Complicated

After War Games

"I'm alright." He said, taking a deep breath. He grabbed my waist and, gently, pulled me into him.

My stomach filled with butterflies. My body reacted even when I knew better. He had been clear, this wasn't going to happen. But damn we were good at pretending. He was hurt so I wasn't going to push him away. I could do that tomorrow.

Bobby kissed the top of my head. I leaned on his shoulder for a long moment, but pulled away before I could lose consciousness. "If you keep holding onto me like that, I'm going to fall asleep."

I walked around the room and he sat back down on the bed. A moment later, the door opened and the doctor walked in. He was the usual doctor that was called in for WWE, but I didn't know his name. I had never needed him before because he was a surgeon. I tried to not read into the fact that he was a surgeon and here in the middle of the night.

"Hey Bobby," the doctor said as if they were friends. "So it's late so I'll just get to it. I read your X-Rays which were very clear. Your tricep is torn. We are going to have to go in and reattach it. It will be a minimally invasive procedure, probably will only take half an hour. You will be out for about 8 weeks."

The doctor said it so fast that it took me a second to process it all. Once I did, my heart raced. He needed surgery. He was going to miss two months of NXT. That was big.

Bobby never missed a beat. "So, when is the surgery."

"Tomorrow. We are going to admit you tonight and have you up in the OR by about 6 in the morning." The doctor said matter of factly.

Bobby ran a hand down his face, "alright. Thank you."

The doctor smiled at me and shook Bobby's hand again before leaving. Bobby looked up to me.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm not thrilled, but I already figured it was going to be not great news." He said.

"I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. It was what it was.

"Will you text the guys for me?" he asked.

"Of course," I grabbed my phone and just started a group text with all the UE minus Bobby. I relayed the information. Adam texted back the fastest. "Adam said that this sucks and he'll see you after surgery."

Bobby chuckled, but he didn't seem that amused. Now that I looked at him, he looked tired. He had been through hell too. I tucked my phone in my back pocket and walked over to stand in front of him. He looked up at me.

"We both had great matches tonight."

"Yeah, we did." He agreed.

He leaned forward and rested his head against my stomach. I ran my hand through his hair. This felt too close. Too intimate. But it was a moment that I wished could go on forever.

The door opened yet again and I jumped back, startled by the interruption of our little moment. A nurse walked in with a clipboard. She smiled warmly. "Okay we got you a room ready upstairs." She said, nodding at Bobby. She noticed me and her smile fell. "We can only let family stay because of the pandemic. Are you family?"

"She's my girlfriend. The only family I have here."

The nurse nodded once, "I'll put you down as a spouse. Don't tell anyone any differently."

I nodded slowly at the nurse. Then we were following her down the hall. Bobby was holding my hand as we walked. But I couldn't really feel it. I was numb. He had just called me his girlfriend.

So many questions floated through my mind. Was he serious? Or was this just so that I was allowed to stay at the hospital? If that was it, how would he have known the nurse would lie for me to be able to stay?