The radiation therapy didn't seem to be working, and was beginning to destroy healthy tissue inside of Robyn's body. It was impossible for her mom to travel to Florida safely and Joe obviously had no medical training. When they looked for in-home nurses, the best were tied up in hospitals on the front lines caring for COVID-19 patients. Their only option was to check her into a cancer treatment center recommended by her oncologist. No one besides her parents, Galina and management knew. She forced Joe to lie to their coworkers when asked about her status.

The nurses in the facility had always been angels toward Robyn and often went above and beyond the job to help Joe do things for her.

A faint knock was heard on the door before two nurses walked in. "I think she's asleep."

She actually wasn't but kept her eyes closed anyway.

"I'm surprised her husband isn't in here," one said.

"I don't think they're married yet but he's going to make a good husband when, well if, they do," the other replied. "This place is depressing as hell. Most of our patients have very few visitors. Their family and friends stay away because they can't stand to see them or they're afraid the disease may be contagious...and this was before Corona. That man never leaves her side until he has to visit his children. When she's nauseous, he's the one holding the bucket for her and cleaning her up afterwards. When she has to relieve herself, he walks her to the bathroom and assists her. When she lost her hair, he wanted to shave his head so they could be alike but she stopped him because apparently his hair is part of his brand and his fans would riot."

"Yep, that's why I'm hoping she gets better because I don't know how he'll go on without her but the way things are looking now...I just don't know."

"I've been here for a few years longer than you have and I've seen worse make a turnaround so for now, I'll remain positive."

They checked her vitals and injected something into her IV that actually put her to sleep for the next hour.

When her eyes opened, Joe was sitting at her bedside. "I want to get married."

She looked down at her ring. "I know."

"No, I'm saying we can do this right here, right now. I ran into a priest in the hallway and he'd be willing to come down here and officiate it," he said. "We can get and send off the marriage license some time next week."

"I actually wanted a destination wedding but this ain't it. Besides, you're only trying to get married now because reality has finally set in that I'm dying and you want to make an honest woman out of me before I do…"

His expression told her that what she was saying was true but of course he wouldn't admit it. "Rob, I just want you to be my wife. And stop talking like that, you're not going to die."

"Well if you're so confident in that, how about we continue to wait until when or if I make it out of this," she proposed.

"Alright," Joe sighed before nodding. He was trying his best to appear strong but she could sense his fear and uncertainty. "You have visitors ready to see you today."

"Visitors? You're lucky to be allowed in here yourself with everything that's going on. If an outsider was to infect one person it would spread like wildfire around the facility and that's going to be it for every patient in here since most of us are already on our last leg."

"Well that's what technology is for," he said, placing an iPad in her lap. "Your coworkers want to meet with you."

"No! Please tell them I'm asleep or high from all the morphine or something!" she begged.

"I'm tired of lying and they know I am. You could've at least texted them back or tweeted something every now and then if you wanted to keep up the 'she's doing fine' appearance. I didn't make public statements in my absence either but I still kept in contact with everyone."

"Why won't you just respect my wishes?"

"I understand, believe me. During times like these, sometimes we do want to be left alone but imagine if something happens and they never got the chance to speak to you? You'd be leaving behind a lot of devastated people."

She scoffed. "How dare you guilt trip a sick woman. You should be ashamed."

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I'll be sure to let them know to keep things short and sweet."

"No, you don't have to do that. It would look rude if we try to rush them before we even begin especially since they haven't seen me in awhile. I'd probably be just as concerned if it were one of them laying here…"

"Oh yeah. They sent you a care package," he reached behind him and grabbed a big box. "Don't worry I already opened it and disinfected everything before bringing it in. I was told they'd call at around noon so I'm going to get out of here for awhile and give you some privacy."

Robyn was nervous, having not seen any of them since January when she was diagnosed. What would they have to say? What would she have to say? At exactly 12:00 on the dot, the call came through. Once she answered, they appeared on screen. It wasn't everyone but these were the women she was closest to backstage: Naomi, Sasha, Sonya, Mandy, Carmella, Bayley.

They all began talking at once and the sound was deafening. Sighing, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear which suddenly quieted them down.

"Wait, was that...an engagement ring I just saw?" Mandy asked.

"Yeah, we wanted to wait until the time was right to announce it but between this and the virus, that time isn't going to come anytime soon," Robyn's chuckle turned into a cough which caused them to gasp as if she was going to die live on camera. They were silent as they stared horrified. She decided to make light of the situation. "Hello? Did the screen freeze or what?"

