It had been a week filled with scans, tests, blood work and consult visits. If anything came from the past 7 days for him, it was extreme tiredness. His job was demanding, filled with traveling and hotel room, different cities and different faces every day. Even that didn't compare to the amount of mental and physical exhaustion he was feeling now. Although, the stark difference between the two was he enjoyed his line of work. He didn't enjoy what he was facing now. Especially considering he couldn't immerse himself in his work or interact with his fans.

If he had learned anything from the past week, aside from being able to spend time with his kids and his family regularly, he was relying on his faith a lot more. He had always been very spiritual. His Samoan heritage was deeply rooted in their faith and spiritualty and it was something he would never forsake or forget.

He looked at the ceiling, counting each flaw in the tiles. He had been laying in the same position for over an hour and he still had some time left. How much time, he wasn't sure, but at this point, a minute seemed like eternity. This was his last test for a while, so that was a positive thing for him. He was anxious for what was to come next, however. He would finally find out the prognosis and the treatment measure he would be taking for the next however long it would take to get back to remission.

Treatments, remission, and back to the WWE. That's all he could think about. That was his focus, and he was glad he had found a focal point. He was worried he would find nothing but a deep, dark depression that he would have to fight alongside the cancer. But he was able to reposition his focus somewhat and at least see a silver lining.

"Hey, big guy." came the voice he had become so familiar with over the past week. He rolled his neck slowly to see Jami turn the lights on and press the dials on the wall. The slab he was laying on began to move slowly, removing him from the structure he had be entombed within.

"Ahhhhh….." he growled, stretching his arms and legs. "That feels amazing."

"I figure it does. And thankfully, you're all done for a while." she replied, offering her hand to help him sit up, which he graciously took.

She had to admit. Every time they had to touch for whatever reason, mistake or otherwise, she always felt a spark, a certain electricity that was undeniable. At least to her. She wouldn't dare tell him, of course, how the simplest touch from him ignited parts and feelings within her that she couldn't recall had ever happened before. She was wrestling with her own demons about those thoughts as it were. And, he was her patient. Off limits.

"Praise God." he muttered. "So, now we have the talk."

"The talk?" she repeated, clearly confused by his statement.

Had she been that see-through? Was she giving off a certain aura that she shouldn't be? Was he feeling what she was, too?

"Yea. The talk." he repeated, standing from the bed, brushing past her gently to retrieve his clothes. He turned to face her and couldn't help but laugh at the confused expression written all over her face. "What the hell is going through that brain of yours?"

His question caught her off guard, breaking her own train of thought and becoming aware of her surroundings again. It was as if a lightbulb went off quite literally. Of course, he meant the talk about his treatment options and what his next steps would be.

"Um, nothing." she replied, the heat filling her cheeks and embarrassment written all over her face. "Just a lot going on right now." she cleared her throat and walked to the door once more. "If you want, get dressed and meet me right across the hall in the office and we'll get started."

"Oh, will we?" he mused, the flirtation evident in his voice. "What do you have in mind?"

"Funny, Joe. Just meet me across the hall." she said, rolling her eyes and giggling as she left the room.

He wasn't sure what had gotten into him, or at least while he was around Jami. She managed to bring a fun side out in him that he thought was long dead since his divorce. He hadn't been able to be that way with a woman in some time and considering the circumstances, it only left him more confused as to why he was the way he was around her.

He got dressed quickly, eager to hear what his options were, but also an air of excitement within him to see her again. She had only just left the room but something about this woman left him intrigued and fascinated.

"So, nurse, what's the news?" he asked, finding a seat next to her.

"Well, it seems like the news isn't all bad. We have the option of trying a medication instead of radiation or chemotherapy. The side effects are less evasive as chemo or radiation, but there are still some. You'll have to be mindful about infections, for one. Bleeding, swelling and bruising, of course. Nausea, vomiting, and…." she trailed off, not wanting to mention her last concern. She exhaled slowly and gave him a small smile.

"Um, you can spit it out. Is it that bad?" he asked, reading the concern in her eyes.

"Well, hair loss." she finished, almost in a whisper.

"Hair loss?' he questioned, before sitting back in the chair and giving off a laugh.

She looked at him, confused at his reaction to what she had just told him. She figured of all the things he may face, his appearance, his gorgeous, long tresses would be the one thing that would hit him the hardest. Now, she watched as he found amusement in her words, and this frustrated her to no end.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked, her voice raising more than she realized.

"Because, of all the things you worried about telling me, it was about a possible hair loss situation I may face. That's cute, but really the least of my worries, honey." he answered.

She sat back in her own chair, shocked at his words, his reactions. She really had misplaced his worries about this illness completely. She figured for the sake of his job and because he had fans and people who followed him, his image would be very important to him. She had realized he wasn't as 'surface' as she originally thought. There was some depth to this man after all.

"Well, you never cease to amaze me." she managed to finally reply before his next movement startled her and captivated her at the same time.

He stood then, placing his hands on the table and leaning in towards her, their faces inches apart. He stared into her dark orbs, trying to read her thoughts, her mind, her heart. He allowed the gaze they held on one another to linger for a moment before parting his lips, licking them, almost to tease her and finally speaking in a whisper.

"I think you were more concerned about me losing my hair than I was." he uttered playfully and offering her a small smile before leaning in and placing his lips to her cheek softly.

"Let's start this treatment." he whispered in her ear before grabbing his jacket and exiting the room leaving her to only watch the doorway as she rub the spot where his lips once were.