the time to tell Saraya the details, to tell her in a very definite matter that it was just for show. She would have given him the same courtesy if the situation was reversed. She had every right to be upset.

She didn’t stop him as he walked away, choosing instead to turn and walk in the opposite direction, making her way out to the emptying concourse in search of the beer garden. Finding one that was still serving, she ordered a beer and pulled up a chair, friendly smiles and selfies given to the few lingering fans that asked her for them. She just needed a minute to clear her head, that’s all.

One beer turned into two, which easily turned into three and four. Before she knew it, she had a real good buzz and her mind was still stuck on Colby. Pulling out her phone and ordering a car back to the hotel everyone was staying at, she paid her tab and left to grab her bags.

It wasn’t hard to make her way to Colby’s room, pausing in front of the door and staring at it for a moment before she worked up the nerve to knock on the door gently. Maybe he would be sleeping, maybe coming there was a mistake and if he didn’t answer the door, she knew she had her answer that whatever was between them was nothing more than skeletons of the past. But the second she heard the locks undoing on the door, and felt the way her heart beat a little harder in her chest.

“There’s absolutely nothing between the two of you, yeah? Cos I swear to god Colby, I am not going to be some dirty mistress of a secret you keep just to find out you’re lying to me,” she spoke the words quickly the moment she saw his face behind the door.

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Saraya wanted to believe him.

She really did. That would have made everything better, for it to just be a storyline, for it to be nothing more than fake. But he had a reputation for things like this, didn’t he? It’s not like it would be the first time he cheated on a girlfriend, it’s not like it would be the first time he was trying to whisper sweet nothings into the ear of someone that wasn’t his significant other.

But Colby had never really lied to her before. Had he led her on? Sure. But outright lied? Not once.

Her stare was still ice cold as she glanced from where his hand held her wrist up to his face, before gently pulling it to lose. She didn’t move away though, she stood, so close to him yet feeling so far away. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t go letting herself fall again just to end up heartbroken and alone.

“You don’t look at someone like that that you don’t have sommat of a feeling for, Colby,” she replied softly. “If you’re tired of doing it, why do you keep doing it? You keep dragging me and then blowing up whatever the hell this could be. It’s what you do. And you expect me to believe that this isn’t just more of that, yeah? You expect me to just take your words to heart, yeah? What about the pictures, Colby? Off on dates, and kisses after wrestlemania, and red carpets together. What, those are all fake too?”

Reaching out, she brushed a strand of hair from his cheek. “I wanted this to be sommat more. That’s why I was stupid enough to let you back in. And here I am, once again being blindsided by the idea of you and someone else.” Shaking her head, she took a step back, rubbing a hand down the length of her arm. “I just... I reckon I just don’t believe you.”

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Saraya could be a man-eater when she wanted to be. Growing up in an environment dominated by men, she had learned to grow her skin thick, to toss up brick walls when she needed to, to come across as cool and calculated when she felt like the world was against her. To those around her, it was easy to see when she was shutting down.

And right now? She absolutely was shutting down, shutting Colby out because she was already in over her head, already had feelings that she was on the verge of trying to deal with when she found out that Colby was just like every other man that stumbled into her life.

He was asking her what was wrong, and she was refusing to answer. He should have known better, he should have known exactly what was wrong instead of having the nerve to pretend like he was completely innocent in all of this.

Arms tightened against her chest a little tighter, cold gaze diverting from his face, from that devious smile that had managed to tear down all her walls one too many times. He didn’t deserve to hear her say the words, to tell him that she knew his dirty little secret. She had questions though, ones that deserved answers that she was damn sure going to get.

“Does your girlfriend know that you spent the past week cozied up in my home? Prolly not, I doubt she would have looked at you so lovingly if she did.” Her words were laced with poison, as much as she wanted to keep a calm and collected head about things, she couldn’t. Not when she wanted to run, to curl up into a ball and sob. He may have gotten her into a vulnerable position yet again, but she damn sure would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her tears. “I reckon you should be off asking her her thoughts on your match, yeah?” 