Carmella cleared her throat. "D-did you get the gifts?"

"Joe gave the package to me but I didn't get a chance to look inside yet but I guess it works out because you'll get my real time reaction," she said, opening the box.

"A T-shirt…" Robyn commented, unfolding it.

"From me!" Bayley replied.

"In this division, no one fights alone," Robyn said, reading the words printed on the front. It was complete with signatures from all of the female superstars. "This is so thoughtful. I love it. My wardrobe these days consist of a hospital gown but I'll make sure to get Joe to hang it up on the wall when he returns. Let's see, what's next. A bouquet of flowers."

"They're artificial, obviously. I would've sent a live bouquet but they probably would've wilted by the time the package got to Joe," Sonya said.

"There should be a scrapbook in there somewhere," Naomi spoke. "It's just some pictures and notes from us and others backstage including the guys and management that I put together. I also included some things from the fans as well."

"I'm going to go through every page tonight…" Robyn replied.

She went through a few more random items in the box before coming upon a wig that Sasha claimed.

"A while ago, Joe mentioned that you were on radiation so I just assumed..." Sasha trailed off. "I hope you aren't offended."

"No," Robyn shook her head. "This is actually right on time. I'm bald underneath the one I'm wearing and it's in bad shape because I've been sleeping in it and refusing to take it off because I don't want Joe to see me like that."

Naomi scoffed. "Girl, that man loves you. I doubt he cares."

"He doesn't but I do. There's a chance that this is it. I don't want frail, bald and helpless to be his last memory of me," she said and saw their sad expressions. "Look, I don't mean to bum anyone out but I also don't want to give false hope. I don't want any of you leaving this chat thinking everything is okay only for something to happen to me in like 2 months."

"Is that how long you have?" Sonya quietly asked.

Rob shrugged. "Who knows? Honestly, if my doctor does have a timeline, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to spend whatever time I have left counting the days and I don't want to have to watch Joe make arrangements for a funeral that no one can even attend thanks to the virus! But anyway, that's enough woe is me for today. I watched Mania and everyone killed it."

"Would've been better if you were there but the show had to go on," Sasha replied.

They went on to talk about various topics until Joe peeked his head in the door about an hour later. She put up a hand, indicating 5 minutes.

"I'm not going to lie, I was very apprehensive about taking this call but it's really good to see and talk to you guys. We should've been doing this a long time ago and we should definitely do it again sometime…"

"At least once a week if you're feeling up to it," Bayley suggested.

"Yeah, that'll work. Anyway, Joe has made it back and I don't want him waiting out in the hallway so I'm going to bid you all farewell until next time," she waved and listened to their goodbyes before hanging up.

Robyn quickly switched wigs and reached over to the bedside table and grabbed her lip gloss.

Joe opened the door once the 5 minutes she gave him expired. He paused his step when he saw her. "Oh! You look nice."

"Yeah, I'm going to be somebody's wife, right? Can't let myself go already," she laughed. "I hate what's going on but it does have its benefits. If things were normal, you'd be on the road right now while I laid here alone. The two week European tour would've been happening around this time, also."

"Now you know I wouldn't have been on the road…" he shook his head. "I couldn't leave you if I wanted to. And do you know how bad that would look on my part to be out while my fiancée is sick?"

"Not if I refused to allow you to stay and made it clear to anyone who had something to say about it. You sitting here would be pointless because it wouldn't change the situation and I would've preferred you to be somewhere to take your mind off of all this, even if just for the duration of a match," she explained. "Where did you go for the last hour or so anyway?"

"Just outside to make a few phone calls. One of them was to Jojo and I told her…"

"That I'm dying?!" Robyn exclaimed. "That's not an over the phone conversation, Joe!"

"No, of course not. I wouldn't dare talk to her about something we don't know for sure is going to happen. Unfortunately, I'm aware that one day I may have to have that conversation but now is not the time, especially when your oncologist remains optimistic," he replied. "I told her that we're getting married."

"Oh Lord, that isn't an over the phone conversation either. How did she take it?" Robyn covered her face, preparing to hear the worst. Their relationship was better but there's a difference between tolerating her due to a surprise illness and accepting her as a stepmother.

"Surprisingly well. She actually said she'd be in the wedding if it meant you got better," he revealed.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Definitely not the response she was expecting. Joe seemed a little shocked himself. "Oh, well if that's the case, I guess I'll have to get better, huh, so we can hold her to that."