This is what i think may have happened after raw on monday lol. read and review please.

"Can you please just go?" The Latina asked, begging the man through her tears. "Ok I think we have enough." The cameraman said, titling down the recording device in his hands. Melina tried her best to smile at him as he left her and Mickie alone in the medical room. "What the hell was that?" She yelled, turning her attention to the woman beside her.

"What?" Mickie asked, confused as to what it was that she had done wrong. She pulled the bag of ice off Melina's ankle, "Am I pushing to hard?" The other girl flinched, "No, I mean out there." She yelled pointing to the door to imply that she meant on the show. Mickie lowered her head, and laid a hand on her girlfriend's ankle, gently messaging it. It was then that she knew what she was talking about. She was referring to when she stopped fighting to tend to her, and all the touching and whispering that ensued.

"I guess I was just worried about you, I didn't think about how it would look on camera." Melina let out a sigh, closing her eyes to try and forget the pain. "Yeah you never think." She immediately felt bad when she opened her eyes and saw the look on her partners face. Sitting up she titled Mickie's face up to hers "I'm sorry, I shouldn't take all this pain out on you. But baby that was a close call tonight…we really need to be more careful."

Mickie smiled, "I was just so worried." She moved in and placed her lips on Melina's. "I'll be more careful, I promise." Not that she really wanted to be more careful, all she really wanted was to be able to live a normal life with the person that she was in love with. So what if that person happened to be the same sex as her why should that shit matter?

She trailed a finger up Melina's leg, she loved the woman in front of her and all she wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops. When she saw her fly of the turnbuckle she couldn't keep the match going, not until she knew if she was ok. It was all to be a work but when she heard Mel cry out Mickie knew that it wasn't. Rushing to her side wasn't an option; it was priority…nothing else mattered in that moment but her safety. Watching the tape back she hoped it wouldn't look too sensual, but it probably would. She didn't remember exactly what she did in the moment but she knew that there was a lot of whispering and a lot of protection going on. Stuff that shouldn't have been happening between woman who just weeks before were bitter rivals.

"Good." Melina replied, satisfied that something like that wouldn't happen again. She loved that her girlfriend cared, and she loved the feeling of her soft hands tending to her every need but not on an international television program. She took Mickie's hand in hers. "I love you but for now that's just a me and you thing ok?" It broke her heart as much as she knew it broke Mickie's but in the days of the Internet the word would travel too fast. She was already out there from dating John Morison and after that fucking Batista, if Mickie came out now she'd look like a massive slut. It was only worse because she knew that this was so different, the girl beside her was her one and only.

The cold ice hit her ankle again and Melina relaxed as Mickie moved it in soft circles. "Better baby?" She asked, resulting in a nod and smile from Melina…her eyes once again glued shut. "So we're ok?" Mickie questioned, worried that she was still angry. "Wonderful," Melina replied. "But what the hell was up with the ass grabbing?"