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Rope Break

Summary: When a ring rope breaks at the wrong time, Dustin sweeps in to save Fergal’s girl.

Pairing: Fergal Devitt X Reader

Warning: Broken bones.

A quick knock at the door alerted me that someone was there. “You're with me. Let's go.” Paul said. He sounded somewhere between angry and busy. Regardless of his mood, when Paul said Go... you go. I grabbed a tablet and followed him. As we walked, we were joined by William Regal and a couple of other people. Nobody was talking and I wondered if anyone knew what was happening.

We passed through the gorilla and straight onto the ramp. In front of me was the ring. The RAW ring. I'd been near and in the NXT ring plenty of times, but this was my first time seeing the RAW ring. The LED boards around the ring, the red on the ring-posts, Drew McIntyre and Braun Strowman practicing some moves in the ring..... I was now working on the main show. Without realizing, I'd slowed down and gasped as the thought overcame me.

A gentle touch on my back shook me out of it, and I saw Dustin standing next to me. “C'mon.” He smiled at me. I hadn't realized we'd picked up Fergal's friend as we walked.

“It's a bit daunting,” I whispered to him, and he gave me a giant smile.

“You're in the big-time now.” He nodded his head to the ring, and I followed. “You've got this” he whispered.

Paul stopped a few feet from the ring, and the whole group stopped.

“Ok. We've gotta cut some promos for this match. Dustin, what do you have for me?” Paul asked.

Dustin was quick to start reeling off ideas he'd come up with for the promos, showing Paul and William sketches on his tablet. I was there to make sure the promos accurately reflected where creative was going to take Braun and Drew. Each person in the group weighed in as each promo was discussed. Everyone was engaged in deciding a proper background for Drew's promo when I heard the wrestlers pick up the pace in the ring. I was turning to see what was happening when I heard........ I wasn't sure at the time what it was. My mind processed that a ring rope went flying through the air and was headed directly at me.

Time slowed down as I saw the metal end of the rope coming at my face. Suddenly, I was grabbed, turned and tackled to the floor. I processed that my head hadn't hit the floor, but that relief was suddenly overwhelmed by a searing pain in my leg and a scream of someone on top of me. My pain was so intense I almost threw up. I still wasn't sure what had happened when William Regal leaned down beside me. He pulled the person off of me. It was then I registered that Dustin had tackled me. The pain.... I couldn't think straight. I couldn't figure out what was happening. The pain was too much.

“Y/N, stay still. Stay completely still.” William barked.

At the same time, I heard Paul yell, “Get medical here with 2 gurneys and some morphine STAT.” Then I heard his walkie talkie beep. He must have used it to call medical. “Call 911!” he barked to someone in our group.

“Dustin, don't move.” someone said. There were shouts and yells everywhere.

“Get Finn, NOW!” Paul yelled.

I tried to raise my head to look around, “No. No. No.” A hand brushed my hair while a hand on my shoulder  prevented me from sitting up.

“What........” I started, but I saw Drew's face hovering over me.

“Stay down, Y/N” He was using his calmest, most soothing voice and it actually helped. “Medical is on da way. Everything is going to be ok.” His eyes caught mine. “I promise. Jus' lay still.”

Braun's voice soothed Dustin next to me, “You're alright. Stay still.”

Drew reached to hold my hand, “Just squeeze if you need to. Keep your eyes on me.”

“What? What's happening?” I squeaked.

A quick jab in my arm alerted me that medical was there and I was getting medicated. Sweet relief flowed through my body. I was so disoriented and confused, but the morphine made me calm. Whatever was happening could wait, I thought as I started to get sleepy.

“I'm 'ere. I'm 'ere” Finn's voice was the last thing I heard. His eyes replaced Drew's and they were the last thing I saw before I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't know where I was. Someone was holding my hand, and I heard Finn praying. I tried to talk, but my throat and mouth were completely dry. A weak grunt came out instead.

