Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Mpreg, Self-Harm, etc.

"No..." Seth trailed, hot, wet tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched the crimson blood swirl down the drain. One hard fall in the ring had cost him everything. Not even two months into his latest pregnancy, he'd already miscarried. That brought the total to five.

Five miscarriages. He felt like a foolish dreamer, actually thinking that he could carry a baby to term after the first time. While on NXT, when he had first met Roman and Dean, he'd misjudged a moonsault and landed stomach-first on a metal chair. The resulting D&C had led the doctor to claim that it would nearly be impossible for him to conceive again. But as he soon realized, conception wasn't his problem. With the new storyline concerning Daniel Bryan, Seth was taking a lot of abuse. He'd only known about the baby for two weeks, maybe three...

As soon as Daniel had kicked him in the stomach, he'd known. He'd barely made it to the locker room before the blood started flowing. He'd carefully stripped off his clothes before entering the shower stall, before falling to the tile floor and letting the tears fall. Everything hurt. And he couldn't help but crumble at the idea of telling Dean and Roman that, yet again, he'd miscarried. Hell, he hadn't even told them about the baby yet, and now he would be telling them about another miscarriage. It was a tired cycle and he was so, so done...

Seth peered down at his wrists, ridden with scars from the four other failed pregnancies. Why did he always approach everything with such optimism? Why couldn't he just face the facts - that even if he were to get pregnant, it was highly improbable that he'd carry to term? His eyes fell down to the spiraling pink water once more. He knew that he should be angry, furious even, with Daniel... if he had never kicked him, none of this would have happened... but he couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything at all. All he felt was empty.

Two shadows appeared in the opening of the showers, and Seth could only assumed that these shadows belonged to Dean and Roman. This was only solidified by Dean's voice echoing through the chamber, "Seth? Seth, baby, are you in here?"

"I-I'm in h-h-here." Seth said, sniffling. He rubbed at his eyes, reaching weakly to turn off the water and try to hide the blood. Just as his fingertips touched the knob, the shadows appeared in the mouth of the cubicle. Out of the corner of his eye, Seth could see their eyes on the blood.

And every emotion felt in that room seemed to be summed up in the incredibly weak plea of, "Seth..."