Disclaimer: I do not own the characters affiliated with WWE, however I do own Imogen Copeland. The characters are from my imagination, so I'm sorry if you don't like Adam Copeland as a good guy. I'm a review whore so please review!

Chapter One

(Imogen POV)

I sit against the wall across from his room trying to steady my breathing. Two hours ago when I had checked on him and he was fine, ten minutes ago I had pronounced him dead. Mr Smith had been a kind gentle old man who'd come in for a simple appendisectomy. I look into the room where the nurses are preparing the body to be moved. The room is cold and bare, though most hospital rooms are void of character and colour.

"Doctor," I look up to see Nurse Kathleen standing by the nurses' station.

"Your husband is on the phone for you."

"Thankyou Nurse," I say standing up and walking towards the station, brushing my hands down my blue scrubs I pick up the phone and sit on a vacant seat,

"Hey baby,"

"Hey petal," he said in his husky baritone, "you seem down."

"We lost a patient."

"Oh sweetie," his voice swimming with concern, "I'm so sorry. I'm sure you did all you could."

"Enough about me; how is my champion?" I quickly change the subject, not wanting to go into Mr Smith's death.

"Fighting fit and missing you like crazy."

"I miss you too sweetie, I miss not having you to come home to."

"Don't worry, I'll be home tomorrow morning and then I'm yours for an entire day." I sigh and nod.

"I can't wait. Are you fighting tonight?"

"Not tonight," he says, "but I have to be at the arena because we're doing some press stuff. Speaking of which, I'm being told to hung up and get to my segment taping. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay; I have to go see some patients before my shift ends."

"I love you so much."

"Not as much as I love you." I hear him hang up and place the phone on its handle. I look sadly around the station until my eyes fall onto Kathleen's,

"Girl you need a break. Go have this cup of coffee outside, smoke your cigarettes, clear your head. In two hours you can go home, sleep, and in the morning doll yourself up for that sexy husband of yours."

"Thanks Kathleen," I say taking the offered cup of coffee and cigarette packet.

I leave the ward and the hospital. Outside the air is warm and welcoming in comparison to the coldness inside. Sitting on the bench I light up my vice and inhale the sweet substance. Patients and patrons look on in disgust as I indulge in my break yet five other doctors and nurses are also enjoying their smoke breaks. Yes smoking kills but so does working ten hour shifts in a hospital ward and with the way I'm feeling right now I could hardly give a fuck what these people think.

I think about what I have to prepare for when Adam comes home tomorrow. We've been married for two months and I have hardly seen him, one of the comeuppances of being married to a professional wrestler. Adam is my everything and I was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

I cross my legs on the bench and lean into the back. Sipping the coffee I take another drag of my cigarette and reminisce about my first meeting with Adam two years ago. He'd just separated with his wife Lisa after the Lita fiasco and was in England touring with WWE while I was in my last year at Oxford completing my postgraduate degree in clinical studies. I'd gone to London for the weekend to go shopping with some college friends. We were at the Chinawhite in Soho for some well deserved drinks when I bumped into the tall, gorgeous man with golden hair. The chemistry was immediate and the connection was strong enough that we kept in touch. Several months into our friendship we began a long distance relationship and soon after graduating I moved to America to be with the man. We were married a year and a half later.

I am happy and love my husband with every fibre of my body, but the distance is making me miserable. When he's not on an international tour see each other three times a week and were always too tired to do anything besides lie in bed all day and make love.

I put my cigarette on the ground, stub it out and make my way back to the ward I've worked on for the last year and a half. Work is my refuge from the empty house Adam and I call home. If it weren't for our dogs I would spend all my time at work. Sitting at the nurses' station I begin working my way through the mountain of paper work. I look over at the room where Mr Smith had died and my heart sinks. The room seems so much colder and grim.

I walk into the empty room and sit on the newly-made bed and simply take in my surroundings. The blinds are shut so the room is dark, like the bedroom me and Adam share. I sadly rest my head in my hands and sigh. If my marriage becomes dead and remote like this room I could easily become ex-wife number three. There has to be a way of making this marriage work.

The house is cold and devoid. My world seems empty and lifeless when Adam is away with work, coming into an empty home makes my heart break every time I step over the threshold. However when Adam is home my world is full of love and happiness.

There are two Adam's: WWE Adam Copeland and my Adam Copeland. To the world he is the most egotistical opportunist that graced the screens. My Adam is sweet, caring and thoughtful. When I am down he knows how to pick up my spirit. He is unbelievably funny and sensual. To the world he was the man who broke up an amazing relationship; at home he is always busting his ass to better himself.

I close the door behind myself and lean against it. The house is dark and it feels empty. Turning the lights on I make my way upstairs to our bedroom before throwing my overnight bag onto the bed and going to the bathroom. The bathroom faintly smells of his aftershave. I change into my pyjamas; showering at the hospital is my rule, there was nothing I hated more than driving home smelling like I've just done a ten hour shift. Adam's 'Sex and Violence' t-shirt is his favourite bed attire on me and wearing it for him makes me feel special yet wearing it when he is away makes me feel safe.

I sit on the bed and brush my long brunette hair into a ponytail. I lie back and stare at the ceiling blankly. I can smell his warm aroma on the pillows and sheets; the bed is so cold in comparison to the rest of the house. It is here I miss him the most, I miss having his protective arms around me as I sleep, waking up enclosed in his embrace, our love-making. The things he does to me while he's home drive me insane while he is away. I want him; I need him every time I lay in our bed.

At 27 my responsibilities overwhelm me immensely. Peoples lives are in my hands, I have no friends in Tampa and when Adam is away I have no one to turn to. My friends and family have made no effort to be a part of my life since I moved in with Adam. They saw the Adam that the world saw and in their eyes he was no good for me, after all we had only been dating for six months and I was too young and ignorant to be dating someone like Adam Copeland.

I look over at our wedding photo and smiled. We are both so happy that day but there is still some sadness that looms in my heart. There had been no one there to give me away at our wedding, none of my friends or family had come; Adam only had a handful of people at the ceremony that weren't family. Thankfully, Adam's family had warmly welcomed his new love. I trace my fingers over the picture and smile again.

I get under the covers and gradually let sleep take me in. One thing I'm grateful for is the fact that my job runs me so ragged that getting to sleep is no trouble, though it unfortunately does not stop me from dreaming about him, my family, my patients.