From Jon to Dean (WWE Jon Moxley Jonathan Good Dean Ambrose The Shield)

Fixing him, Being there and Loving a black hole

{a/n: I have recently got a laptop which means that chapters will be easier to write, similar in length (unless I decide otherwise) and just easier for me. However I am very thorough and often end up rewriting half of the chapter so though uploads may not be weekly they will be of my highest standard}

I woke to the feeling of a dull ache down the right side of my neck, shifting slightly to rearrange my head I felt strong arms tighten around me. As I blinked the sleep out of my eyes I caught the clock over Jon's shoulder '9:31pm', we'd been asleep for roughly three hours.

I yawned at the thought and looked up at Jon, his eyes were closed but his breathing was uneven telling me that he was awake.

"Jon?" I mumbled quietly whilst tucking a stray curl behind his ear and realised that he was whispering rapidly against my hair, every so often kissing my forehead.

"...don't go please don't go I won't hurt you I promise please..." Jon kissed me lightly on the forehead and I shuffled up to be eye level with him

"Please open your eyes" He obliged slowly adjusting to the harsh light that was still on, I looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of colour and emotions, pale blue covered by a bright green covered by a grey mist, which matched the insecurity covered by the confusion covered by the pain.

"I'm not going anywhere" I whispered against his lips, after several moments of searching his eyes I took a bold move and placed a single, gentle, kiss to his lips.

Jon looked shocked and even more confused as he took his right hand off of my lower back and traced my lips carefully with his thumb

"They're soft" He spoke clearly for the first time "they're gentle" he took a breath before adding "I like them" and placing his arm around me once more

I smiled at him as I wrapped my arms around him in turn.

"How's your shoulder?" Jon looked confused for a moment before he rolled his right shoulder and winced in pain "Not good?" he shook his head no and I sighed "I've got to get you to a doctor, come on" As I tried to roll over and out of Jon's arms he pulled them tighter around me.

"No." I sighed and faced him once again, placing my hand on his shoulder

"You need some stitches, you're pretty busted open back there" Jon shook his head once more

"I've been fine without stitches before, I'll be fine now." Jon looked me dead in the eyes "It doesn't matter, I'm tired, let's sleep again"

"Okay, A, it does matter you could get infected and you've lost a lot of blood, I would know I cleaned it off of you and B, this couch is really uncomfortable, wouldn't you rather sleep wherever you're staying??" Jon groaned and shoved me off the couch, I flinched as my arse hit the ground and raised an eyebrow at him

"Get out" I froze at the sudden harsh tone to his voice but then nodded slowly and got up, clearing the coffee table before leaving, I chucked the stuff in the bin as I had no idea where else to put it and walked in search of the medical room.