She couldn’t stop herself, arms uncurling and a long, manicured nail pointing angrily at Colby as she opened her mouth to speak before promptly snapping her jaw closed and curling her finger back into a fist at her side. “As I said, congratulations. You deserved every minute of it.” She spoke the words, keeping her voice strong without shaking before glaring at him one more time and turning on heel to walk away.

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Stupid.

God, did Saraya feel eight hundred shades of stupid at the moment. The past week had been nothing short of amazing, because it had been spent with Colby. Dear sweet Colby, with his obnoxious laugh and selfless way he had gone out of his way to make sure she was content and happy, even if they were doing nothing more than sitting around her house conversating. Conversation between them had been light when needed, playful when deemed appropriate, and deep when touching on certain subjects - the type of conversations that had kept them wide awake late into the night until they both found themselves drifting off into peaceful sleep.

But during all that time, not once did Colby bother to tell Saraya that he was dating someone. And not just anyone, but someone that was her friend, someone that she had practically grown up with and thought of as a sister. Colby was dating Becky, and judging by the look on his face when he was standing in the middle of the ring looking at her, he was completely in love with her.

Stupid. God, she was so stupid to think she felt the same spark she had felt once upon a time, to think that he was possibly feeling the same way. But that was her story wasn’t it? That was the path she always ended up following, ending up feeling a certain type of way towards someone who would never feel the same way that she did. Atleast it was better than falling into the arms of someone who would enjoy hurting her.

Feet carried her from catering down a hallway, eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through timelines and instagram feeds, seeing all the tweets and photographic evidence that Becky and Colby were not only a thing, but a very public thing, a thing that had been going on for months now. And just when she didn’t think she could have felt any worse, a soft voice greeted her, causing her to glance up and see Colby standing in front of her, stupid smile on his face like nothing between them had changed, like somehow he belonged to her and everything she had witnessed was nothing more than a nightmare.

Clicking the screen to black on her phone, she shoved it into her back pocket before crossing her arms tightly across her chest. She kept her distance, looking down at the ground before steeling her gaze and looking back up at him defiantly. “Congratulations on retaining, champ,” she responded swiftly, voice completely void of any emotions. “How’s the back?”

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Saraya had pointed him in the direction of her bathroom, taking a moment to slip into her giant closet to change into a pair of soft shorts and tank top that would make laying in bed that much more comfortable. Normally, she’d prefer to be sleeping in less clothing, but having Colby in the room meant that wasn’t going to happen. Over the years he had certainly seen her in little to nothing, but times had changed. He hadn’t wanted to keep that girl around, and she certainly wasn’t going to revert to that girl who was clingy and almost desperate. She had come entirely too far.

She hardly had the television on, rambling about a documentary she had checked out a few nights prior when she glanced over at Colby and realized he was sound asleep. Truthfully, she should have woken him, should have sent him to the couch instead of allowing him to sleep in her bed. But he looked so peaceful, and she knew as much as he might try to deny it, his back had been bothering him. Sleeping on the couch would have only made it worse. Besides, her bed was huge. Even with Lobster curling up on the end, there would be plenty of room for them to sleep on opposite sides like they were in two separate beds. With a content sigh, she finished off her beer and slid deeper into the blankets before clicking the light off for the night.

A soft lick to her face woke her up, the softest of raspy chuckles leaving her throat as she blinked her eyes open to see Lobster’s face staring her down. She had slept in, clearly, if Lobster was the one making the wake up call. She started to move, to reach her hand out to pet the dog as she realized she was weighed down, heavily. A thick arm was curled around her torso, tanned fingers wrapped around her own. It felt right, it felt comfortable, and a sleepy Saraya found herself smiling at the comfort of it all.

