You were excited because you have waited to go shopping for your best friend's wedding. You made a list of things to get, present, cards, food, entertainment, and a dress. She asked you to put together her wedding because you know exactly what she wants. Event planner was your hobby, your main job is a forest guide. You always know how to get around in the forest and it history. You meet your best friend when she booked a tour and forgot to put down what guide she wish to have. Since then, you became close to her. As you made sure you have everything you need on the list, you were about to leave to go shopping when you heard your phone ring.

"This is Ashley Smith, how can I help you with your event?" You said.

"It me, Marry."

She did not sound to happy.

"Mary, what wrong? I don't like that tone."

You were worried about her.

"I have to postpone the wedding, my mother just pass away. The wedding will be held next year."

She hung up. You could not believe what you just heard.

You sat at your desk wondering what to do. You decided that you would get the stuff anyway. You got into your Hummer and drove to the mall. After 3 hours, you got everything on the list. After loading the stuff, you got in and was about to leave but you heard a thud.

"What the?" You said as you look around.

You did not see anything so you got out and walk around. When you got to the back, you saw a guy on the ground.

"Oh my…"

You kept yourself from saying it. You remembered your mother telling you never say the word but you never understood why.

"Sir, are you ok?" You asked and notice his hair.

It was spiked and a fiery red color.

"Sheamus. My dad favorite wrestler." You said under your breath.

"Sir, can you hear me?"

He was not moving.

You knew you can't carry him to you Hummer because he was a big guy. You was about to call for help when he started to move.

"Sir, are you ok?"

He opened his eye and looked at you in great pain.

"I'm not going to the hospital. Hate them with a passion." He barely said.

You put up your phone and told him, "I won't. But you're gonna have to get up so I can help you. I can treat your wound and take care of you until you are healthy."

He manages to get to his knees before throwing his large arms around your neck. With your help, he got to his feet. You guide him to the passenger side of your Hummer. Once You helped him in, you bucked him in. As you was about to go to the other side, he grabbed your arms.

"Where are we going? I am not going to the hospital."

You took his hand and told him, "I'm not taking you to the hospital. I'm taking you to my hose so I can take care of you."

After you shut the door and got in, you drove home.

"I'm glad I went through medical school." You told yourself as you helped him in your house.

"Where are we? This doesn't look like the hospital." He said very weakly.

"This is my home, you are having a hard time remembering things." You told him as you took him upstairs.

You lay him on your bed and took off his bloody clothes.

"Good thing your underwear is fine." You said as you went to wash the bloody clothes.

You went down to the basement to get some clothes for him. When you came back, you notice that he was looking at your picture that you had on your night stand. You ran and took it from him.

"Please don't." You said as you put the picture in your lock box in the closet.

"Who is he?" He asked.

As you cleaned his wounds, you knew he won't remember about the story behind the picture.

"He was my fiancé until he attack and held me prisoner one night. He is now rotting in jail." You told him. "Here, I found some clothes for you to wear."

You handed him the clothes and left the room. You went to your third floor balcony. You remembered everything that had happened. You wanted to cry but can't, you have things that need to be taken care of. You unloaded the stuff from your Hummer and put them in your office. You then went to check on him and his injury.

"I was waiting for you to come back." He said.

"Why?"

"Because you don't know who I am and I don't know who you are."

"Oh I'm sorry. My name is Ashley Smith."

"Stephen Farrelly. You may know me as Sheamus."

You sat on the edge of your bed and asked, "What happened?"

You wanted to know.

"I was attacked. I don't know who or why."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I'll make you something to eat."

You went to your kitchen and made a soup. While you let the soup simmer, you went to look at the security cameras you installed on you Hummer.

"Wow. He must have wondered around before collapsing." You told yourself.

You went back and grabbed a bowl of soup.

"Here your soup."

You set the soup on his lap and turned to leave.

"Ashley, I'm going to need some help."

You turned to look and saw that he was having a hard time eating.

"You must have some tearing in your muscle."

You went to feed him.

"The soup is good. Made it yourself?" He asked.

"Yes I did. I'm glad you like my soup."

You put down the bowl and checked his right arm. He jerked when you were massaging to feel for any tears.

"That hurts a lot."

"Found it, You have a serious tear in your forearm muscle."

You put his arm in a sling so it can heal properly.

"Anything else hurts?"

He grabbed you and kissed you. When he stopped kissing you, you saw that he fell asleep. You quickly cover him with the blanket and left. You sat at your desk trying to figure out what had just happened.