Randy was certainly taken aback at the question. Was Alison really serious? The person he loved the most, the person who's name was tattooed on his arm, was asking if he was another doctor?

He gently shook his head. "No Alison, I'm not another doctor. I-I'm your husband."

"Husband?" she repeated as she looked down at her left hand. There was the evidence, the 1.5 princess cut diamond sitting on her finger."

"Dr. Reynolds, can we talk for a second," Randy asked as they left the room. "What's going on? I thought you said her tests were looking good? I thought everything was happening the way it was supposed to."

"Randy, her tests were looking positive, and they still are. Alison had a traumatic brain injury, and amnesia isn't uncommon."

"How long will it take for her to regain her memory?"

"Unfortuantely I can't answer that," she answered. "It could take as little as a week or two. It could be maybe a few months. And…she may never regain her memory."

"What?" Randy exclaimed. "So…you are telling me that my wife may never remember who I am?"

"What you can do is surround her with family & friends, or even pictures. Let her live her life and normal routine as normally as possible."

A day passed and although Randy knew Alison was leary of their situation, he tried to be by her side as much as possible. He dozed off in the middle of the afternoon, but soon felt poking on his arm.

"Ummm…hi," she said as he opened one eye.

"Hey," he instantly replied, standing up.

"Ummm…I'm kind of hungry & figured we could talk," she suggested.

Randy instantly nodded. "Yea that sounds good."

The couple walked quietly to the cafeteria and as they began to grab a snack, the questions began. "So, we are married right?" she asked.

He smirked. "Yes, we are definitely married. We got married on August 16 in Las Vegas."

Alison frowned. "Vegas? I'm not that type of girl. We didn't marry in a church?"

"The girl I know doesn't want to wait for something that special," Randy said, shaking his head. "I won the WWE championship the night before, and proposed to you right after. You were so excited, and to celebrate both occasions, we decided to go to Vegas. And baby, we are so in love. I love you so much," he explained.

"Do…do you have proof? I mean, for all I know you could be some psycho stalker."

That night at home, Randy kept thinking about Alison's request. Does he have proof? How do you prove to someone that you love them? How do you prove to someone that they are your whole world?

The next morning, Randy walked his usual route to Alison's room but was surprised to see her bed empty. He turned around and walked toward the nurses desk.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for Alison Orton. She's not in her usual room."

The nurse was quiet as she typed on her computer. "She was actually moved to a regular room, 4th floor room 403."

"Thanks," he replied as he sprinted toward the elevator.

Once the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, he once again sprinted toward the appropriate floor. When he arrived, Randy noticed the door was open door. Dr. Reynolds was in there talking with Alison, as well as two adults he didn't know. "What's going on?" he asked.

"We have done some tests, and see no reason why to keep Alison any longer," the doctor explained. She then turned her attention to the brunette. "Now Alison, in hoping to regain your memory, I want you to live as normally as possible. Go about your normal routine, and just because you are having a hard time remembering, do not let that stop you from living normally."

"And we will bring you home and I will take care of you," the elder woman said smiling.

Randy shook his head. "You just heard the doctor. She is supposed to go about normal routines. So that means she should come home with me."

"And who are you?" the other man asked.

"I'm Randy. I'm Alison's husband," he replied and then turned toward her. "Al, you asked for proof. I have something I want to show you and something you need to listen too."

"Ok, what is it?"

First, Randy pulled up his sweatshirt and placed his arm in front of her. "I always said that I would never tattoo someone's name on my body. And there is yours. In cursive and in the color red, your favorite."

"What is she supposed to listen to?" the woman asked.

Randy messed with his phone and then held it out. This is a voicemail you left me about a month ago.

Hey babe, it's me. I know your probably in the gym or at a signing, but I had to call & tell you I miss you. I'm done at the dance studio so just call me back when you get a chance. I love you baby! And I absolutely can't wait until your home in December! Bye!

Alison heard the word dance studio and tears sprang to her eyes. She had always wanted to be a dancer, even as a little girl. But her father had convinced her to go to school and enroll in law school.

"Why should she go somewhere with a stranger to a place she doesn't know?" the man asked again.

"Who are you?" Randy finally asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer.

"My name is Andrew, Alison's father. This is Cate, her mother. We are familiar to her and I feel that is the best thing for her."

As Randy was about to voice his opinion, Alison chimed in. "Look mom, dad, the doctor did say I should go about normal routines. I don't think it would hurt to go with him."

Randy smiled to himself as Alison and her parents talked about it for a few more minutes. She agreeing to go with him was just the start of her recovery. And he was determined to help in any way he can.