"She's lucky you know. Ms. Halliwell could have had some permanent damage done." A voice said. Melanie couldn't feel her body. She wanted to speak, but her mouth wouldn't move.
"She's gonna be ok though, right?" Another voice said. Melanie couldn't open her eyes, but she knew it was Brock speaking. The door opened. Paul Heyman's voice filled the room.
"You see? I told you it was a bad idea for me not to accompany you. I could have been your eyes, your ears. I could have warned you and protected you from The Big Show's attack. I am…"
"Paul! Shut up!" Brock said. Melanie began to stir. She felt her arms and legs. Her eyes slowly opened.
Paul Heyman was giving her a nasty look, his eyes wide open. Brock turned his head toward Melanie. He had a bandage with dry bloodstains on his forehead. The voice that had spoken earlier belonged to the WWE trainer, who was packing up his medical tools. Brock sat beside Melanie on the couch.
"Hey." He said stroking Melanie's hair. This was the first time Brock had made physical contact with her. He gently pulled strands of hair away from her face.
"How are you felling?" Brock said softly. Melanie exhaled. She felt dizzy, sore and exhausted. Yet she didn't want to trouble her client with her problems.
"Fine, I feel fine." She said. Her voice sounded weak. Brock shook his head. He wasn't buying it. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead, then on her cheek.
"You're burning up. Must be from the concussion. You need to rest." Lesnar said. Melanie sat up. The room began to spin and she was forced to lie down again. She sighed.
"Come on. We'll go back to my hotel. Doctor says you can't be left alone… in case somethin' goes wrong." Brock said gathering their things together. Mel began to protest, but Lesnar wouldn't take no for an answer. He handed Melanie's things and his own bag over to Paul, who loaded them into Brock's car. Paul left the arena without another word.
Lesnar slipped his hands underneath her body and lifted her up and headed to the exit. Melanie wrapped her arms around his neck. She was amazed as Brock carried her with ease. She felt great comfort as they entered the parking lot. The crisp November
air didn't bother her as it usually did. Brock's massive body kept her warm as he held her close. Melanie closed her eyes.
Paul Heyman was speeding down the highway, muttering to himself. Things were easier when it was just himself and Lesnar. But ever since Melanie walked into their lives… Just then Paul had a thought. He reached for his cell phone and began dialing.
Melanie opened her eyes as the sun peaked over the city skyline. The sun threw a bright beam of light through the curtains and graced Melanie's facial features. Her eyes began to tear as she stared at the rising sun. She looked around. This was definitely not her room. It was much larger. There wee flowers and gift baskets galore on every table. The sheer white curtains were moving gently as the wind blew into the room. It reminded her of the dream she had not long ago, only it was warmer in her vision. She caught sight of Brock, who was sleeping on the couch as the sunlight slowly reached the other side of the room.
Melanie tilted her head and smiled as Brock began to wake up. All this time she thought he was selfish, and now he is taking care of her, letting her sleep on his bed. Not to mention his actions of last night, it was like he had a heart of gold. She felt like she wanted to know more about him.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" Lesnar asked. Melanie smiled s he touched her cheeks again.
"Better thanks, I was just thinking about you." She said. His touch felt warm as he gently stroked her face, tracing her facial features. This was a whole different person. Brock leaned back so the light was not on his face.
"Really? Oh, I was just thinkin' about you too." He said shyly. Melanie could swear on her career that he was blushing. Lesnar cleared his throat.
"Umm, you want some breakfast? I'm no chef, but I make some pretty damn good pancakes with bacon and eggs." Mel's mouth watered. That was her favorite. Did he know that? She nodded and they both smiled as Brock made his way to the stove. Occasionally he would look up form his cooking, just to catch a glimpse of Melanie as she gazed out the window, watching the sunrise. The light caught every strand of her hair, so that her face glowed as she smiled back at him. There was a certain sense of peace as Brock and Melanie finished their breakfast. Together.
For the rest of the weekend, Brock slept on the couch, then woke up early in the morning to workout. Starting at 9am, he would call his hotel room every hour on the hour.
"I told you 59 minutes ago Brock, I'm fine!" Melanie said while eating lunch in bed. I was difficult getting around. Her legs were frail and every time she tried to get out of bed, she would get massive headaches.
"I'm just checking in. You made me nervous yesterday Mel." Brock said over the phone. Melanie grunted.
"Brock, just because I didn't pick up the phone on the first ring, doesn't mean I'm on the floor bleeding to death." She said playfully. Brock didn't get the joke.
"Don't even joke about that! You're still weak. You can't even walk around without getting dizzy." He said with a grim tone.
"Brock, I'm sorry." Mel said, twirling her finger around the phone cord. "I guess I didn't realize how much this affects you. It's just that I'm not used to not doing…something. I just don't wanna put you under any stress."
Brock sighed
"I think I'm gonna come back to the room a little early today. Maybe, I suppose if you really want to do something, we could go out for dinner?" He said. There was a long pause. Maybe he had lost his phone signal, or maybe she was taking a little too long making a decision. Finally, Brock heard her voice again.
"Sure that sounds fine. I need to start waling around more. Can you be here by six?" Melanie asked twirling the cord more vigorously.
They agreed to meet in the front lobby at 6. Melanie stood there wearing a white blouse and blue jeans. Pretty much what she would normally wear to work. Only difference was that her hair was down. Brock walked through the hotel's revolving door. He instantly spotted Melanie. She looked much more attractive when she wasn't suffering from a double concussion.
Melanie began walking toward him. At first, there were no problems. The longer she walked, the worse she felt. By the time she reached Brock, she needed to lean on him for support.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Brock whispered. Melanie shook her head. A sharp pain shot through her skull.
"I need to do this. If I don't get out of here, I'll go crazy." She whispered back.
Brock helped Melanie out of the car as they approached a fancy French restaurant. Melanie stopped dead in her tracks.
"Is this where were eating?" She asked
"Yeah. I mean, a friend of mine at the gym said it was a real nice place. You don't like it?" Brock asked. Melanie laughed.
"No, no it's fine. It's just that, this place looks really expensive and I'm not really dressed for the occasion." Brock looked at Melanie, then at himself.
"Hmm. Yeah your right. I screwed up big time." He said shuffling his feet on the concrete. Mel felt bad. She ruined their plans for a nice evening. She began looking around. A colorful building caught her eye. Jackpot. She thought as she tugged on Brock's sleeve. Melanie pointed to the building
"You wanna eat there?"
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