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

Life Sucks

Back out in the waiting room, I was in a state of shock. It was one thing to find out that Mark had lost his memory and thought that I was his wife. It was quite another thing to find out that Glen was in a coma.

"You need some rest," Steph said after I told her the news. She and Chris were still in the waiting room waiting for me.

"Steph is right. You've been through a lot today," Chris agreed.

"I have to be here in case something happens," I said. "Everything is my fault and I have to be here to help."

"Honey, you won't be much help if you don't get any rest," Chris pointed out.

Steph nodded her head. "You'll exhaust yourself. I know because I've done it before."

"But I promised Mark that I wouldn't leave," I whispered, and that's when the tears started flowing all over again.

"Look," Chris reasoned. "You said the doctor injected some medicine into him, right?" I nodded. "So chances are he's probably not going to wake up until some time tomorrow, and by then, you'll be back here."

"Chris is right," Steph agreed. "So let's get you out of here so you can get some rest."

"Can I talk to the doctor one more time before we go?" I asked.

"Of course," Steph said, pushing her bangs back. "Go ahead."

I ended up giving the doctor my cell phone number and our home phone number and made him promise to contact me if anything happened.

"And I mean anything," I said to him, an iron grip on his arm.

"Ok. Now can I have my arm back?" the doctor, whose name I found out was Dr. Gunter, asked.

"Yes," I said. "Sorry."

"Come on, Jade, let's get you out of here," Chris said, taking my hand in his...

We arrived back at my place sooner than I'd hoped. I had been dreading this all day. Just the thought of going back to that place without Glen and Mark... The thought of what had happened...

"Would you guys mind staying here tonight?" I asked.

"Of course we'll stay," Steph assured me. "I mean, there's no way we could possibly leave you in this place alone while you're like this."

"Thanks. You guys are lifesavers," I said.

"And I'm a master chef," Chris added. "Who wants me to whip them up a quick meal?"

"I'm not very hungry," I said, thinking of the last meal I'd eaten. Breakfast, cooked by Mark. Before everything had happened. "I'm just gonna get a shower and go to bed."

"We'll find our way to a guest bedroom. You just get some rest," Steph said, patting my arm.

"I'll try," I said, walking over to the stairs. I turned back to look at them. "Oh yeah, and guys? Don't choose the guest bedroom next to the master bedroom. Any other guest room is fine."

"Oh, ok," Chris said, comprehending. "We'll be sure to choose one at the other end of the hall."

"Thanks." I headed up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. I grabbed what I thought I'd need, then went into the guest bedroom next to it. The room where Mark had been sleeping...

I took a long, hot shower, trying to wash the events of the long day away. I didn't want to think about what had happened. I didn't want to think about how Mark had lost his memory and Glen was in a coma. But most of all, I didn't want to think about how all of this chaos was my fault.

That first night when Mark had kissed me in the bedroom with the lights off, I should've told him it could never happen again. That first night when he had kissed me in the kitchen, I should've pushed him away. And that first night in the kitchen after dinner when he had told me to let him make love to me, I should've left right away and went to bed with my husband. But no, I gave in to temptation. Mark had been living, breathing temptation.

"Maybe this is what I get for sinning. My husband and my...lover...both in the hospital," I muttered, walking out of the bathroom after my shower and into what I now deemed "Mark's room". I walked over to Mark's luggage and pulled out a long black "Undertaker" t-shirt. I pulled it to me and breathed in the fresh scent. Ah, it was uniquely "Mark", one of my most favorite smells.

Ashamed for feeling this way about Mark when my husband was in a coma, I quickly slipped on the shirt. It was much too big for me, but it was comfortable in a sense that it made me feel closer to Mark. I slipped into the bed and drifted off to sleep, thinking of Mark, remembering every little detail of the incredible night he and I had shared in that very same bed...

"...But Mark, maybe we shouldn't," I whispered.

He leaned over me in the bed, smirking. "You're in here now, darlin. You sure you didn't come in here for this?"

"I know I did," I whispered, reaching up to touch him. "But it's wrong. Do you think we shouldn't?" I ran my hands over his perfectly sculpted muscles.

"I think we should," he said, leaning down to kiss me softly. "So...if you want this...spread those beautiful legs of yours for me...so I can give it to you the way I know you like it..."

I woke up in the middle of reliving the passionate night that Mark and I had shared when I heard my cell phone ringing. It was sitting on the bedside table. I glanced at the clock, which read 5:27 AM. I hurriedly reached for the phone.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Yes, this is Dr. Gunter. You asked me to call you if I had any news for you. Is it too early?"

"No, no, definitely not too early. Is this good news or bad news?" I asked nervously.

"Depends on how you take it," Dr. Gunter said hesitantly.

"Well? Go on," I said, hoping and praying that the news wasn't bad.

"Mr. Calaway has his memory back," he said shortly.

I sat straight up in bed. "What?" I asked, needing him to repeat it so I could know that my ears were not deceiving me. "How'd that happen? And so soon?"

"It was the funniest thing. This morning around 3 AM, he wanted to watch TV. He was watching TV or whatever and he saw a commercial for Pop-Tarts. And that's when he said your name," he said. "Then I guess everything just fell into place for him. I suppose it was only temporary memory loss. Also, the swelling is mostly gone down, too."

"Well, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed. "Now I don't have to pretend to be his wife anymore. Now he remembers our real relationship!" I was beside myself with excitement. "How soon can I come and see him?"

"Therein lies the problem," Dr. Gunter said. "He has asked for us not to let you in to see him."

"WHAT?" I nearly dropped the phone.

"He wouldn't say why, but he made a small list of people who he didn't want to see," Dr. Gunter said.

"Well, who else is on the list?" I asked.

"You're the only one," he said. "I'm sorry. I know how much you were probably looking forward to seeing him."

"You have no idea," I said miserably. "No idea at all."

"You can still come out to the hospital. Maybe he'll change his mind."

"I doubt it," I said sadly. "Once Mark makes up his mind about something, there's nothing anyone can do to change it."

"Love can change it, in time."

"Probably, but maybe he doesn't love me."

"He moaned your name over and over in his sleep all night, though. That should mean something," he said. He paused, then went on. "I have to go. Duty calls."

"Thanks for calling me," I said.

"No problem. Goodbye."

I hung up my cell phone and stared blankly at the wall. So Mark had regained his memory but he didn't want to see me? What the hell?

I came to one conclusion before I laid back down and went back to sleep: Life sucks.

A/N: I know it's been over a month. I just haven't been very inspired! But now I'm working on Chapter 13, so hopefully that will be up sometime this week (hopefully at least by tomorrow). Thanks for reviewing, everyone!