Rose was in the middle of stirring her stew when she heard a noise she had been hoping she wouldn't. She walked into the living room to see Mark's shoulders shaking violently as he coughed, after a few minutes he stopped and returned to a deep sleep. Walking over to the couch she reached her hand out to feel his forehead, yep he had a fever she thought to herself. Returning to the kitchen Rose pulled out a bottle of cough syrup and returned to the sleeping giant.


Glen sped through the parking lot and hurriedly park his car, "he's a deadman!" he mumbled as he stepped out of the truck, for the past three days Mark hadn't answered any of his phone calls, he left numerous messages for him at the hotel front desk, but the man Glen talked to said he hadn't seen Mark at all.

Walking into the arena Glen immediately knew something was up, every person he passed looked up only to give him looks of pity, and sorrow. After walking down a few hallway Glen spotted one of his close friends.

" Hey Dave." Glen said approaching the big man. Dave looked up at Glen and his smile faded.

" Hey Glen." was Dave's only reply, Glen could see that Dave was a little uncomfortable.

" Do you know if my brother has arrived yet?" Glen asked after a few minutes of silence. Dave looked up with a sad look on his face " Glen I think you should go down to Vince's office and talk to him." he replied looking down at the floor. Before Glen could reply Dave walked off not looking back at the shocked giant.


" Alright, last one!" Rose stated as she picked up the slobbered tennis ball. " Go get it" she yelled as she threw the ball high into the air, and watched as Trixie took off to go retrieve it. As they were walking back, thoughts of the man who had been staying on her couch for the past couple of days filled her mind. He still hadn't fully awakened yet, and he would only open his eyes for brief couple of minutes while she fed him, or gave him medicine. Deep down Rose was starting to get a little worried, she was almost positive that he had pneumonia, and to her he didn't seem like his health had been approving any in the past few days. Shaking her thoughts she opened her front door as a ave of shock hit her. She looked over to the couch and noticed the man was sitting straight up, and was fully conscious, studying his face she could easily tell he was not happy.

Mark studied the women how had just walked through the door, she was beautiful that was easy to see, and damn did she have one hell of a body,he thought looking her up and down, but those thoughts did nothing to decreases the anger that he had built up within the last few hours.

" Where in the hell are my clothes?" He asked, his annoyance and anger both evident.

" Excuse me?" Rose asked in surprise.

" My clothes, you know those things that cover the parts of my body that you like to fell on so much, where might I find those?"

Rose felt her checks turning red, she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment, or anger. It had been a while since Rose had actually gotten mad at anything, and she was surprised at how quickly her temper returned.

" Oh, those things? Yes the ones that were soaking wet, with little icicles growing on them, when I found your freezing cold, limb body in the snow, yes now I know what you talking about, let me go get those things for you!" Rose replied her voice thick with anger. How can this man be so damn rude after everything she had done for him? She had saved his life and he was acting like an asshole!