I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

The Unsettling Reality

I stared into his eyes, dumbfounded. I couldn't believe he had just asked me that question! "What did you say?" I asked him carefully, reaching over to touch his hand again.

Again, he moved his hand away. "I said, who are you?"

"You really don't remember who I am?" I asked, surprised and unable to believe that.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I knew who you were," he said. "What's your name?"

"Mark... I'm Jade, remember?" I said. "Jade."

"Who's Mark?" he asked, eyebrows still furrowed as he frowned in confusion.

"You're Mark," I told him. "You don't recognize anything?"

"Nothing looks familiar around here. I'm not supposed to be here," he said, looking around. "You look familiar but I don't know where I know you from."

"I'm going to call the doctor," I said quickly. "He was right. You've experienced some memory loss."

"Hey, come back!" he called as I rushed out of the room in search of the doctor. "Don't leave me!"

When I found the doctor, I was just about in tears again. "He doesn't recognize me!" I exclaimed in an anguished voice. "He doesn't even know his own name!"

"I take it Mark is awake now," the doctor said. "I'll go back and check on him. And you... Will you be going back into his room?"

"I'm going to go back to the waiting room," I said. "I don't think I can handle it right now."

He gave me another sympathetic smile. "I totally understand. I'll keep you updated on his condition."

I went back to the waiting room and sat back down next to Chris. "Where's Steph?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"She went to go grab some food from the cafeteria upstairs," he said. "How's Mark?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Mark doesn't even know his own name anymore."

He groaned. "So he's lost his memory, huh?" I nodded. "Did he even recognize you?"

"He said I looked familiar but he didn't know exactly who I was," I said. I must've been in shock or something because I laughed. "He doesn't remember my name when he's been moaning it for the past week!"

"Shhh, calm down," Chris said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "He'll remember who you are in due time."

The doctor reappeared in front of us looking quite disheveled. His glasses were askew and he looked overall ruffled. "Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to come with me while I check up on Mark."

"For what?" I asked.

"He has requested your presence," the doctor said, fixing his glasses. "And even from the hospital bed with his concussion, he has made it painfully clear that if I don't get you back in the room with him, he won't allow me to give him his checkup."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "He wants me to come in there?"

"Yes, and you must. If you don't come in there, it could have an overall detrimental effect on his health," the doctor answered. "So, if you love him then please come on so I can get this over with."

"If I love him? Where do you get that idea?" I asked.

Chris stood up. "Ah, Jade, it's obvious. Now go on in there," he said, pulling me to my feet and running his hand through my hair affectionately.

"Thanks, Chris," I said, then followed the doctor to Mark's room.

The doctor paused outside of Mark's door. "There's something you should know," he said.

I raised my eyebrow, not liking the tone of his voice. "What is it?" I asked.

"For some reason, Mark is under the impression that you're his wife." I was about to say something, but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand and went on. "Now, I know for a fact that you're not his wife, but I don't think it would be best to inform him of that fact yet, simply because if he thinks he has a woman to get better for then he'll look forward to getting better. If I tell him you're not his wife, it could have reverse effects on his recovery."

I glared at him and he removed his hand from my mouth. "He thinks I'm his wife... What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to go in there and pretend you're his wife," he said. "What other alternative is there? None." And before I could say anything else, he pushed the door open and pushed me inside. "Look who I brought back, Mark. It's your wife!" he said in a pleasant voice.

Mark looked over at me and his eyes lit up. "Hey, baby, where'd you run off to?" he asked, smiling at me.

"I just went to...um...tell the doctor and our friends that you were awake," I said, walking over to him. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts," he said. "But I feel a lot better since my beautiful wife is here now..." He reached out and took my hand in his.

"Do you remember anything else?" I asked him curiously.

"Not really, just that you're my wife," he said. "And I wouldn't have remembered that if you hadn't told me you loved me and kissed me on the cheek like you did. I felt the spark..."