Fergal jerked up to lean over me. “I'm 'here. You're ok. I'm 'ere.” He placed his hand on my cheek and brushed it gently. I opened my mouth to talk again, but nothing came out. “'old on, love.” He reached to get some water. “'ere.” He held my head up a bit so I could reach the straw, and I took a little sip of water. “T'ere ya go. Jus' a little bit, babe.” He soothed me.

“What....” I tried to say happened, but only a croak came out.

“Let me get t'e nurse.” He cooed and walked away for a few seconds to call a nurse. He came back and kissed my forehead as a few medical professionals came in the room doting over me. One checked my vitals. Another held a paper in front of me and said, “Point to where your pain is.” I realized the paper had 1-10 written on it and was for me to point to where my pain was. I pointed at the 4. “Good. Good.” they said. Dr. Robinson and Dr. Dugas walked in with a doctor from the hospital.

They were quickly updated on my vitals and pain. Dr. Dugas smiled over and tapped my uninjured leg. “You ok?” he asked. I nodded. “I know you're disoriented. Give us a couple of minutes, and we'll tell you what happened.” I must have looked relieved, because he smiled at me. “You're going to be fine.” He said as much to Fergal as to me.

I looked to Fergal who looked completely downtrodden. He continued to brush my cheek softly. “Tá tú ceart go leor.” he purred to me. I didn't know what he meant, but I always loved when he spoke Irish to me. “You're ok. I'm here.” He kissed my forehead again. “I'm here.” (Tá tú ceart go leor = You're ok)

It only took a couple minutes for the hospital staff to leave the room. Dr. Robison, Dr. Dugas and Fergal were all that was left. I tried to talk again, but only managed to croak again. Dr. Robinson motioned for Fergal to hand him the water. “Gently now. Little sips,” he said as he moved the straw to my mouth.

“Wha...” I tested my voice. “What happened?” I finally asked.

Dr. Dugas was the first to answer, “You've got a broken leg, Y/N” he said calmly. I immediately tried to move my legs, but found one immobile.

Fergal spoke up, “You were ringside wit' your group, and one of t'e ring ropes broke. It went flyin' right at ya, but Dustin saved ya.” He held my hand up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was flooded with the memories of this afternoon. “Dustin?” I asked.

“I'm here.” I heard from the bed next to me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“He's a fookin' hero.” Ferg said turning to grab Dustin's hand.

Dustin shyly answered, “I just did what came naturally.”

“You saved my love,” Fergal assured him. “I don't know what I woulda done....” his voice trailed off.

Dr. Robinson put a hand on Fergal's shoulder. “But it's fine now. They're both going to make a full recovery.” he said.

“Both?” I turned to look at Dustin, finding his arm immobilized in a sling.

“Just a few stitches.” He answered.

“A lot more t'an t'at.” Ferg said. “He saw t'e rope headed to ya, and he tackled ya to t'e ground. It took a huge chunk outta his shoulder blade.” My eyes widened.

“Thank you,” I grunted out as a stab of pain seared through my leg.

“There's a couple of people who want to see you if you're up for it.” Dr. Robinson said. I nodded yes, and he waved Braun and Drew into the room.

“There she is,” Braun said. “You ok?” he asked me.

“I don't know.” I squeaked as my pain spiked again. I squeezed Ferg's hand through the pain.

Dr. Robinson answered, “Yes, she'll make a full recovery. So will Dustin.”

“I feel.....” Drew started saying. “I'm so sorry.” He looked from Dustin to mé. “I was runnin dá ropes when it snapped.”

Fergal stood up and placed his hand on Drew's shoulder. “It wasn't your fault, mate. It just happened.”

Dr. Dugas interjected, “There was a faulty part. Paul is livid.”

“Me too!” Ferg said a bit too loud. I reached to grab his hand again.

“I'm ok.” I said to calm him. I could see anger in his eyes so I ran my fingers over his knuckles. “We're ok.”

“Yup.” Dustin said from his bed.

