CM Punk love [straightedge and stunning]

I woke up on a bed with red sheets and a red blanket. This isn't the hotel room. Where am I? I opened my eyes and looked around. Before I could figure out on my own where I was, Phil walked into the room.
"Jill! Oh thank God you're awake!" he said and walked over to the bed.
"Yeah. -cough- Ow." I looked down at my stomach and my ribs were taped up.
"You ok?" he asked. He seemed concerned, sohe held my hand.
"My ribs are killing me. What happened, Phil, and where are we?"
"Well, after that bastard speared you, the paramedics checked you out. They said you cracked one of your ribs and a few others were bruised. And we're at my house. Remember, RAW was in Chicago." he said and smiled. He brushed the hair out of my eyes. I traced the letters 'F-R-E-E' on his knuckles with my fingertip.
"I think I'm gonna try and get up." I said and he helped me out of his bed. "Ok that's better. I should change. I'm still in my ring stuff. Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked sweetly.
"Of course." he said and opened his closet. He pulled out sweat pants and a muscle shirt. "This Ok?"
"Of course Philly. Thanks." I went in his bathroom and changed. His familiar scent was on his shirt. God I love him. I carefully walked out and back into his bedroom.
"So you wanna give me a tour?" I asked and winked.
"You up to it?"
"Of course!"