When I woke up some time later, I was alone on the couch. I guess Adam had woken up and put that purple blanket over me. I heard some movement in the room above me, so I slowly got up from the couch, seeing as I was still stiff from the seizures I'd had, and went upstairs to find him. When I did, he was pacing back and forth, phone in hand, with a very irritated look on his face.

He still hadn't noticed me enter the room. I could tell he was upset, tugging at his hair, fists clenched tightly, but I knew what was wrong, so it was stupid to ask. I was going to walk up and wrap my arms around him, hopefully soothing his anger some, but he began screaming, "Listen, she doesn't want any damn surgery! What are you assholes not understanding about that!?"

I couldn't help but get worried for Ren in that moment. What were they talking about? Surgery!? I was told that she was more banged up than normal when she left, but I wasn't aware of anything that required surgery. Jesus, what the hell had they done to her?

"Because, you'd be cutting out a part of her brain, asshole. That's why! You're talking about this surgery like it's getting your tonsils removed. This is a major procedure and she doesn't want it. Do you understand that? Now, up her dose of medication, change her pills, maybe suggest some new holistic route than can help boost her chances of not having one... but she's not getting brain surgery! Scrap that fucking idea, before I come down there and remove a part of you that you'd still want there. You got me now, motherfucker!? Good!"

He threw his phone down in anger, and the screen instantly cracked into a million pieces. Which just made him more mad, tugging at his hair again in frustration. There were tears brimming his eyes when he turned around and saw me there. He softened instantly, and I walked over to him and threw my arms around his waist, pulling him toward me.

He just... broke. Sobbing immediately, his arms clutched around my shoulders so tightly that I could barely breathe and he was shaking, anger and despair vibrating off of him in horrible waves.

I waited until it seemed the tears had stopped and his breathing returned to normal before asking, "What the hell is going on?"

"They want to cut out the dead part of her brain, saying it's the only way to ensure these never happen again." he said, "I don't know shit about neurology or whatever, so for all I know, this could be the best decision for her. Maybe they are right, but... God! She just sounded so scared, Jeff! She said, 'What if I wake up and I'm a completely different person? What if I don't wake up at all?' I couldn't... oh god..."

He broke again briefly, but I erased the tears from his face as soon as they appeared. I didn't know what to say in situations like this. Hell, all of this was so new to me. Apparently, I didn't have to say anything though, because he soon calmed again just at my touch.

He grabbed my hand from his cheek and pressed his lips to my knuckles, before he continued, "And the fucking nurses are acting like this is no big deal. They didn't even want to talk to me at first, because I wasn't immediate family. God dammit, I should have just went with her. What if...?"

I cut him off with a small kiss, "Babe, listen to me. Jay is there for her. You trust him to do the right thing, right?"

"Yeah, but they don't want to tell him anything either, because he isn't her husband. Because apparently a ring is the only thing that makes a relationship relevant to them." he said.

I put my hand on his chin and forced his gaze to mine, "Let's go down there, then. No offense to Jay, but you are a lot better at getting what you want. If you have questions, you will get those answers, am I right?"

"Yeah." he said, "But, are you sure you're up to it? What if something bad happens?"

"Hey, if I have one, we're already at the hospital, right? No worries." I smiled.

He kissed me, gently, his smile brightening his face as he said, "Thankyou for this, Jeff. Seriously."

"No problem." I smiled, "Go get the car warmed up and I'll get my shoes on."

Adam had quite an argument with the staff at the hospital. A few of the nurses knew who we were right away, and it helped a little bit in getting the answers we needed, but it was still a struggle. The doctor finally came and talked to him and Jay, but he basically had the same suggestion. As scary as it was, he said that Ren would need brain surgery eventually, that there were only so many close calls she could get. But both were adamant and said that it was her body and her choice.

"Well, I can't make her do it, but I hope she'll reconsider." the doctor said, before turning to Adam, "And as for you, you should become her official care taker so you can avoid all of these hurdles the next time."

"Or you can just marry her already." Adam said to Jay, jokingly, as the doctor chuckled and threw up his hands, as if to say 'I don't want to get involved with that one', and walked away. Jay obviously didn't get the joke, though, based on how quickly the color had left his face. Adam laughed slightly and threw his arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, bro. I don't think she's expecting that any time soon."

"So, she'd be surprised then...?" Jay said, questioningly.

Adam got a huge smile on his face, before he stiffened, looked at him seriously and poked him in the chest, "You better not be fucking with me, dude."

Jay just smiled and shook his head that he wasn't. "I hate to say it like this, but... I don't know how much time that we have, so I want to make whatever time we do have special."

"When are you going to do it?" I asked.

"Well, I have to leave for another taping on Sunday, so I was hoping some time before then. But I don't want her to remember it like this, all stitched up and stuff. But, then again, when am I ever going to get that window of opportunity? She's always hurt."

"Hey, man. I know I don't know her very well, but I don't think she's going to care about a few stitches in her lip, honestly. No offense, but after that huge one on her head, this one seems like nothing." I replied.

"She doesn't hurt herself every single time or anything. Usually, she's just sore afterwards. That's why I was thinking maybe I should wait. You know, for one that's not so bad...? Plus, I don't want her to look back on it years from now and have done anything that'll make her mad at me. I want it to be a good memory, because I know she doesn't have too many of those."

"Or you're just chickening out, like always." Adam retorted.

"Whatever, man." Jay replied, "Why'd you guys even come down here anyway?"

"To annoy you." Adam replied, "No, just... when I heard something about brain surgery, I needed to be here to see what was happening."

"You mean, to take control of the situation."