Until she realized it was Colby. In her bed, wrapped around her tightly in a position that was entirely too intimate for their fragile friendship. Dark orbs went wide as she yanked herself out of his embrace, nearly booting Lobster onto the floor in the process. “What the fuck, Colby?” she nearly screamed the words as she pulled away, yanking the covers along with her. “Get out, what is wrong with you?” He doesn’t hardly move, so she resorts to grabbing a pillow, whacking him in the head with it repeatedly. “Get out, for fuck’s sake, get out!”

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Of course Saraya knew that Colby wouldn’t touch the beer, she had only seen him drink on very few occasions and couldn’t remember it ever actually being a full beer when it did happen. It never bothered her, never made her question him. Everyone was entitled to their own choices, and it certainly wasn’t any of her business to try to convince them otherwise. This had always been the beauty of their friendship though. They balanced each other out in a way that wasn’t even a conscious decision, just something that seemed to happen. It was one of things she truly missed about having his friendship in her life. Honestly, she just missed him, plain and simple. But never in a million years would she admit that to him. Why should she? He was the one who had decided that her friendship wasn’t worth a thing to him, and he’s the one that had tossed it aside. Now, she was content to just sip at her beer silently and pretend that everything in her life was just perfect. It’s what she was good at, after all.

Personally, Saraya loved to drink. It made her feel closer to home, as silly as that sounded, but she grew up at a bar when she wasn’t around some sort of wrestling. Drinking was just a normal part of life in England, and her parents owning a couple bars meant Saraya had been around beer and also drinking it since she was thirteen. Alcohol to her wasn’t something for getting drunk, or losing control of herself... it was a relaxation and a habit and an enjoyment, much like how it was to anyone that picked up a soda.

She didn’t wait for his response, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to him instead. Walking past slowly, she let Lobster out the backdoor to the yard and paused to slip her shoes off with a happy groan. “Mm, perhaps blueberry or some other sort of fruit bagel, yeah? With lots of cream cheese. Heaps. So much so that they ask if you’d like some bagel with that cream cheese,” she chuckled throatily as she watched Lobster do his business before running back to the door, and she let him inside. Glancing back at Colby, she smiled before nodding her head towards the bedroom. 

“Come. The telly out here isn’t hooked up to a thing yet. Just in the bedroom cos really, I’m not home enough to use the livingroom telly. The bed is plenty large, you can relax on it a bit before you decide to go to sleep, yeah?” She smiled, tilting her head down towards the ground before she glanced back up at him. “If you’d like anyway. If you’d rather just sleep I can grab you a pillow and blanket.” 

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“You can buy bagels in the morning, since I know you’ll be running off for your fancy arsed coffee.” Flagging him down was all too easy, rolling the window down enough to stick her lime green manicured nails out the window and wiggle them in his direction. Stepping out would have made it go quicker, but Saraya was already comfortable, and she was the one waiting around for him when she could have already been headed home to the next beer that had her name on it. 

When he finally slid into the car she couldn’t help the content smile that crossed her lips. “Come now, I’d never hear the end of the things if I left you at the airport to your own devices,” she responded before telling the driver it was okay for him to go now. Thankfully, the ride home wasn’t too long, as her house was considered to be in Los Angeles but far enough out of the main area to feel like it was separate. When they finally pulled up to her house, she offered her appreciation to the driver as she stepped from the car and grabbed her luggage. 

Turning back to Colby, her head cocked slightly to the side. “You haven’t seen the new house yet, yeah? Prolly a good thing, I’ve hardly gotten it all unpacked and put together, but it’s starting to look like a home. Lobster loves it, so many floors for him to be running down. But, I regret to say that I haven’t a spare room set up yet for guests. S’not like I often have company to stay the night in a bed other than mine.” She smiled at him before moving towards the steps, hauling her bag up to the front door. 

