The soft snoring to his left had woken the heavily sedated Irishman up and he looked over, half of Amanda's face covered by her tousled shoulder length hair and the other buried by the pillow that kept both their heads up as she, too deep in sleep to notice the surrounding world, bit down on her lower lip for a few seconds and twitched.

Lightly stretching the fingers on his right hand, Finn hated the sling already… but he had no choice in wearing it, even if it was only for a few months.

Amanda's eyes were slow to open as Finn lightly rubbed his left hand up and down the inner part of her right thigh, the amber tones barely visible amongst the hazel.

"You sleep okay? Do you need me to find the surgeon, how's your arm?" Amanda asks, starting to ramble until Finn pressed his lips against hers and the two kissed again.

"Waking up next to you… that's all I need to know that everything will be okay in its time, Mandy. You worry too much." Finn says, lightly tucking some of Amanda's hair behind her right ear as she rested her left hand near his right one. "Much like I worry about you." He says, brushing his numbed fingers on his right hand among the scar on her left wrist where it had been broken back in April.

"That's how we are… worrying about each other. Letting the walls crash and building them back up around others." Amanda says.

"There'll be one day where we can't build them back… and our vulnerability is out for everyone to see. And it'll be okay… because we'll show the world that we're human." Finn says before the two kissed again.

In these gentle moments with him, Amanda Rose Cena could get lost forever… and that's how she wanted it to stay.

That November on what was Survivor Series night, the two were in the backstage area at the ICW Fear And Loathing event… and a coughing fit left Amanda struggling to breathe, Finn pressing his hand against her forehead after taking her into his arms.

"Fuck, you're burning up. Off to the hospital with you." Finn says, helping Amanda back to the locker room.

She would normally protest… but Scotland's medical care was free at least and the coughing fits had been going on for two weeks.

Sure enough, Bronchitis was the result… and Amanda was admitted overnight, Finn by her side just like she was by his after his surgery.

"Next time we come here, it'll be a different occasion… something memorable in a good way." Finn says, Amanda looking at him.

"Are you hinting at what I think you are?" Amanda asks, the two having talked about marriage recently.

"Right under the famous Anvil in Gretna Green… the two of us with our families there. The next chapter of our life starting… the sound of little feet running around shortly after." Finn says, both letting smiles slip through.

Another cough rattled through Amanda's chest and Finn lightly rubbed his hand up and down her back until it stopped, both resting back onto the pillow.

Dreams do come true… but they take time…

Backstage, Natia and Joe walked into the locker room and found Finn and Amanda half asleep as they continued watching Raw.

"How you feeling, kiddo?" Joe asks, Amanda nodding in a way that meant "Not too bad."... but he knew she was lying.

"You're not feeling it fully… it has to sink in." Natia says, her and Amanda hugging after Amanda stood up.

Amanda waited patiently for her cue after the two let go… and it started, Amanda and Finn kissing after he stood up.

"Guard your head." Finn whispered before Amanda left.

The fight between Alexa and Bayley was at full steam until Alexa knocked her down… getting arrogant, she jumped out and grabbed a kendo stick before running back into the ring.

The lights flickered and Alexa saw the familiar black and red as she felt the kendo stick being gripped tightly… before turning and seeing Amanda, who ripped it away from the self proclaimed goddess and proceeded to beat her with it, Alexa screaming in pain at the blows that the small dark haired diva dealt out.

Amanda dropped the kendo stick to the mat, walking over and helping Bayley to her feet.

"You okay, pal?" Amanda asks.

"Better than she is at the moment." Bayley says as both saw the Raw Women's Champion pull herself up to her knees.

In the trainer's room, Alexa and Bayley were both dealing with their wounds and Alexa was rubbing her sore and bruising back.

"Who taught that girl to use a kendo stick, Tommy Dreamer?!" Alexa growled in a bitter tone.

"Just think yourself lucky that I wasn't at full steam tonight or you'd be in a hospital bed." Amanda says as she was leant against the wall, Kurt walking in.

"I'm gonna give you all a fair shot… at Extreme Rules, it's gonna be a Kendo Stick On A Pole match with Amanda as the special guest enforcer." Kurt says before turning to Amanda. "And Shane called… he wants you to rest up til Backlash, kiddo." He says.

Amanda knew that Shane was watching… and it worried him.

Walking back to the locker room, Amanda stopped when she saw Owen and Roddy nearby, both looking at her.

"Exhibit more caution next time, kiddo." Owen says.

"He's right, darlin. That was scary." Roddy says before the two disappeared.

All the scrambled bits of her memory were still there... but Amanda was calm.

Sunday, Allstate Arena, 4 hours left until Backlash

Quiet settled amongst the arena and Finn and Amanda were taking advantage of it, her curled up in his arms and lightly readjusting her Balor Club tank top as she rested her head on his shoulder, her right arm lazily wrapped around his waist.

"Do you still think about it? What we talked about back in November?" Finn asks as they look at each other.

"Marriage, family… I've always wanted that in life. I still think about it, Finn… and I still want it." Amanda says before the two kissed.

Walking towards the locker room, Randy opened the door a bit and looked inside… before closing it and letting them be.

'And I hope you live out every dream for yourselves, you two.' Randy thought with a smile before seeing Chris and Nancy and nodding at them before leaving.

After everything, all he wanted was for Amanda to be happy.

Even if in a non romantic way, the Viper still cared about the Demon Mistress… he always would.