Emily recovers after Tyris

Emily lay in a room backstage that had been cleared as an emergency medical resting spot for wrestlers beaten up in their match. She ahd taken quite a beating from Tyris but she ahd already regained consciousness. She graoned loudly, holding her side from the busted ribs. The doctors worked on her and seemed to be amazed that she had already woken.

"Heh. GUess I lost, huh?"

The doctors gave her a grim look as if puzzled why she would have such humor after what happened to her.

Emily and the doctors would then hear a loud sound in the doorway, it would be Tyris clearing her throat to get their attention. She gave each doctor a cold look, and getting the picture, they would each head out of the room scaredly. Tyris would then close the door behind her and lock it, walking over to Emily slowly, giving her a wicked grin. "You look a bit hurt, little girl. It'd be a shame if something happened to you while you were helpless like this, wouldn't it?"

Emily showed no fear as she looked up at Tyris. She then smiled a bit and looked away.

"So...how did I do, chief?"

"Hmph. Pathetic, honestly. I shouldn't have went as easy on you as I did. But...I'm not an idiot, I know it's a good idea to have someone watching my back."

Tyris sighed, running a hand through her hair before continuing. "So, I guess I'll let you stick around. But it's like I said in the ring, piss me off and you're going to regret it, got it?"

"Heh...sure. Whatever yuo say...groan."

Then she would try to sit up despite her injuries. She coughed a bit and her lips were flecked with blood.

Tyris shakes her head. "Don't talk, you're just going to kill yourself. Lie there, and get some damn rest."

"You sure?"

Emily was showing a lot of confidence on the outside trying not to look weak in front of Tyris.

"Of course I'm sure, idiot. Do you want to have lasting injuries or something?"

Emily sighed and lay back down, gently closing her eyes.