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

I'm Going To Kill Him

I went out to the waiting room and sat down with my head in my hands. I couldn't believe what had just happened. It had all been a little surreal to me. The things we had said to each other, Mark and I... I knew for a fact that I didn't hate him, and just the other night he had admitted that he'd only been pretending to hate me. He had said it was easier to pretend to hate me than it was to love me. So the question that was turning over and over in my mind was this: Did he love me or not?

"You're looking particularly frustrated right now," Dr. Gunter observed about thirty minutes later.

I looked up at him. "I am frustrated. Mark and I exchanged some...words...and now we hate each other..." My voice trailed off. "Or really, he hates me, because I could never hate him," I mused.

"No, he doesn't hate you," he said matter-of-factly. "In fact, his feelings are far from that." He sounded so sure of himself, and I wanted more than anything to just believe him. But alas, doubt found it's way to the surface, as it normally does.

"How do you know?" I asked curiously.

He sat down. "Because, after you left out of there, I was requested by the man himself to come in," he said. I must've looked shocked, because he added, "I know, I know, it surprised me, too."

"What did he want to see you for?"

"He needed someone to talk to," he replied. "So he called me in there and spilled his heart out to me for about twenty five minutes. He talked about you and the situation with his former best friend, and he told me the real reason he didn't want to see you..."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well? I'd really like to know."

"He's feeling guilty right now. He feels that he's the one who came on to you in the first place, and he feels that he was being weak," he said. "He feels like all of this could've been prevented had he not fallen for you the way that he has. And now, when he thinks about his feelings for you, he feels so much guilt... He just can't deal with it all right now."

"Wow," I said, looking away. "He really said all that?"

"You actually had him crying when you left, you know that?" he asked. "I never saw a man as big and strong as him crying, even if he is in a hospital bed. It's pretty unbelievable."

"You must be mistaken. Did you say that I had him crying? Me?" I asked with wide eyes. He nodded. "Impossible."

"He was crying because he knows that what he said is hurting you, but he can't let you get close to him again because he knows he'll give in to temptation," he said. "And, you know, his best friend for many years isn't his best friend anymore... The man is going through a complicated time right now."

"I see," I said calmly. "Speaking of his former best friend... How is my husband?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that," he said with a sigh.

"Is his condition worse?" I asked, hoping that it wasn't. That would be just another reason for me to feel guilty about my role in everything that had happened on his vacation. Some vacation, I thought derisively.

"Somewhat," he said slowly. "He's still bleeding internally and now he is totally dependent on machines to breathe for him."

"Well that's just great," I said bitterly. "Here I am worrying about whether or not Mark hates me or loves me and my husband is sitting up here in a coma, bleeding internally, unable to breathe on his own, possible paralyzed, and on top of all that he could experience memory loss. I'm just the epitome of a good wife, don't you agree?"

"You're just human," he said with a shrug. "You can't help who you fall for, even if it's the one person in the world you know you're not supposed to be with. Once you and Mark both realize that then life will be a whole lot more clear for the both of you."

"What are you now, a talk show host?" I teased.

"Right. I host the Philip Gunter show, a rip-off of Maury Povich. Or better yet, I can be the real Dr. Phil. Get it? Philip, Phil?" he joked back. He stood up. "But seriously, I wouldn't beat myself up too much about it. This is an emotional time for everyone involved in this event, you know? Things will get worse before they get better, you heard that old saying before?"

I sighed. "Yeah."

He looked at his watch. "Well, my break is up now so it's back to work for me. Would you like to see your husband?"

"Yes, please."

"Right this way."

Less than five minutes later, we stood outside of the room Glen was in. Dr. Gunter put his hand on the doorknob, then gave me this look that clearly asked me if I was really ready to go back in there. I nodded slowly to tell him that I was ready.

You're gonna have to do this sooner or later, I thought to myself. Why not sooner?

Dr. Gunter opened the door and held it for me as I walked quietly into the room. It was pretty much the same scene from yesterday. Glen was still hooked up to more machines than I could count. Dr. Gunter nodded his head lightly at me, then shut the door, leaving me all alone with Glen and the constantly beeping and humming machines.

