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Something was telling her that it was not only a bloody nose that was bothering him, because his attention was elsewhere right now. Maybe there was a mild concussion, but for that to be true, Sami needed to see their doctor. But for the time being, they would continue their conversation so to speak. “Truth be told, I like your company, probably more then I should of. Plus, I hate Kevin and his buddy Chris with their little “male Laycool” vibes, so… It’s way more interesting to hang out with you”. Sure, after the show everybody was planning on celebrating, but not in her case. “As much as my girls wanted to drag me into some club or whatever to get celebratory drinks I will pass. That big and comfy bed in my room is calling my name. What about you mister?”

       ^{“I’m plannin’ on going to bed too, but I might have a little trouble with that…”      he drawled out, taking off the ice pack and putting it down next to him. Calloused fingers lifted to prod his nose gently, checking for damage. They came away damp, stained red. Lowering his head, he pinched his nose shut to stem the blood flow, taking breaths through parted lips. The initial sharp pain had dulled into an uncomfortable throbbing along the bridge of his nose, but for a wrestler who’s suffered much worse, this was nothing. Besides, he had something – someone – far more important to address.      “With all this pain, I doubt I’ll be able to get comfortable enough to go to sleep so I dunno what I’ll do. ”}