Drew came over to my bedside, “Don' worry, Finn. Paul's taking care of it. D'ere's a whole crew workin' on findin' out who's responsible.” He placed a hand on my arm. “I'm jus' so sorry.” He said to me.

“It's not your fault,” I soothed to Drew and saw a bit of relief on his face. “Or yours.” I said as I looked at Braun. “Regardless of who is to blame, it's done, and we will recover.”

Dr. Robinson chimed in. “Ok, that's enough. These 2 need their rest.” He turned to me, “You'll be released from the hospital today, but you aren't cleared to work yet. We're going to have to see how your pain is before we clear you.”

I nodded in agreement. “Can I go to the show tonight?” I asked. He looked unhappy so I added, “Maybe in the WWE suite?” I tried to smile charmingly.

“When you leave here, call me. We'll decide then.” He said making sure not to make any promises.

As they walked out, Fergal grunted unhappily. “Yer gonna be t'e death of me, woman. Why do ya wanna go to t'e arena?” He shook his head, but kissed my knuckles again.

“I want to see your match.” I responded.

I saw anger flare in his eyes, “You can watch from dá hotel.” He said emphatically as if I wasn't going to argue with him.

I looked past Fergal to Dustin when I realized he was silently chuckling behind me. He knew I wouldn't give in.

“I'm not going to be working... just watching.” I tried to appease Fergal. Dustin just shook his head.

“You'll be watchin' from t'e hotel WIT' ME!” Fergal half yelled.

“Oh NO NO NO NO NO!” I barked back. “You are NOT skipping a show because of my broken leg.”

Fergal stood up and started pacing with anger. “Don' ya understand love? Ya almost died. You've had surgery for a compound fracture. You need to rest.”

I started to argue when his words registered in my head. “A compound fracture?”

“Aye!” His accent was getting stronger the angrier he got. “This afternoon ya had a bone stickin' outta yur leg, and now you wanna go back to work tonight? Dis is where I'm puttin' my foot down. Yur going back to dá hotel to rest.”

Dustin interrupted in an apologetic tone, “Ferg, I need to rest too. I'll stay with her at the hotel while you wrestle.”

There was no way to pull Ferg out of his anger, but he did seem to consider Dustin's suggestion for a minute. “Aye. I can live wit' t'at.” he said finally. He paced for a few minutes glaring up at me and then at Dustin a few times. “But I'm comin' back as soon as mah match is done.” He barked again. When neither Dustin or I argued, he seemed to calm down a bit.

He wasn't mad at us. He was mad at the situation, and I knew if I continued to argue with him, I'd end up on the wrong side of his Irish temper. With the pain starting to grow stronger, I let it all drop. Fergal stayed with us for a while, occasionally taking calls from people at the arena. He assured them all that we were going to be ok. It was 4 pm before he finally went to the arena with kisses and promises that I'd call him if we needed them.

He stopped by Dustin's bed again and hugged the man softly, “I'll neva be able tá repay ya.”

Dustin just smiled and said, “Nothing to repay. You woulda done the same for me.” Still, I knew Fergal was going to do everything in his power to show his gratitude.

After Fergal was gone and Dustin called his wife, I let sleep take over me. The pain was getting progressively worse, and my only escape was sleep or more drugs. I opted for sleep.

What felt like a minute later, I heard someone calling my name; waking me from my dreams. “Y/N? Before your released, we need to make sure you can hold down food.” A rather stinky tray of hospital food was in front of me.

“Haven't I been through enough today?” I joked at the nurse, but he was NOT amused. Dustin's chuckled appeased me though.

I forced a few spoons of soup in my mouth and found it tasted much like it smelled. I figured the pre-packaged saltine crackers would be safe, and I quickly chowed down on them and the jello that was on the tray.... all under the scrutiny of the nurse. He didn't leave until he was sure I'd swallowed everything I ate.

Soon after, one of the WWE interns showed up to tell us he was our ride back to the hotel. After waiting to see if my food would stay down, the doctors finally started the process of releasing us. Started.... but it took forever. We made it back to the hotel shortly before RAW.

