Thursday morning was now upon Roxy and Randy. Ever since her little outburst on Monday, Vince seemed to like Roxy a whole lot more than he had previously. He thought that it was great that someone had the nerve to tell him exactly what they thought, instead of just the other way round.

Randy, personally, knew it all along. He knew Roxy was a bitch, one that didn't give a shit about giving people a piece of her mind. At the same time, she was a caring, considerate and passionate person, particularly to Randy.

As the alarm clock beeped, Roxy rolled over to turn it off. Sitting up, she shook the hair from out of her eyes and looked over to Randy. He was not facing her, he was laying on the side opposite to his bad eye. Roxy was apprehensive about the day. Although Randy's face was not as swollen, it still looked sore and he could barely open his eye. At some points, talking was difficult and painful but he refused to be anything but strong for his girl.

Rubbing his arm, Roxy kissed Randy's temple tenderly.

"Morning, angel." she purred.

"Hi." he murmured "What time is it?"

"Seven. How's your eye?"

"I need my painkillers." he reluctantly spoke, gradually sitting up.

Roxy still couldn't help but feel guilty. She was the main reason why Randy was in agony right now. The one thing he wanted, she couldn't let him have...

"Sorry baby, remember what the nurse said?"

"Oh yeah." Randy muttered.

"Don't worry, it'll probably be ok. You probably won't need anything doing to your eye..."

"Let's just hope not, ay?" he smiled lightly, wincing as he did so "I'm starving."

Roxy didn't know what to say, he couldn't eat or drink either...she frowned before getting up.

"It'll be alright, you'll see."

"I know. I love you. Don't blame yourself." Randy encouraged.

"I do though - I feel responsible." she stated returning to Randy's side.

"Rox, if I didn't love you, I would be mad but I do. Maybe I set him up a little, I dunno..."

"I didn't exactly help..."

"You only said one thing to him and that was threatening to knee him in the nuts! C'mon, I did all of the calling."

"Lita called him a piece of trash."

"Yeah but she was just funny, she was at that joking stage of drunkenness."

"I didn't touch any - can't see too much point - I'll reserve all of my alcohol intake for Christmas day when mine and your families meet each other!"

Flashback: Tuesday morning, Roxy was driving herself and Randy home. They were discussing Christmas...

"You know it really isn't that long away." Randy remembered "Is there anything you want?"

"Eternal happiness and you." she sincerely spoke, smiling at Randy.

"Eternal happiness, now there's a challenge!" Randy grinned. "What do you think we ought to do on Christmas day, do you want anyone round?"

"I really don't mind too much. Why, what did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking, our families have never met each other...do you think we should introduce them?" Randy asked, eager to take the next step into their relationship.

Roxy laughed for a few moments. Randy's expression was not the same as hers.

"You're being serious aren't you?" she questioned, changing gears.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be."

"Do you think your parents are gonna exactly wanna meet my Mum, I mean, come on, she's slightly eccentric, bitchy, over the top..."

"And she did a fantastic job of raising you. Please, it's got to happen sometime."

"Ok, give me a while to think about it." Roxy decided.

End of Flashback.

Since then, Roxy had indeed agreed for her and Randy's families to meet. The only condition was that they could have a New Years Eve party where the majority of their friends would meet, and hopefully, get on like a house on fire.

"It'll be fine, I promise." Randy said.

"Yeah but I have to cook something, have you any idea how bad my cooking is!"

"Rox, your food is nice...most of it."

"I burn microwavable lasagne!" she giggled.

"You've never done that!"

"When I lived back in England I did, when I was too pissed up to either go out of the house or just couldn't be bothered."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine. If not, we'll hire Vince's chef for the day."

"Sure he'd love us for that!"

"You are like his golden girl at the minute - he'd do anything for you!"

"Perhaps. Come on, we'd better get ready." Roxy encouraged, pulling the covers off her boyfriend in an attempt to get him up and to the hospital on time.

By some miracle, they managed to arrive before nine o'clock. After signing in Randy and Roxy took a seat before Randy was taken for his CAT scan and other face x-rays.

Roxanna patiently waited, in quite a nervous state. Pulling her sleeves further over her hands, a nurse came out and invited her to see Randy.

"Ummm," Randy's doctor muttered, looking at the front view of the x-ray. "Ahhh, the lovely girlfriend, do come in, I'm Doctor Peterson." he greeted extending his hand.

"Is it good or bad news?" Roxy questioned, standing beside Randy.

"It's not overly good, I won't kid you."

"What seems to be the problem?" Roxy asked.

"It seems that the bones aren't replacing themselves quite as well as I was hoping. They seem to be a little out of placement than the other side, you can see that can't you? On the good side, the swelling has gone down. How does your eye feel Mr Orton without the pain killers?"

"It's brutal at some points." Randy murmured.

"I think that the only way to stop the bones growing out to such a gross angle is to reset them. You have very chiselled cheek bones so I won't need to make too deep an incision. It shouldn't leave a deep scar or anything. If you'd like, I can do it in an hour, get it over and done with so you can go home and be with your good lady." Doctor Peterson suggested kindly.

"Sure, if it's convenient." Randy sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm very good with a knife. It should only take a little over an hour to do anyway, so you'll be ok." Doctor Peterson reassured "I'll see you in a little while. Miss Richards, can I speak to you for a minute?"

Roxy followed the doctor out of the room, kissing Randy softly on the cheek before hand.

"Is that the only way?" Roxy quizzed, wanting him to say no.

"As your boyfriend is a wrestler - a good one at that - I think it is the only way. If he gets re-smacked in that area again it could lead to worse damage and the procedure would have to be done at some point. If there isn't any complications than he should be able to go home with you by the end of the afternoon, it's very straight forward. Do you have any questions?"

"No, not that I can think of." Roxy stammered.

"Don't worry, I can assure you everything will go smoothly." Doctor Peterson concluded, putting a comforting arm on Roxy's shoulder.

Two hours later, Roxy was allowed to see Randy. The right side of Randy's face was covered in bandages, in an attempt to conceal the wound. He was sat up in bed, his hands in his lap. Roxy walked in and smiled slightly to him.

"Hi gorgeous." he muttered groggily.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"Well," Doctor Peterson emerged "Everything from what I can tell is back in place alright. Nothing too bad to report. Excuse me, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Randy reached for Roxy's hand.

"I'm fine really, don't threat."

"I know, hey there is some good news for you."

"Oh?"

"You don't have to have anything to do with that stupid song that we're releasing at Christmas." Roxy told Randy, massaging his shoulders.

"Really, he's going a head with it?"

"Yeah, I rang Vince to tell him what was going on and he said I don't have to sing - I should just be there to raise morale!"

"When is it being recorded?"

"Saturday, here in Connecticut. I said your face would still be too sore for you to do anything."

"You're too good."

"It's the least I can do, besides, then I have to do this crappy little thing on Thursday in New York promoting it on a stupid chat show for MTV!"

"Good for you."

"Oh don't worry, you're coming with me!" Roxy smiled, kissing Randy on the lips.

Doctor Peterson made his way back into the room.

"Sorry about that. Here are your new pain killers to be taken three times a day, before food."

"When will I be able to wrestle again?" Randy questioned.

"Six to eight weeks. I know it sounds like a long time but with an injury concerning the eyes you can never be too careful."

"Thank you doctor, for everything." Roxy gratefully stated, shaking his hands once again.

"Thank you. I'll get the nurse to discharge you in a few hours so you can go home with your girl." he smiled.