I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).
Tears And Tragedy
"I knew you would betray me one day. You were just too good to be true..."
And then he let my hand go.
And with that, he fell over the side of the cliff.
With teary eyes, I looked over the edge. "No!" I screamed. He had just tried to take me over with him, and here I was, crying because he had fallen over the edge of the cliff. Despite my little affair with Mark, I still loved Glen. I couldn't just erase my love for him. We'd been together for 7 long years, married for 6.
Far, far below me, his body laid broken on some rocks. I closed my eyes and wondered why I'd never known that this cliff existed. I shook my head and stood up, in a state of shock. There was no way I was going to be able to save him. Then I remembered there was someone else who could use some saving, and I took off running at full speed back to where I'd last seen Mark.
When I got there, he was stumbling around in the clearing, holding his head and groaning in agony. "My head... My head..." He just kept repeating it.
"Mark, it's going to be ok... Let's get you back to the house so I can call an ambulance."
"My cell phone. It's in my pocket," he said. He kept holding his head and wincing.
I had never seen him like this before. Shakily, I reached into his pocket and dug out his camera phone. I flipped it open and saw that he had a picture of me as his wallpaper. The tears started flowing faster as I quickly dialed 911...
The next few hours were a blur. Helicopters, ambulances, police cars, investigators... The whole thing gave me one gigantic headache. They flew a helicopter down the side of the cliff to get Glen, who, miraculously, was still alive. I guess it took more than a fall off the side of a cliff to kill him.
"Ma'am, do you want to go in the helicopter with your husband?" someone asked me as I cried silently.
I shook my head. "Can I go in the ambulance with Mark instead?"
The person looked at me curiously. "Uh, sure. No problem. Let's go!"
In the ambulance, I held Mark's hand as he laid there with his eyes closed. I wondered if he was ever going to open his eyes again. I struggled to find some comforting words to say but I couldn't think of any, so I just settled for the only thing that was bouncing around in my mind,
"Mark, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I love you, but if you leave me I'll hate you," I whispered. I squeezed his hand. "So don't leave me..."
He didn't reply at all. Instead, his whole body starting shaking uncontrollably.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked the EMT fearfully. "Do something!"
"He's having a seizure," the EMT said, gently moving me out of the way. "It'll be ok, I know just what to do..."
A few hours later, I was sitting in the waiting room wondering if Glen and Mark were going to survive. To tell the truth, I was more worried about Mark. It's so hard when tragedy strikes just when you realize that you love someone you thought you hated. It's devastating. And it's hard to find out that your husband is capable of killing when he gets pissed, too. It had been a long day...
"Ma'am?" a doctor said, interrupting my thoughts.
I stood up quickly. "Yes?" I asked nervously. "Do you have any good news for me?"
"Just a little. It seems like they're both going to survive," he answered. I smiled. Finally, some good news about them. He adjusted his glasses. "But that's where the good news ends. Your husband Glen has broken many bones in his body, damaged his spinal cord, and damaged many of his internal organs. Right now, he's bleeding internally and we still haven't managed to stop it."
"Oh my God," I whispered. "Bleeding internally?"
"That's the least of your worries, I'm sorry to say. We're not sure yet, but if the damage he received to his spinal cord turns out to be permanent..." He shook his head sadly. "Well, I'm sure you know what that would mean."
"I don't even want to imagine..."
"Paralysis," he said. "Your husband could be paralyzed for the rest of his life. But we won't know until he wakes up."
My nervousness was growing. "And what about Mark?"
He sighed. "Perhaps you should sit back down..."
"This doesn't sound so good," I said. We both sat down in chairs next to each other and I looked at him expectantly.
"Ok. From the tests we ran, we've concluded that he took a nasty blow to the head, somewhere in the vicinity of right between his eyes," the doctor said. I nodded, confirming his theory. "He has a major concussion. This has many side effects. Unfortunately, as you saw earlier in the ambulance, he is prone to seizures now."
I felt my eyes getting watery. "How long will that last?"
"Hopefully the seizures will go away when the concussion does, but that might take a while. He still hasn't woken up, either," he said. "But there's one thing we're particularly worried about. We can't get the swelling to go down. If the swelling of his brain doesn't stop soon, he could be brain-damaged."
"Is that typical when people come in with concussions?"
"Well, this is no typical concussion," he pointed out. "I'm confident that we'll be able to stop the swelling soon, but that would still leave the possibility of memory loss, either temporary or permanent."
"Memory loss?" I squeaked. "Are you serious?"
"Memory loss is actually a possibility for both Mark and Glen," he said. As the tears started flowing, he looked at me sympathetically. "I'm really sorry, ma'am. I really am." And then he got up and left as I sat there crying.
"Hey, little lady, we can't have all those tears," came a voice from behind me. It was Chris Irvine, headed my way followed by Stephanie McMahon. I had called Steph right away, as soon as we had reached the hospital, and she had promised to come right over. They had only been two cities away. And now, here they were. Chris opened his arms to me. "Come on, come here."
I flew into his arms and cried. He just stood there as I cried, stroking my hair and murmuring soothing words. Steph patted my back, trying to comfort me. Finally, I pulled away from Chris.
"Sorry for wetting up your shirt," I said, apologizing to him.
"Stop apologizing," he ordered me. "You've been through a lot today." He made me sit down and then he sat down as well, holding my hand. Steph sat down on my other side. "Now tell me what happened to two of the WWE's best wrestlers..."
Before I knew it, I was going into the details of what had happened in the last few days since Glen had arrived home for vacation with Mark with him. They listened as I told them all about the first kiss Mark and I had shared, the way we had been sneaking around, getting caught by Paula, and finally getting caught by Glen. Their mouths dropped open in horror when I told them about the way Glen had gone mad and gotten violent. And then I filled them in with the details of their conditions.
"So Glen could be paralyzed for life?" Chris asked, mouth wide.
"Yeah, and Mark could be brain-damaged..." My voice trailed off as I remembered what the doctor had said. "And there's a chance for memory loss for both of them."
Steph started crying and I started crying all over again, too. Chris had to comfort both of us. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to calm us both down. Because of him, all three of us were sitting calm and quiet when the doctor reappeared and came to stand in front of me.
"The swelling has stopped," the doctor said to me, referring to Mark's swelling. "We think Mark will wake up soon."
"That's great news!" Chris said enthusiastically to me.
"Can I see him?" I asked. "I want to be there when he wakes up."
"Well, visiting hours are over, but why not? Come on," the doctor said. "He'd probably like to see a familiar face when he wakes up."
I rose to my feet and followed as he led the way to Mark's room. He opened the door quietly for me and I slipped inside. Then he shut the door behind me and left.
I walked over to Mark's bed. He was hooked up to lots of machines and tubes and I thought it was just insane. I pulled a chair over by the bed and sat down in it. Then I reached over to grab his hand. Placing my hand in his, I stroked his hand softly and when he didn't respond, I knew the tears would be coming soon.
"Mark? I love you," I whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you." I couldn't seem to stop repeating it. I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know that I meant it. More importantly, I wanted him to wake up and know that I meant the words with all my heart.
His hand moved in mine, squeezing mine gently. I looked up to study his face and his eyelids started fluttering. I held my breath, wondering if he was going to wake up.
His green eyes pierced mine when he opened his eyes all the way. I couldn't believe it.
"I love you," I repeated again, getting up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. I was so happy that he had woken up. My happiness didn't last very long when he finally spoke.
He let my hand go and his brows furrowed as if he was confused. In a questioning voice, he finally asked, "Who are you?"