I was shocked at the sight of our hotel room. There were flowers everywhere, and a package of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups sitting on the coffee table for me with a sweet note from Fergal saying he'd be back as soon as he could. Next to the Reeses was a bag of Skittles with a note for Dustin.

“What's it say?” I asked after the intern helped me climb on the bed.

Dustin just chuckled. “It says don't worry about the sugar tonight. You earned these.” He finished reading and added, “these are my favorite.”

Once I was settled on the bed, and Dustin was lounging on the couch, the intern, Darryl, started doting over us. Did we need meds? Did we need food? Can he get us anything? I was about to tell him to go back to the arena until I realized he was probably under orders from Paul to stay with us.

“Food sounds good” I said to both Dustin and Darryl. They agreed. “Should we do room service or order delivery?” I continued.

Darryl spoke up, “I can get you anything you want.” He offered. “I have to go get your prescriptions anyway.”

“I think room service will be good enough,” I nodded at him. I didn't want him doing any more than he needed to. This certainly wasn't the norm for his job, but he was gracious enough not to complain.

Once he returned from the pharmacy though, I was in dire need of more pain meds. Dr. Dugas and Fergal were right to keep me from the arena tonight. The pain was too much. Darryl brought the pain meds to me along with the food that had just arrived.

The three of us sat eating and watching RAW while the meds made my head fuzzy. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew, the tray of food was moved off the bed and I found Fergal sitting in the bed beside me.

“Luv,” He leaned over and kissed me. “How are ya feelin'?” he asked.

“Ugh!” was my only response. “You were right to keep me here.” I admitted.

“Ya had a big surgery today. T'ere's no shame in resting one night.” He said. “I t'ought you were gonna fight me harder t'an ya did.” He admitted. I could tell he was still angry, but he had calmed down a lot.

“Alright, now that you're here, I'm going to go back to my hotel room.” Dustin said.

“You don' have to go.” Fergal replied, but Dustin said he was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

Ferg stood and gave Dustin a hug, “Dude, if ya need anyt'ing....”

Dustin waved off the offer. “I'm good.” He came to give me a hug.

I held both his hands as he got ready to leave and looked him straight in the eye. “Thank you.”

I was rewarded with a big smile. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Dustin said.  

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The Bridges We Burn (4)

((This RP between Iloam of @ourcollectivefantasy and I is backdated a bit, but needed to see the light of day! So many feels to follow in this multi-post RP (there’s a lot of writing, so there will be several posts). Obviously, not all of this writing is mine! This is a continuation from part 3! And Fin, this is the conclusion. ))

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3

"Can't Aelberyn look into people's minds? If she could assure you it's me, and not...I don't know, the demon you think I am, would you believe her? I mean, that's assuming she'd agree to, but...I don't know how to prove to you that it is me. And even if I'm...tainted, I'm here and trying to do better. I am. I'm taking care of the shitty fucking problems I was too afraid to face, before. Please...please see this for what it is: the same girl you sang to on the barge. I'm battered and beaten and I'm crawling back to you, yes. To say I'm sorry. To tell you how much I loved you then, and still do now. That in the darkest days of my captivity, you were the light, for me. You, Iloam."

