A few days had passed and Roman was still in the coma. My dad was released from the hospital and came with Vince to see Roman. The house shows for the weekend were cancelled due to the incident and injuries with some of the roster. Vince informed me that all the superstars and divas were still alive and at home, although Sheamus and Golddust were still hospitalized with injuries, although they would be fine. Roman was in the worst condition as a performer.

I was glad to see my dad was okay and out of the hospital now. He seemed to be back to his old self, which was a relief. Vince, on the other hand, seemed to still be scatter-brained. He was visibly shaken up and uneasy standing in the hospital. Justin and I had been spending our days the same, spend all day long at the hospital, then go to the hotel to get a few hours of sleep, then repeat the next morning.

One morning a few hours after arriving at the hospital, Justin offered to go get Roman's parents, and I breakfast. I offered to go with him, but he told me I should stay and get to know Roman's family better.

After Justin left, there was an awkward silence for a while. Sika went to use the bathroom and Roman's mother finally began talking to me.

"I'm sorry I've been so cold towards you. This is just really hard for me," she said.

"It's okay, I understand."

"I'm Patricia, by the way. I don't think I introduced myself."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded.

"So what's your story anyway?"

"I'm a diva, pretty new to the main roster, actually…"

"No," Patricia interrupted me, "Not your wrestling story, I've heard enough of those in my day. I want to know what makes you who you really are."

I thought about it for a minute. "Well, I was raised in San Bernardino, California. My dad was always on the road and my mom was always drunk. They both had their fair share of affairs, so I have trust issues. Sometimes I wish I would've gone to college right out of high school instead of starting my career right away, but I didn't. And sometimes I feel like the most alone person in the world, even when I'm surrounded by thousands of people."

She stared at me intently, staying silent and just nodding. I looked over at Roman, then back at her before she finally spoke again. "So why didn't you go to college?"

"I wanted to be in the ring. That's all I've ever wanted. I couldn't wait to graduate so I could begin training all day every day. It's what I am passionate about, it's what I love. And as a woman in this business, I believe the younger you start, the better off you are. If I would've waited until I was 23 to start training after college, I would already be behind. And most divas retire before they're 35 so they can be moms, so I just wanted to make the most of it."

"Interesting…" She lightly tapped her chin. This woman was incredibly hard to read. "So where do you see yourself after wrestling?"

"Honestly, I've never thought about life after WWE. I always just pictured myself wrestling until I was too old to get around by myself."

"So you don't want children?"

"To be honest, I've never thought about it."

"Hmm…" She paused, "You know, having a big family is part of Roman's life. He wants to have many children."

"Oh," was all I could say.

Her tone changed, "He wants at least 4 babies. Do you think you could handle that? If not, I suggest you get up and leave this hospital room now and don't bother pursuing a further relationship with him."

"Ma'am, we haven't talked about marriage or children or anything like that. I'm not against having children, but I haven't thought about it much either."

"Well now you know my perspective on it. There are a lot of women who would give anything to marry my son and give him the family he not only wants, but the family he deserves."

I was speechless. Luckily, Sika returned a few moments after. While he was talking to Patricia, I text Justin not to come back in the room, I needed to go find him.

…

I met with Justin at a local Starbucks. He was confused as to why I left the hospital in such a hurry, but I couldn't sit there with Roman's mother anymore. When I saw Justin, I ran to him and cried onto his shoulder in a hug.

"What's the matter?!" He asked concerned.

"His mom! His mom is the matter!" I went on to explain what had happened in the short time that he was gone.

"Aubree, she's stressed. I'm sure she's just trying to think of the future, rather than Roman's current situation."

"No! She hates me! I'm telling you, she hates me!"

He chuckled. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you."

"Ugh!"
"Alright, let's take this breakfast back to them. You'll have to face her eventually."

…

It was a few nights later when I got a call in the middle of the night from the hospital. My heart immediately sank, thinking they were going to tell me what I couldn't bear to hear.

"Hello..?" I answered wearily.

"Hi, this is Dr. Monroe from the hospital calling. I would like to inform you that Roman has woken up."

I screamed and jumped on Justin to wake him up. "JUSTIN! JUSTIN! COME ON! WE HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!"

Still half asleep, Justin rolled out of bed and got dressed. We got ready in record time and made our way to the hospital.

We sprinted to his room and saw doctors surrounding his bed, asking him questions. His voice was raspy and low. I could barely hear what he was saying from the door.

The doctors finished talking to him and asked to talk to me.

"So, he's still a bit confused, not remembering everything." The doctor started to tell me. "Don't take it personally if he forgets your name that is normal in cases like this."

I nodded. The doctor then gestured it was okay for me to go in.

"Do you want me to come too?" Justin asked.

"No thank you, I think it'll be better to do this alone." He nodded when I said that and went to sit in the lobby area down the hall.

I slowly walked into the room, realizing I was really afraid of what was about to happen.

"Hey…" I whispered to get his attention, sitting next to his bed.

"Hi," he was mostly monotone.

"How are you feeling?"

"Didn't you just ask me this?" he questioned.

"Roman, it's me, Aubree… I'm not a doctor."

"Who?"

I took a deep breath, "Aubree. I'm your girlfriend."

He stared at me, confused. "I thought Summer was my girlfriend."

"She used to be… You guys broke up, though."

"Interesting…"

We were interrupted when his parents barged through the door. His mom rushed to his side, pushing me out of the way in my chair, hugging and kissing her son. His father stood off to the side smiling. I slowly walked out of the room, with Roman staring at me the whole time.

I stood outside the door, not wanting to venture off too far. Justin saw me and began walking down the hall.

"How'd it go?" he asked me once he arrived to me.

"He didn't remember me. He thought Summer was his girlfriend…"

"Oh, Aubs…"

"No it's fine. The doctor said this was normal. He is probably just blocking that day out, you know? Like a coping method… We did just make up that day…"

We fell silent for a minute, when I heard Roman talking inside the room, "Who was that girl?"

"Oh, nobody. She shouldn't have been allowed in here. She was just a fan." His mother answered.

"Oh, okay."

…

I didn't go back to the hospital for three days. I didn't want to be faced with Patricia so soon after what she had told Roman. I knew he would've believed her because she was his mother. I was incredibly pissed off that she had said that, but I knew I had to get over it. Roman would eventually be better and everything would go back to normal.

I told Justin that if he wanted he could fly back to Tampa and get on with his life. I felt bad for keeping him here with me, but he didn't seem to mind. He agreed that it would probably be a good idea because Roman was now awake and healing. He took a cab to the airport and I was left alone in the hotel room. In fear of going to the hospital and dealing with Patricia alone, I decided calling the hospital before going was a better idea.

The doctor I spoke to told me that his parents had just left and that nobody was visiting right now, so now would be a good time to come see him.

When I got to his room, he looked up at me, "You're not supposed to be here."

"Roman, it's me. Aubree."

"My mom said you're not allowed to be here."

"She lied. Roman I have been here for you every single day. I love you."

He didn't say anything.

"Roman, look, these are pictures of us together," I pulled my phone out and showed him pictures of us together from before the accident.

He still remained silent.

"Please, you have to believe me," I pleaded.

"Aubree…" His voice changed tones, like a light bulb went off.

"Yeah…"

"Aubree!" He pushed himself up to a sitting position, but then grimaced in pain and fell backwards on his bed.

"Hey now, take it easy baby."

"Aubree!" he exclaimed again. He was excited he was remembering this, but I was just as excited.

I leaned over to kiss him when there was a knock on the door.

His mom was back.

And she looked pissed.