“Lookit, I’m a high tech fancy lady now bub,” Saraya couldn’t help chuckling as she punched the code into her door and listened for the telltale click of it unlocking. “Don’t need keys anymore, it’s all numbers. Quite lovely, I always lose keys anyway.” Pushing the door open, they were greeted by a wiggling ball of energy that had Saraya squatting down to hug him tightly before moving into the home, leaving her bag inside near the front door. “Come, make yourself at home,” the words came smoothly as she moved towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a beer for herself before turning back to Colby. “I already know you’re about to say no, but would you like one?”

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There were very few things in the world that Saraya could truly say she hated. Abuse was near the top of her list, whether towards animals or humans, didn’t matter. She hated designer knock offs, she hated being treated differently because of being a female in a male heavy industry. But the thing she hated the most, the thing she absolutely loathed yet had to do far more often than she was comfortable with?

Flying. 

Something about being locked in a metal can, flying through the air at five hundred miles per hour with no sense of self preservation was just terrifying. One wrong move and the thing would go down, and she would die surrounded by people that smelled funny and looked at her strangely. 

To pass the time and calm her nerves, she ordered a few beers for the hour long flight. Finally landing in LA, she had the tiniest bit of a buzz as she claimed her bags and looked for her car. When she slid into the backseat, her phone began to buzz. Seeing Colby’s name on the screen she sighed, clicking the accept button as she leaned against the window. “Yes, Colby?” 

Hearing his dilemma had her smiling softly, holding her hand up to the driver to tell him to wait before driving off. “Are you at LAX? If you are, you’re quite in luck cos I’m quite literally sitting in my car at the entrance. If you hurry about, I’ll even be nice enough to give you a ride to my home.”

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The way Colby laughed seemed hollow, that annoying sort of laugh that was either a way to divert from the subject or to cover a lie that was slipping through. As well as she thought she knew Colby, sometimes it was a healthy reminder to remember that she didn’t know as much about his personal life as she did him in general. Maybe he was seeing someone, maybe it was another bad case of him sleeping with one of her friends and not wanting to tell her.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t hers, he never had been - they were nothing but friends and she was okay with that.

Instead of speaking she hummed in response, finishing her bottle of beer before propping her head up on hand, elbow on the arm of the couch as she looked at the tired man on her phone screen. “We’ll figure sommat out, yeah? S’not like we haven’t time for anything. S’not fixing to disappear tomorrow and never be seen again.” She smiled as Lobster jumped onto the couch and flopped his head on her leg with a sigh. “Oh Lobbie,” she scratched behind his ear and glared at Colby.

“Just had to go mentioning the goodest boy going with me, yeah? Now I’m never going to hear the end of it. Ooh, I’ll be sure to throw some of the bad girl’s scrub in there for your mum too. She’ll love it. Oh, you’ll love it too, you can have it too. It tastes like cake batter, yeah? You just scrub it on your lips, gets rid of all the dry bits and leaves them soft and kissable. I’m sure whoever you decide to snog with will appreciate it,” she smiled before tilting her head to the side as she realized Colby’s eyes were closed.

He was exhausted, she had known that and couldn’t be mad that he had fallen asleep. With a smile, she ended the call and scratched Lobsters ears before standing up and going back to finish out her day.

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Sometimes, when Saraya wasn’t thinking about things, it was easy to slip back into old habits with Colby. It was easy to pretend that he hadn’t hurt her, it was easy to pretend that they had always been close friends over the years instead of falling apart. She could remember it like it was yesterday, late night conversations on the couch discussing everything under the sun, practicing in the ring together when they were so much younger, Saraya always insisting it was because she had spent her entire life wrestling with her brothers when truthfully, it was because she had grown to trust Colby more than anyone else.

