WWE Prompt One Shots 3

Dean Ambrose #68 & #73

"Feeling any better?" Dean asked, wrapping the blanket around me, my eyes waking up slowly.

I shook my head in response, my throat to sore to dare speak. He sighed, pressing his hand to my sweaty forehead.

"I'm going to go and get you a cold towel and a drink, try and get rid of this fever." The harsh touch of the cold as he slid out of bed startled me, my hand clasping to his wrist.

"Don't leave, come back to bed," I whispered, trying, weakly to pull him back down.

He was far too strong, sliding out of my grip. "Let me go and get these for you and then I'll be right back love."

I snuggled further into the pillow, sending him a glare. "I just want to be better."

"I know sweetheart, I'm going to help you get better. Now smile, it's the best medicine to get you back on the mend." Through gritted teeth I flashed him a smile his eyes lighting up. "There's my girl, I'll be back in just a minute."

The door barely had time to shut before my eyes shut once more, laying back trying to forget about the sickness and wait for Dean to come back.