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Adam winced with pain and frustration. Every bump in the road was painful to him, and he was relieved that they were nearly home.
Amy was full of concern as she drove, occasionally turning her head away from the road to eye her husband every time a moan or groan escaped him. She knew this trip had to be agonizing for him, and she felt horrible.
After they'd eaten a late dinner at Denny's with Jay, Nora, Chris and Trish, the redhead had insisted on taking him to the hospital. The pain he was feeling had been plain for all to see as they'd sat there dining. A fan had even approached their table to ask if the tall blond man was okay. She had thanked him for his concern and played it strong by saying that he *would* be. And once they'd finished and paid the bill, Amy had driven Adam straight to the emergency room of the nearest hospital. Lord knew, she wasn't one to take chances.
The Canadian had gotten a rather quick diagnosis - he had indeed torn his groin. Fortunately, the doctor didn't say he required surgery. But he *did* need to take a few weeks off to heal - about as much as a month. As far as Adam's champion status was concerned, as long as he wasn't out for longer than a month, he would keep his title. As much as it hurt, he acknowledged the procedure the company had to maintain, and he accepted it.
"Kill me now..." the tall blond man muttered as they went directly over a pothole Amy hadn't seen. She winced right alongside him, turning concerned hazel orbs his way.
"God, I'm so sorry, baby!"
He shook his head.
"It's not your fault, honey... The damn city should fix these streets!"
Amy felt like crying as she made a right turn, finally on their street. She wanted to get him into bed as quickly as possible and take care of him. It was going to be hard for him to maneuver around for awhile with such an injury, and he had crutches to help him walk. He had also gotten a prescription at the hospital. Not wanting to take painkillers because they were so highly addictive, Adam has asked for an alternative - and so, the doctor had written out a prescription for Tylenol with codeine.
Amy pulled the car into the driveway and parked. She would have to carry their bags inside because of her husband's injury. However, the blond man was stubborn and insisted on carrying his own.
"Oh, come on," she protested when he reached for his bag. He had set one of his crutches aside, leaning it against the car. He slid the strap over his shoulder, then retrieved his crutch again.
"Amy, you're pregnant - you shouldn't be carrying anything heavy."
The redhead rolled her eyes, shaking her head with impatience. Even injured, he insisted on doing everything. "Just pull *your* bag," he said, shrugging away when she reached up for his, just as stubborn as him.
"It's just a few steps to the house!"
"Exactly," Adam said. "It's just a few steps, so I can manage."
Amy watched him hobble his way up the walk and to the door as she pulled her wheeled suitcase after him. Her heart swelled with so much love for this maddeningly stubborn man. She held her key out as she made it to the door. Luger and Branny were barking on the other side of the door, and she hoped Luger wouldn't jump on Adam. And at those thoughts, she fully intended to make sure that didn't happen.
As they stepped inside the house, the blond man dropped his bag just beyond the door, a grimace on his face as he nonetheless verbally greeted the dogs.
Amy released her own bag, stooping over to say hello to the boys. She spoke to them sweetly as she stroked both. Luger put one paw up, and she took it, playing 'shake hands.'
After a few moments of that, she got up and headed to the bedroom, catching up to her injured husband on the way.
"Oh, baby... Do you need help?" She wanted him to lean on her, but she knew he would do no such thing.
"No... Thank you, Ames." He flinched as he hobbled the remainder of the way to their bedroom.
The redhead grabbed hold of one of his arms, not exactly helping him but more out of wanting to touch him and be close to him. A sad thought came to her, that being that, at least for the next few weeks, she would have to go it alone on the road. Despite her progressing pregnancy, she was still in a storyline, and therefore still required to appear for RAW and the houseshows.
Finally, they reached the bedroom, and Adam put the crutches aside, then gingerly lowered himself onto the bed. He groaned all the way there, and the redhead felt helpless. She wished there were a way for her to take away all of his pain.
When he was finally settled about as comfortably as possible, Amy removed her shoes and then his own. Afterward, she allowed herself to sink onto the bed as well, and she laid down, resting her head on his shoulder.
The blond man sighed and put his arm around her, stroking her hair.