“I’m not the one you ought to be promising, I reckon your mum is the one who deserves those promises. Unless you’ve got some tail on the side I haven’t heard the rumours about,” she rasped out a chuckle as she spoke, using the sound to force the way the words made her feel from her mind. Once upon a time, she had imagined herself in that role. Truly, she had set herself up for failure, knowing full well that he was involved with her roommate at the time. But for some stupid reason, she let her heart get ahead of her head and what exactly had it left her with? It left her alone and seeking out comfort in the arms of anyone who would have her, it led to her being abused and on drugs, being secluded from everyone and everything she cared for by a man she never should have trusted.

She would never make that mistake twice, she would never again allow herself to be hurt like that.

“I’ll actually be popping through RAW on Monday, leaving the new lippies for the glam squad to test out on the ladies. I can leave a set there for you to pick up as well, you can just stuff them in your bag and take home to your mum, yeah?” Her eyes were diverted to the ground where Lobster was staring, whining softly, and she rolled her eyes before unfolding herself from the couch and leaning down until Lobster was in the view of the camera as well. “Such a ham, just had to say hi to Colby hmm? Spoilt most goodest boy around, I swear.”

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“Mm, thank you,” Saraya replied with a smirk. If there was one thing she truly loved to hear out of the other man’s mouth, it was that she was right about something. It wasn’t something he liked to admit usually, far too stubborn for his own good that had caused them to butt heads on occasion back in the best days of their friendship. Perhaps that friendship was coming back slowly, as much as Saraya was hesitant to let it. She could be his friend, she could pretend there was absolutely no feelings of more between them and keep the depths of her soul barricade in her chest so he couldn’t tear it apart like he had done once before. Fighting against a connection with him was exhausting, and she was so tired of fighting it.

Dark hued orbs scanned his face carefully, mostly concentrating on Colby’s eyes as he spoke. Saraya had learned years ago that was the way to truly read him, to really tell if he was lying or speaking the truth. He was an expert at twisting the truth to suit his narrative, but his eyes were never fully on board. And right now, they weren’t either, but it wasn’t a full betrayal of the story he was spinning, just that he was downplaying things, per usual. Pursuing her lips, she raised an eyebrow in his direction. “We both know that’s quite the lie, Colby,” she responded, almost amused at his words. “There s’not much you wouldn’t do in the name of wrestling, including taking harsh spots that your body wasn’t fully prepared for. But, I reckon I do know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t risk a serious injury.”

Without wrestling, Colby always seemed to feel that he had absolutely nothing. She knew that feeling all too well, it was one that she had felt up until her career ending injury. Unfortunately, learning that life does go on had taken her some time, but now, she felt that her life was moving along pretty well.

Curling up a bit more into herself, she sipped from her beer and offered him a soft smile. “Well my day has been quite lovely, thank you for asking. Did a shoot today for the new lippie shades that ought to be dropping any day now if you couldn’t tell by the full make up and hair. S’not like I’m accustomed to being this dolled up if I don’t have to be. When will you be back home? I’ll be sure to send some of these new nude lippies for your mum, you can get brownie points as a good son by giving them to her.”

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The show was finally over, and though it was nearly 1 am in Saudi Arabia, Saraya found herself flopping onto her couch with phone in handle, fingers sliding along the screen until the dull echo of a facetime call began to ring out. Colby’s name and face decorated the screen as she waited for him to answer, curling her feet beneath her thin body as she grabbed the bottle of beer sitting on her end table and took a sip. 

When the call finally connected, the dull sounds of the hotel room rang out and she smiled as Colby’s face finally came into view. She hated to acknowledge the way her heart seemed to skip a beat every time she saw his handsome face.

“I reckon I’ll take my you were right now, yeah?” she joked with him gently, brushing a few stray hairs from her face to tuck behind her ear. “I told you it would all work out alright. You live to fight another week, champ. The new gear was quite lovely too, didn’t think I’d enjoy that colour scheme cos I’m so used to seeing you in the dark hues but it looked lovely. Really accentuated that gaudy white bandage around your torso. Whilst I can appreciate the extra layer of caution, reckon it would have made more sense and been a bit more effective just to have you out there with the tape on your lower back, yeah?” 

