Dominick Cruz POV

Only when you feel you're on top of the world should you start to worry. Urijah and I once again were pinned against each other and acting like we hated each other at this point was easy. Except this time it was a tv show full of cameras and us training other fighters. As for Elana and I things seemed to be perfect, though the concern written across her face seeing me push my body was evident.

"Dom." She whispered softly before taking a sip of her coffee then glancing at the clock. "It's four am babe, what are you doing up?" I sighed softly and cracked my back before grabbing my bag.

"I gotta get training, then I gotta train the guys, eat, train myself again-" She raised her hand to shut me up before shaking her head.

"Dom weigh yourself right now. You look like skin and bones, I'm worried." I shrugged and slung my back over my shoulder, walking over to her.

"It's part of the gig you know that babe. I gotta make weight otherwise nothing matters."

"135 Dom is what I weigh with my gear." She shook her head and kissed my cheek before shrugging. "But this is your life and your job, not mine. Just take care of yourself and be careful." I chuckled slightly and sat my bag down, picking her up and setting her on the counter.

"Big Bad Lana concerned?" I gasped before smirking slightly as she placed her hands on my cheeks.

"Am Not."

"Are too." I pressed my lips against hers, grasping her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the counter before she pulled her lips from mine.

"Mmm" She huffed quietly. "Maybe I am, but it's only because I love you." I placed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her stroking my cheeks.

"Love you too warrior princess." In a swift motion I scooped her of the counter then grabbed my bag. "We'll grab some sushi around one? Same place as usual."

"Alright I'll see you there Dom." I jogged out of the house taking my GTR once again to the facility like every day. Dare I say it crossed my mind just how much longer I could do this. How much longer could I put my body through this everyday.

"Hey dom!" Eric hollered walking over to me. "Hurry up let's get going, you're late." I rolled my eyes and sat my bag down before starting to wrap my hands. "Nope! We're doing some sparring today. You and Brandon. Chop chop!"

"Someone is cranky today." I chuckled before starting to stretch as I tossed down the hand wraps. Brandon wandered over and we started sparring just like any other day. Then like gunshot to my knee I went down groaning slightly. "Fucking hell!"

"Dom?" Brandon mumbled as I tried to stand, my knee giving out. "Here come on, sit down." I slung my arm over his shoulder and hopped along to the bench as Eric walked over.

"What's wrong champ?"

"I don't know, I can't stand on it." He kneeled down and looked at my knee, extending it as I winched to the movement of my knee's discomfort."

"We've gotta get you to the hospital Dominick." I cursed under my breath before looking at him.

"You can't just tape it up?"

"Dom you might have torn something by the way this looks." Eric stood and motioned to Brandon. "Drive him there I've gotta keep an eye on the shop. Brandon and Eric helped me to Brandon's car before we took off. Mentally I was thinking that this wasn't happening. Not to me and sure as hell not now. Brandon stopped outside of the hospital and glanced to me, my eyes zoning out as he nudged me.

"Bro, snap out of it, I'll gonna grab a wheel chair." I opened the car door and started hobbling towards the door. "Dom!"

"I'm fine!" I yelled back and kept going, yet he started helping me along till a nurse started hollering at me to sit down. It all felt like a blur, changing into some hospital gown, getting x-rayed and set up in a hospital room. I glanced to my phone before cursing under my breath. The idea of telling her she was right was the last thing on my list I wanted to do for more than one reason. Then again her and my mother were the only people I needed. Hesitantly I dialed her number and waited.

"Hey Dom, where are you?" I sighed softly, glancing to the clock.

"I um I'm at the hospital-."

"WHAT?" Her voice raised not out of anger, but panic. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Lana! Relax, I'm okay, I just pulled something during training. My ACL is actually torn." I mumbled the last part before I could hear her release a breath.

"I'm on my way alright? I'll grab some stuff from the house and and talk to your mother and we'll be there. Are they going to do surgery?"

"Yeah in an hour so I'll probably be out by the time you get here. I'll text you my room number and make sure they don't stop you from getting into the room." She laughed obnoxiously into the phone before clearing her throat.

"No one would stop me from getting to your side babe. Especially with my badge, but sure add me to the list." I smirked listening to her boast, yet as I spoke the door opened.

"Well it seems I'm going into surgery a little earlier than expected. Love you."

"Gosh you said I love you twice in one day. I think they must have drugged you already. I guess I can say I love you too. I'll be there soon." I hung up and waved to the nurse.

"Hello Mr.Cruz are we ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." I mumbled watching her shove the needle into the IV.

"I want you to start counting down from 10 out loud alright?" I nodded and looked down at my hands in my lap.

"10...9...8" Bliss.