I gave him a wry smile. "Ok, honey, why don't you let the doctor give you a checkup? I want you out of this hospital bed as soon as possible," I said.

"Doctor, come on over here and do what you have to do," Mark said, squeezing my hand gently.

"Thank you," the doctor said quietly as he came over to the bed and began to examine Mark.

Mark wouldn't let my hand go the entire time. And he wouldn't stop looking at me and smiling.

Finally, the doctor pulled out a needle. "Ok, Mark, just an injection of this and you're going to feel a little better," the doctor said. He injected the medicine in him and then whispered in my ear to meet him outside in a few minutes. Then he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

"Finally, we're alone," Mark said. "Can you come closer, Jade? I need you to come closer." I sat carefully on the edge of the bed beside him, wondering why he wanted me to come closer. He sat up a little, adjusting the bed so he wouldn't be lying flat, then gestured for me to come even closer. "Can I...kiss you?"

I remembered how just days ago, he'd never asked me if he could kiss me. He just...kissed me. But then I remembered that he wouldn't remember that, so I said, "Sure."

He still kissed the same way for the most part, but since he was still weak he didn't kiss with such intensity. I pulled back after a minute.

"Sweetheart, I think we better stop here," I told him. "You know how out of control you make me."

"Huh?" he asked, looking confused.

"Oh, nothing," I said, giving him a fake smile. Of course he wouldn't remember how I'd told him that he made me lose control. I had told him in the woods just a while before... I shook my head. I didn't want to think about the sickening sound of the thud of Glen's fist coming in contact with Mark's head, but the sound was echoing through my head, reverberating through my soul...

He yawned mightily. "Wow, I'm kind of tired," he said as he yawned. "So tired."

I helped him readjust the bed and get comfortable. His eyelids drooped as he tried hard to keep them open, to keep his eyes focused on me.

"Promise you won't leave me," he said in a low, earnest voice.

"I won't leave you," I promised. "Unless I have to go to the bathroom."

He smiled. "That's an exception." He struggled to keep his eyes open as he said his next words. "I love you, Jade."

What could I say? Only what I felt. "I love you, too, Mark," I whispered back. Then I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. I traced his hairline with a finger, pushed the hair back from across his face and felt him flinch. Still very sore, obviously, and tender to the touch.

He held my hand tightly as he fell asleep, and I was reluctant to let him go, but as the tears started falling from my eyes I remembered that the doctor had wanted me to meet him outside the room. I let his hand go, looked at him one more time, and quickly left the room.

The doctor was waiting for me outside. "What did you inject in him?" I asked immediately, wiping my tears away.

"Just some medicine to make him go to sleep. He needs rest," the doctor replied. "Is he remembering anything so far?"

"No, and how am I going to pretend to be his wife? What if he never regains his memory?" I asked.

"We'll work that out once he's a bit healthier. Right now, we just have to let the swelling go down and get him out of the danger zone," he answered. I nodded so he would know that I understood. "And speaking of danger zones, Glen is not quite out of his yet..."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I hadn't thought about Glen in a little while, and I felt guilty.

"He's... Do you want to go and see him?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, please."

I followed him down the hall a little way until we came to a door.

"Brace yourself," the doctor said. A few seconds later, he opened the door and we went inside.

As soon as I saw him, I gasped. "Oh my God! This isn't Glen!" This bruised and battered man with the swollen face couldn't possibly be Glen!

"Yes, this is Glen," the doctor said. "He looks good for what he's been through. A fall off a cliff like that should've killed him. It's amazing that he's survived."

"Oh my God," was all I could say. "Do you think he's going to wake up soon?"

"We don't know," the doctor said. "His situation is a little iffy if you know what I mean. He could wake up tonight, he could wake up next year. With these types, you never know."

I turned to look at him. "What did you mean with these types?" I asked sharply.

"There's something I neglected to tell you," he said. "Now brace yourself, ok?"

I just stood there. "Tell me."

"Your husband is in a coma..."