She realized she was rambling a bit, chuckling to herself as she took another drink from the bottle of beer her fingers were holding tightly. The smile on her face faded from one of jest to one that was soft and simple. “But truly, how are you feeling? Did you visit the medics to be sure you were okay? I know a good bit of it was just selling the beat down but I could see the cringe in your eyes every now and then.”

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This was new for Saraya, when it came to Colby. They had spent time getting to know each other years ago, so much so that Saraya had felt that something more was likely to come of it. Nights spent with pizza and movies on the couch, her fingers working through his hair absentmindedly, his leg brushing against hers without a word spoken. She had always felt there was something more between them blossoming, something that made her chest tight and the butterflies in her stomach flutter. Until one day, it just stopped like it had never happened in the first place. She had never understood what she did wrong to make him turn his back on her like that, and it was something that she never truly wanted to discuss.

Never in a million years did she imagine being in his hotel room, in his bed, with him curled up against her. That wasn’t the hand of cards that they had been dealt, and she had accepted that a long time ago. Perhaps this was just him hurting and seeking comfort from whoever was willing to provide it, and Saraya just so happened to be that person. 

The silence in the room was deafening, and Saraya didn’t want to break it. Instead, she chose to lay there quietly, finger still working gently against his scalp as she closed her eyes and tried to relax. His words were so silently spoken that she nearly missed them, fingers pausing as she glanced down at him and sighed. “Come now, don’t be so doom and gloom, love,” she replied softly, fingers beginning their movements again. “Everything will be quite fine. You’ll heal up in no time and you’ll keep your pretty title, and move on to bigger and better things, yeah?”

Hand fell from his hair, moving to his shoulder, letting her fingers slide gently against the exposed skin. “How’s about just trying to get some rest, yeah? I reckon you need it, you’re tense.” She took a deep breath, slowly exhaling before letting her hand smooth down the length of his back like a soft breeze. “Everything will work out just as it should.”

She could only hope that her words rang true.

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As much as Saraya had been determined to ignore the connection she thought had been established with Colby once upon a time, the feeling that sparked beneath her skin as he wrapped thick fingers around her slender wrist. The spark was still there between them, though she would never tell Colby that. Instead, she sighed softly and nodded, knowing that him asking meant her worst fears were true, and he was hurting more than his pained expression let on. 

How could she possibly tell him no when her heart absolutely sang for him, even in his darkest of times?

“Firstly, stop moving so much, it’s completely unnecessary and just hurting you more, as much as you might try to ignore it. Your eyes don’t lie, they never have. I’m not going anywhere, yeah? I promised to sit with you through the night and try to get you rested, and I reckon you should know I’m not one to break a promise, yeah?” Her words may have seemed crass, but her tone was soft and gentle, which was strange for her lately when it came to the dark haired man on the bed beside her.

She found herself shifting, hair flowing around her head as she lay back on the pillow and slid closer to him, arms loose and extended towards him so he could get comfortable as his body allowed. Hand softly grazed his torso before wrapping around him, enough pressure for him to know that she was there but not enough to cause any more damage to his already battered body.

She was terrified for him, though she would never admit it out loud. They had been through a lot of similar things, neck surgeries and injuries that had left them sidelined, constant battering that always came back to bite them in the ass. Something had to give before he ended up in the same situation that she currently was. Knowing Colby as well as she believed he did, he’d never survive being retired from the one thing he truly loved in the world.

“You cannot allow them to keep doing this to you, love,” she whispered the words softly. “S’not fair, and not deserved for them to allow their juggernaut to run loose on you like this just cos he’s pissed off about actually having to work a match or two a year.” Hand slid along his side until it found its way back into his hair where it seemed to think it belonged, fingertips kneading gently into his scalp. “Ought to have gone to the hospital and had them truly check you out to make sure nothing is cracked or out of place,” she gently criticized with a sigh.