"No, that's not what I..."

"You don't trust me to be there for her." Jay said, cutting him off, before adding, "That's it, isn't it?"

"Maybe if you two hadn't been hiding it from me, like, forever!" Adam replied.

"It's only been a few weeks, man."

"A few weeks? You can't be that blind, can you?" he asked Jay.

"What do you mean?"

"Please, dude! Everyone, except you apparently, knows she has been in love with you since she was... what, eight years old? You have always been some kind of golden god to her; I never understood it! But you... you've been in love with her since she was eighteen and you finally saw her as an adult. And you know exactly what I'm talking about too."

"No, Adam, I don't think I know to what you are referring. Why don't you enlighten me?" Jay replied, obviously annoyed.

"One of the first years we were working with the WWE, the tour just happened to land in Toronto for Ma's birthday. We stopped by and Ren was out in the back yard, barbequing. She was in this blue tank top and these ripped up, tiny jean shorts. I told you I thought she was going to catch her tits on fire, remember? Anyway, I caught you literally drooling, bro. It was kind of pathetic." Adam said.

I just rolled my eyes and interjected, "Okay, Mary Kate and Ashley! Don't you think we should put this discussion off until later? I think we have more important things to worry about. Like, when can we take her home?"

"They still want to keep her for a few hours of observation, so who the hell knows?" Jay replied. "Listen, Adam... I got this. I'll get us a ride home. You two go and relax."

It took a little more persuasion, but Jay and I eventually convinced Adam to leave. I thought we were going to go back to the house, but he apparently had other plans. We ended up on a cliffside, on the hood of his car, staring off over the ocean. I couldn't deny it was romantic. I just never saw Adam Copeland as the 'romance' type. But here we were, wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing like we were each other's source of oxygen and we'd die if we separated. It was something you saw teenagers doing, not men our age.

Initially, we had come here because he said it was the place he came when he needed to be alone with just his thoughts for a while. And apparently, with Ren at his house now, he felt like his mind blocked itself there. Like, somehow, she magically knew everything he was thinking about and it made him self-conscious. So, he said he went for an aimless drive one day and found that place, and ever since then, it had been what he called his "thinking spot". Although I couldn't account for much thinking that we had done since we got there.

At first, he ran to the edge of the cliff and screamed... just vented, getting out all of his frustrations. I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him softly, but he took over, frantically trying to lose himself within my lips. That's when we ended up on the hood of the car, making out, which was proving to be a nice distraction, but I quickly decided that Adam was going to need something to properly get his mind off of everything and on to the good things happening right now.

I pushed his shoulders back and grabbed his arm, leading him to standing. I placed soft kisses up his jaw to his lips as I opened the back seat door, and pushed him backwards, laying him down. I was thinking about climbing on top of him but figured it would be too cramped, so I grabbed his hips and slid them down to the edge of the seat.

He sat halfway up, resting on his elbows and looking down at me, as my knees hit the gravel. He then sat up fully and I just somehow knew he was about to protest what I was about to do, but I placed a finger over his lips and pushed him back down, with a devilish grin adorning my face.

I pushed his shirt up and kissed his chest, raking my teeth across his nipple, already hardened from the cold, night air. I lapped at it, softly, before moving down, blowing gently in his belly button. My hands went to his zipper and undid his pants quickly, kissing his hip and running my tongue along the edge of his groin muscle. I finally inched his jeans down enough so his cock sprang free from the denim, and I didn't waste any time to start working it in my hand slowly. When my tongue met the tip, his hips leapt from the seat slightly, and I couldn't help the smile on my face when it did.

His eyes were fixated on my face, as well as they could be through half-veiled lids, so desperately trying to memorize the way it looked when my tongue swirled around the head and I began taking his length in at an agonizing pace. I sucked my cheeks in when I finally felt him hit the back of my throat, and I sped up a bit, curling my tongue around the underside of his shaft. His head fell back onto the leather and a moan escaped his lips, and I then decided that was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard in my life and vowed that I would hear it as often as possible.

His fingers tangled in my hair as his moans grew louder. "Fuck, Jeff. So good. Faster... please!"

His wish was my command.

When I increased the pace, he began panting and his hips tried to buck up into my mouth. My fingernails scraped along his hipbones as I forced him back down, but that just made them shoot up wildly again. I gagged when it happened, the back of my throat contracting around his tip and he nearly yelled out in pleasure.

"Babe, so close... 'bout to..." he warned, before shouting at the top of his lungs, "Oh god! Jeff!"

There was the scream I was looking for.

I smiled at the small conquest and took down all he had to give me. I moved around to the other side of the car and let myself in, lifting his head up to fit into my lap. He turned, kissing along the strained material of my jeans, but I stopped him, leaning down and capturing his lips with my own.

"Nope. Tonight was about you."

"Oh, come on. Really?" he asked, unsure if I was being facetious or not.

"Really." I confirmed, "You dealt with a lot today. We'll worry about me later. We got time, right?"

He smiled up at me, "Right."

That's when my phone went off. He grabbed it from the front seat and saw it was Jay, probably just confirming they'd made it back. Adam decided to ignore it, but when Jay called again right afterward, he figured his best friend was just concerned about where the two of them were. Or maybe why Adam's phone was smashed in a million pieces upstairs.

He sat up and said with an aggravated groan, "What's up, dude!?"

After about twenty seconds, he hung up and looked at me with wide eyes. I knew that he was scared of whatever Jay had told him and I knew that just meant more problems. Man, I thought we were done with drama for the day!

I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "Matt's at the house. He wants to talk to us."