Warfare of The Heart

"Anyways, Cena is dead and now Justin is injured," frowned Wade.

Heath took his hand, "I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry..."

Sheamus shook his head as they reached the others. "Well I guess that saves me doing it..." He said, looking down at Cena.

Justin blinked a few times, trying to clear the tears that were on his face so he could see Heath properly.

Wade frowned, "How wrong is this...our men killing each other..."


Heath frowned, "Justin...Justin I'm sorry..."

"We all knew Cena was an arse..." Sheamus shrugged. "He was only here because he was good with a sword."

"I know...." Justin said quietly. "I-it just....hurts..."

"He was but he was a horrid man..." Wade said, looking at the tent where Justin was being patched up.

Heath held his hand, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry you're hurt..."

Sheamus nodded. "You want to see him, don't you?" He asked, seeing the look on Wade's face.

"Not your fault..." Justin mumbled, squeezing Heath's hand. "It's his..."

Wade nodded, feeling foolish. "yeah...yeah I do..."


Heath pressed Justin's hand to his face, kissing it softly. "I'm still sorry..."

"Would Heath even allow yeh near him....?" Sheamus asked.

Justin smiled at Heath, brushing a finger against Heath's face.

"Maybe I don't know..." Wade frowned.


Heath kissed him, "I love you..."

"Well yeh are his Knight...you do have the right to see him..." Sheamus pointed out.

"Love you." Justin said quietly, smiling.

"But Heath is his lover," shrugged Wade.


Heath smiled sitting next to his bedside as the doctors worked.

"Yes and I'm the king." Sheamus said, stating the obvious. "So what? You're allowed to see your Page."

Justin hissed in pain, muttering in Afrikaans as one of the doctors put something on his wound.

Wade nodded and headed toward the healers tent, "Justin..."

Heath's eyes flashed hatred, "You...you..." he took a deep breath, "He'll be fine."

Sheamus slowly followed, standing quietly in the doorway, knowing Heath and Wade weren't on the best of terms.

Justin sighed when he saw the look on Heath's face as Wade walked in.

Wade kneeled on the other side of Justin, kissing his other hand. "You'll be fine...I know it..."

Heath hesitated before looking away from the sight.

Justin buried his face in the pillow of the bed he'd been laid on, both to hide the fact he was blushing and because he was in pain.

Heath got up, kissing Justin's hand, "I'll be back later." he walked out of the tent so he wouldn't show his fear.

Justin nodded, his face still buried in the pillow. He mumbled something insulting in Afrikaans as one of the doctors hurt him again as they fixed him up.

Wade smiled, "Shh...it will be fine. You'll be fine..."

Nolee walked to watch from the door, "He won't be able to march..."

"Hurts..." Justin mumbled, slowly looking at Wade.

"I know..." Sheamus sighed. "what do we do then?"

"I know...I know..." Wade soothed.

"Send him and his red headed lover back," Nolee nodded.

Justin groaned and mumbled again.

"It will be hard to convince them, they're stubborn." Sheamus said.

Wade smiled and whispered, "No one understands that language."

Nolee shrugged, "Force them to do it."

"That's the point..." Justin smiled. "No one can tell me off..." He added with a smirk.

"Well I guess if I told Heath it'll mean they're away from Wade..." Sheamus said.

Wade nodded with a smile, "Right..."


Nolee nodded, "That's right. You'll also need someone to help carry the smaller man."