She didn't wait long before leaving the couch. She knew from the first two nights that Randy fell asleep fast and slept like a rock once he was out. She got up and walked to the kitchen.

First thing would be to do something about those pills. They were in a glass with no label and didn't look like a legit type of medicine at all. She went through the cabinets and looked at every type of pill she could find to find something similar. She finally got her hands on a glass of vitamin D that looked the same. She switched the pills around and put the glasses back in place. So far, so good.

She then started working her way through drawers and cabinets systematically. She had no idea what she was looking for. She was hoping to find something - anything at all - that could help her and maybe tell her something about herself.

"What are you doing?" Randy asked.

She looked up with a deer caught in headlights look. She hadn't heard him come out of the bedroom. She had her hands inside a cabinet, roaming through it.

"I don't know," she said.
"You don't know?" He crossed his arms. "What are you looking for?"

She gave him the most confused look she could.

"I don't know, Randy," she managed to sound scared. "I don't know how I got here. Last thing I remember is lying down on the couch."
"Did you sleepwalk?" He asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Oh my god, what's going on, Randy? What did I do? I'm so confused."

He pulled her up from the ground and held on to her while escorting her back to the kitchen. She sat down by the table and he placed a pill and a glass of water in front of her.

"You need to take it," he said.

She swallowed the pill without any complaints.

"Good girl," he said. "Can I trust you to sit here and not go wander off?"
"Yes," she said.
"Good. If you're up for it, make some breakfast. If not, that's okay. Just don't move until I get back," he said.

He walked back to the bedroom and closed the door. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and called doctor Ezra.

"What's up with the early morning call?" Ezra asked.
"Do those pills make her sleepwalk?" Randy asked.
"How the fuck should I know? I haven't tested them on anyone before. Every type of medicine comes with side effects. Sleepwalking might be one," Ezra said.

Randy pinched the top of his nose and tried to remain calm. He knew it was risky what they had been doing to her but it was a risk he had been willing to take in order to be with her.

"She threw up last night," Randy said.
"Maybe the dose is too low for her," Ezra said.
"What are you saying?" Randy growled. "You better not be fucking saying that she'll start remembering who she is!"
"Double the dose," Ezra said. "One pill every 12 hours."
"I can do that," Randy said.
"Good, good," Ezra said. "If anything else happens, call me. And I need to stop by soon to run some tests on her. I need to be sure how well my drug is working."
"Whatever," Randy said. "Stop by the arena tomorrow."

Randy hung up and sighed. Double dose was fine. There was a lot of things he was willing to do when it came to her. Something he had already proved to himself and the doctor. He just couldn't help but feel like she wasn't completely on board the plan they had created. He knew it would take time but he hated waiting for her to reach that milestone where she would give in completely to him. He knew he couldn't push it. The doctor had warned him against it. She had to come to terms with her new memories and believe they were real. He sighed, put on his best smile, and walked back to the kitchen.

"I just got off the phone with the doctor. We need to double your dose of medicine," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
"We just do!" He snapped. "You gotta trust the doctor. He knows what he's doing. And you gotta trust me, Rosangela. I only want what's best for you."
"Okay," she nodded. "If you say so."
"I do," he smirked. "Now, how about that breakfast?"


She had a hard time keeping calm that day. Whatever the original pills had been doing had stopped, and she was feeling on edge. Her legs kept bouncing and she had to force them to stop whenever Randy looked at her.

"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, probably just a bit sick still. It'll pass soon enough," she said.
"It better," he said. "I'm gonna go beat up Roman."
"Or he'll beat you up," she said.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked angrily.

She feared that look of anger in his eyes.

"Nothing," she quickly said. "Come here. A kiss for good luck."

She stood up and placed a kiss on his lips. He smiled at her and walked backwards over to the door, never breaking eye contact with her.

"Maybe tonight we can try a bit of light petting," he said.
"I don't know," she said. "I want to, Randy, but I'm still so confused. Give me a bit more time."
"Fine!" His smile faded. "I'll see you soon."

He left the locker room and locked the door. Her head was spinning once again. It felt like things were trying to break through but that she couldn't get them out. She heard Roman's music and looked up to see him enter alongside Seth. She couldn't take her eyes off Seth. There was something about that man that felt so familiar. Something she yearned for but couldn't understand.

"You're gonna fry her brain," Randy said.
"I know what I'm doing," Ezra said. "Electricity can be a powerful tool. Let me work my magic to make her brain mushy enough to accept my drugs. She'll be your doll in no time."

She fell to her knees and put her hands on her head. That memory felt real. The pain she felt inside felt real. What exactly it meant, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that it was no good. Their voices kept ringing in her head along with the pain going through her body. There was no images. Just the sound of their voices and the feeling of pain and fear.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" Ezra asked.
"Rosangela," Randy answered.
"That's a long name," Ezra asked.
"I like it," Randy said. "Rosangela is mine. Forever and ever."
"I love you, Aster," Seth said.

She gasped for air when Seth's voice mixed into that conversation. His voice had dominated over the other two. She looked up on the screen to see the camera filming Seth sitting by the commentator table. She kept staring at his eyes. They looked haunted but she knew those eyes. She had seen those eyes before. She felt like they had looked at her with a whole other expression in them.

"Aster," she tasted the name. "My name is Aster."

Seth pulled off the headset and rushed into the ring. Randy quickly jumped out on the other side and made it up the ramp before any of the two men could reach him. The bell sounded and Roman was disqualified. Both men just stood there in the ring, staring at Randy with hatred in their eyes. Then it cut to commercials. She closed her eyes and didn't open them again until she heard the door unlock. Randy stepped inside and looked at her.

"Can you believe those cowards?" He snarled.
"Maybe you got something they want," she said.
"Of course I do. I'm fucking famous. All women want me," he said.

He stomped over to her and grabbed her upper arms.

"And yet I chose you," he said.
"Does that make me lucky?" She asked.
"Damn lucky," he smirked. "Oh, I almost forgot. Double dose."

He found the glass of pills and handed her one. She swallowed it and smiled at him. He didn't know what she did last night. He didn't know all he forced into her now was vitamin D. And he didn't know the memories of voices slowly creeping in to remind her who she was. For now she would play it safe for as long as she needed to.

"I love you, Aster."