He wanted to believe it. Of course he did. He'd loved that girl until she left him and spit on him on the way out. He'd never been good at goodbyes - even the ones that ripped him to pieces. But he knew better. He'd been tricked too many times to be that stupid. Demons delighted in his pain. He knew that lesson better than any other. And this... this was lower than anything he'd seen in a long time. "Yeh stay away from Aelberyn. Yeh stay away from me," he managed to grate out. His chest was starting to hurt from holding all the pain in. He could feel himself trembling under his clothes and his eyes burning hot with tears threatening to shed. "An wotever yeh did ta tha poor lassie's soul.... yeh let 'er rest. If I ever 'ear yeh desecratin' 'er memories fer yer tricks again, I'll do t'ings ta yeh tha will make t'e Nether seem like a bloody mercy. Do yeh 'ear me?" This was it. She was losing him, and it hurt worse than anything the demon had ever done - ironic, that. "I have my soul! Fuck, Iloam! I beat the demon. I fought for years. I still hunt demons to this day because I fucking hate them. I always have." At last, do hands fly up in exasperation, "I don't know how to prove it! Eryth is still around! I'm raising my child. Gods...dammit, Iloam! I wanted you to be my daughter's godfather! Dayne fuckin' ran out on us, and I wouldn't choose anyone else. Whistlin' Gypsy Rover is her bedtime lullaby, I...what do I do to prove it to you? You name it. How do I prove I'm not a demon masquerading as myself? That I'm Lily, trying to fight back becoming this...heartless killer, this twisted thing you think I am." She shivers visibly, now - on the verge of hyperventilating, herself. Trembling fingers reach for that flask, at last, "I'm just a flawed woman with an addiction problem, and a lot of apologies to make, Iloam. I'm not as sinister as you're makin' me out to be. But I'm doing what I should have years ago, I'm reaching out. I'm asking for that help now, and I don't know how to show you that it's real." She pressed, knowing that this plea could be her last to the man, "If there's even the smallest part of you that even wants to believe me, please...please hold onto that. I know demons have fucked with you before. Hell, your mother tortured me with one long before Xannivard came along! I know. I'm not saying this is easy, or that I expect full trust. Just...please don't give up on me. If...if everyone who knew and loved Lily-Flower writes her off as dead, why...why fight anymore? The voice tells you you're not good enough, and you shouldn't bother. You're a weight, an anchor dragging them all down anyways, and maybe they're right - fuck, don't you get it? I'm trying to shut that voice up. To be better. To be brave enough to reach out, this time." That flask is clutched in the white-knuckled grip of both hands, as if it were a life-raft she were unwilling to unstopper, just yet. He just shakes his head and takes a step back, done with this conversation. He didn't want to hear any more. "Yeh aren't goin ta fool me," he growled, turning for the door. "Next time yeh see me, walk t'e ot'er way." 

  That was it, then....The End. But it wasn’t as though she’d expected a celebratory parade, or even so much as a hug from the rogue; if she couldn’t love herself, why should he? The least she could do was apologize, and mean it, however, "I'll never stop being sorry for breaking your heart, Iloam. ‘Once crew, always crew.’ You deserved better than the immature girl I was, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry it took losing it all for me to realize just how very much I truly love you...I'm sorry." Softly, this - just loud enough to be heard on his way out...alongside the metallic whine of that flask being opened; so much for trying to get those bad habits in line. He was shaking - full on shaking. His temper snapped, and on his way out, he couldn’t take it anymore; He reached for that porcelain jar of olives on the bartop and spun, hurling it at the back of the couch the girl was sitting on. It hit with such force that it shattered. "STOP! IT!" He screamed at the girl with the horns, furious at the face it wore and the exploitative way it dug into his heart. Hot spit frothed from his teeth as he seethed, and a single stinging tear gathered at the rim of his eyelid. He lifted a hand to wipe it away before the offending thing managed to drip down his cheek. The old rogue turned before it could get to him any further than it already had. He jammed his shaking hands in his pockets, climbing up the stairs two at a time, as he tried to force himself to get it together. And in the opium den of a shop he’d shown her years ago, a Lily Flower that smelled of olives drank, and smoked, until the late night partygoers filled the space with bodies and music and the din of excited chatter that died down as they got high; until they all went away, and the world was quiet again; until the owner came over, and finally told her it was time to go. Alcohol and drugs didn’t fill the holes left behind, but they did dull the pain enough to make it bearable in the meantime.

#addiction #drugs #alcohol #family #crew #actions speak #Iloam #Lily #hurt feelings #burned bridges #apologies #forgiveness isn't easy #demonic corruption #love is hard #coping