I actually felt sort of scared to be in the room alone with Glen. Of course, this newfound fear has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he tried to kill me a couple of days ago, I thought sarcastically to myself. But I knew that I needed to be there to nurture and support him. After all, it's my fault that he's in here in the first place...

I pulled up a chair that happened to be near the door. When I got the chair close enough to the bed, I sat down in it and looked, really looked, at my husband. He looked like he was sleeping, and in a weird way, he was. When Mark had been sleeping, he'd had a most peaceful look on his face, so beautiful. Looking at Glen, just observing his face, I noticed that he looked nothing like Mark had looked. Glen's face looked dark and gloomy, like he was having a nightmare.

I wonder what he's thinking about? I thought to myself. There were a number of things I knew he could be thinking about that would make a dark, gloomy look appear on his face.

I reached over and softly touched his hand, which was lying near the side of the bed closest to me. I ran my fingers softly over his hand, remembering how excited I had been when I had learned about his vacation. I remembered the romantic evening I had planned, the dinner I had slaved over, the dress and the stilettos I had worn, the candles placed strategically around the house, the rose petals leaving a trail up to the bedroom...

And then Mark had come along with him. And now, to be honest, I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew I loved them both. The question I felt horrible for needing to ask myself was which one did I love more, Glen or Mark? That should've been a no-brainer. Glen was my husband. Mark was his best friend, a guy who had pretended to hate me for many years, a guy I'd only just found out loved me a mere few days ago, who now hated being around me because he loved me... What was I thinking?

I continued touching Glen's hand softly as I started to speak out loud. "You know, Glen, I don't even know how this whole thing started with...him. He and I have hated each other since we met. So that first night when I showed him up to his room and he kissed me, I was so surprised..."

My voice trailed off as I remembered that night in the dark room. I remembered how I'd resisted him at first, but had then given in whole-heartedly. How had he become such a good kisser? I could still remember the way his lips felt against mine, the way I had tangled my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. I could remember him pressing his body flush against mine in the darkness, the heat and strength I could feel. How I wished I could go back in time to that first kiss, just so it could happen all over again...

Oh God, not while I'm holding his hand! I mentally cursed at myself. What woman thinks about kissing another man when her husband is lying here half-dead?

"I should've told you right away about what had happened," I went on, still touching his hand. "But I didn't, and I'm beginning to regret it... I wonder if you can even hear me talking to you right now..."

As if he'd heard me.. Well, maybe he had heard me... He squeezed my hand lightly. I looked down at my hand in surprise. He'd heard me?

"If you can hear me, squeeze my hand again," I said.

He squeezed my hand again.

"If you've heard everything I've said to you in the past five minutes, squeeze my hand twice," I instructed him.

He squeezed my hand slowly once, then again.

I smiled. "You're going to be ok," I said, squeezing his hand I stood up and kissed him lightly on the cheek, still holding his hand. "Let me go get Dr. Gunter."

I started to move my hand but he managed to get a surprisingly good grip on my hand. I looked down at him in surprise and saw him trying to move his lips.

"You ok, baby?" I asked worriedly.

"M-Mark," he said finally.

"Mark? What about Mark?" I asked, heart beating fast. "Are you worried about him?"

"I'm...I'm..." He finally spit the words out, making me gasp in horror and shock. "I'm going to kill him."

This chapter might seem a little boring, but please just deal with me. My Undertaker muse is only just paying me another visit, and it decided that Jade needed to find some things out about some...stuff. The action will pick up soon. Oh yeah, I came up with a brilliant idea last night! "The Affair" is now part one in a series of three. This story isn't over yet, but when it is, there will be a sequel called "I Need You". Then there will be a sequel to "I Need You" called "Bury The Memories". I have made outlines for the end of "The Affair" and for the other two as well, and I've put in some major controversial twists! This is gonna be awesome! Now all I have to do is actually write the stories... Crap. LOL!