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

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"He doesn't want to see you?" Steph asked incredulously.

"He made a list of people he doesn't want to see," I said, pausing to chew some food. "And apparently I'm the only one on the freakin list."

"That's bull," Chris commented.

"I know, right?" I said. "By the way, Chris, this food is great."

"Told you I'm a master chef," Chris said with a smile.

Steph snorted. "Jade, you only think this food is great because you haven't eaten since yesterday morning."

"No, it really is great," Chris insisted impatiently. "Steph, you totally can't say I fix bad food."

"I don't know, Chris..." Steph's voice trailed off. "These biscuits are kind of hard, you know?"

He smirked. "I'll show you hard..." He looked at me. "Mind if we...go..." He nodded his head towards upstairs.

"Make yourselves at home," I said, getting up from the table. "I'm just going to grab my purse from upstairs and drive to the hospital."

"Do you want us to go with you?" Steph asked with a mixture of concern and sympathy on her face.

"They say misery loves company... No thanks, you two have done more than enough," I said. "I think I'll be ok alone."

"You sure?" Chris asked, standing up and holding Steph's hand tightly. "Because we can totally wait till later..."

I couldn't help but admire the way those two were willing to hold back just to help me when they so obviously needed to "be" together in the most intimate of ways as soon as possible. Their situation reminded me of what Mark and I shared. Steph and Chris were married, but to different people. But there was a strong chemistry between them, this undeniable attraction. So they cheated on their spouses. Simply put, they were totally in love with each other. That was why I admired their offers to come with me to the hospital. Yet it boggled my mind to think that two people as in love with each other as they were would have the amount of restraint that they had...

It's called true love, a voice somewhere inside my head told me.

"Jade? You still here with us, honey?" Steph asked.

"Sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts of how in love you two are," I explained. They blushed, smiling at each other, then at me. "You two stay here. I'll be fine."

"Well, if you insist..." Chris said with a smile, pulling Steph closer.

"I do," I replied.

"And if there's no way we could persuade you otherwise..." Steph's voice trailed off as she looked up into his blue eyes.

"You can't," I said firmly, totally identifying with their situation. I headed out of the room, going upstairs to get my purse. When I came back downstairs, I peeked into the dining room to tell them bye only to find them kissing passionately. It reminded me of the kisses Mark and I had shared. I smiled to myself and headed out to my car thinking, Please don't let them ruin the fine china!

When I arrived at the hospital, I wanted to check on Mark right away. I rode the elevator up to the floor he was on and a short while later Dr. Gunter came up and greeted me.

"Hi there, Jade. How do you feel?" Dr. Gunter asked.

"I should be asking you that," I said. "It's like you live in this hospital."

"So is the life of a doctor," he said dramatically. "But on to other matters. Are you here to see Glen?"

"Actually, I'm here to see both him and Mark," I said carefully.

"Mark's not in too great of a mood right now. He told me he was going to give me a chokeslam earlier this morning," he said. "He put you on that list, too, remember? I really don't think you should try to go in there."

"But I gotta see him," I said. "You don't understand how I feel about him."

"I do understand," he said. I looked at him with tears sparkling in my eyes. His gaze softened. "Ok, you can peek in at him now, but just for a little while."

"Thanks," I said quietly, willing the tears not to fall. He led me up to Mark's closed room door.

"Be careful, and if he gets violent, leave immediately," Dr. Gunter said. "I'm already breaking his only rule right now."

"Hey, if I get caught, we'll just say I snuck in," I said. "Deal?"

"This conversation...never happened," he said quietly, then disappeared down the ultra-clean hallway.

I gently pushed open the door to Mark's room and stepped inside. I closed the door quietly behind me and leaned against it, looking over at him. He was sleeping. He wasn't hooked up to that many machines. In fact, there was only IV in his arm. I didn't see any other machines.

I walked over to his bed and sat down gently on the side of it so I wouldn't wake him. He looked as beautiful as always with his hair splayed on the pillow. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. The sun shined in through the window on him, making it look as if he was glowing.

I couldn't resist touching him. I softly touched his face, ran my fingers down the side of it and into his hair. "You're so beautiful," I whispered to him. "So, so beautiful."

His eyes snapped open. When he saw it was me, he sat up immediately. "What the hell are you doing here?" he wanted to know.

"I had to come see you," I said, still sitting on the side of the bed.

"I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to see you," he said, frowning. "Didn't they tell you about my list?"

"I just wanted to see if you were ok," I said softly, reaching for his hand. He pulled away. "What's your deal?"

"Look, just leave, Jade," he said, looking towards the window. "Leave this room, leave me, and don't come back."

"But Mark... I just want to know why," I said finally. "Why don't you want me here?"

"You're Glen's wife, for God's sake! My best friend's wife!" he exclaimed, turning to look at me. "You know it's because of us, because of what we did, that we're all in this predicament?"

"I've already beat myself up about it," I said quietly. "I know what we did was wrong but-"

"God, Jade, there is no but! I always knew I hated you for a reason," he spat, glaring at me with those intense green eyes. "And I still..." He looked down at his hands. "I still hate you."

"You mean that?"

"With all my heart," he said in a hoarse voice. He looked back at the window. "Leave."

I sighed as I felt the tears start flowing. I was used to the tears by now. I'd cried more in the time since Glen and Mark had come for vacation than I ever had before. I'd been crying one time or another for almost a week. I stood up from the bed. "Fine, Mark, if that's the way you want it."

"Leave."

I walked over to the door, wiping my eyes. "I can't believe you're being such a jackass," I said to him as I walked over to the door.

"Leave."

"You know what, Mark?" I asked as I opened the door. He was stubbornly silent. "I hate you, too."

I thought I heard him give a small gasp as I left the room, but I figured my mind was playing tricks on me. I stood there in the doorway looking over at him, wishing he wasn't acting the way that he was.

As if he could sense me standing there, he turned to look at me. I was surprised to see tears in his eyes when he stared into my eyes. The look on his face was heartbreaking... "LEAVE, DAMN YOU! GO!" he bellowed.

So I left.

I have more ideas now, so I'm working on Chapter 14! How exciting! Review as always, I love you guys!