"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mike spat into the phone, plopping down on his hotel bed.

Taylor rolled her eyes in the hospital parking lot as she listened to her husband ramble on and on. "Mike," she tried, but to no avail. She then pressed her hand to her forehead, continuing to listen to him. "Michael!"

Just then, he stopped his rambles. "What?"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?" Mike repeated. "Are you kidding me, Taylor? Some ex of my wife tells her that he still loves her, then says he regrets cheating on her and finally, and this is my favorite…he asks if she is happy in her current marriage. I have every right to be upset Taylor."

"Yes you do," she agreed. "And I know you're upset. Believe me; I'm not too comfortable in the situation either. That is why I am going to ask my supervisor if I can be transferred to a different patient or even a different floor until Chase is released. I have it all under control."

Mike sighed, running his free hand over his face. "That rat bastard is lucky I'm not home. He wouldn't be making it out of the hospital."

Taylor giggled. "Babe, I think you've been watching too much Big Bang Theory," she said, fully knowing where the phrase came from. "Don't worry!"

"And what if you can't get transferred?"

"I'll cross that bridge when the time comes," Taylor replied.

"Why don't you just quit?" Mike suggested.

"No way! I'm not quitting just because my ex-boyfriend made a pass at me. Mike, while you're gone, what the hell am I supposed to do? Just sit on my ass & twiddle my thumbs? Sorry, that is not going to happen," Taylor replied back as she climbed out of the car. "Listen, I need to get inside. I will call you later ok?"

Even though she couldn't see him, Mike nodded. "Alright I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"I love you too Mike."

"Hey Taylor can I ask you something real quick?"

"Sure, go ahead," she replied.

"Are you happy with me?"

Taylor sighed, both frustrated & hurt at the same time. "I can't believe you just asked me that. Listen, I have to go," she said hanging up the phone. She had never heard Mike sound so un-sure of himself before. Evidently he wasn't as confident in their marriage as she was.

Mike groaned as Taylor hung up on him. He hung his head in defeat, rubbing his tired eyes. She was truly pissed at him. Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles, Taylor walked into the hospital with a purpose. She felt pretty confident but as she reached the right floor, nerves grew in her stomach.

After clocking in, the petite brunette made her way down the hall and to her boss's office. "Come in," she heard Cheryl faintly say. "Good morning Cheryl."

The older woman with brunette hair looked up from a few files, and smiled toward Taylor. "Good morning Taylor. Thank you so much for covering last night. It made life a little easier."

She smirked. "Actually Cheryl, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Something happened last night…something that I'm really not too comfortable with."

Cheryl frowned. "What are you talking about? I didn't see any incident reports."

"No, it's not like that. Chase Montgomery is a patient on the floor, and he happens to be my ex-boyfriend. Last night, as I was checking on him, he made a pass at me. He was asking me personal questions about my marriage to Mike- questions that weren't his business," Taylor explained as Cheryl continued to listen. "All I am asking for is a temporary transfer. After the comments were made, I asked Lindsay to switch patients with me, and it seemed to work well. Until Chase is discharged, I respectfully request working with a different doctor, or even move to a different floor."

Staying quiet for several moments, Cheryl rested her chin on her folded hands. "You feel like you can't work with him anymore?"

"I'm sorry Cheryl, but I was uncomfortable. Yes he is a patient to the doctor I work with, but at the same time a patient shouldn't be asking me such personal questions. I'll be honest; part of it is due to me having a past with him. I tried to put up with it as much as I could but he just got to personal with me. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

More silence passed. "Normally I wouldn't do this, and normally I would say you can't interfere work with your personal life. But Taylor, I know how much of a hard worker you are. And I know you are one hell of a nurse. I will take a look at Mr. Montgomery's file and see when he might be discharged. I will double with Lindsay, but I'm going to assign her to Mr. Montgomery and I will assign you one of her patients."

"Thank you Cheryl," Taylor smiled. "I really, really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, and since you have such a short day today I am going to assign you the paperwork to finish up while the other girls take care of the patients."

"Not a problem at all," Taylor agreed. "Thank you again," she smiled as she walked out of the room.

Throughout the morning and into the early afternoon, files were moved and files were made for new patients. Just as she was gathering a few supplies, the nurses main phone line rang.

"Nursing this is Taylor," she calmly said.

"Hey."

She took a deep breath and silently counted. After her meeting with Cheryl and tasks after, Taylor momentarily forgot about her fight with Mike. But now after hearing his voice, everything came back. "Hey. Listen I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Ok," he replied. She could hear the sadness in his voice. "I won't keep you, but I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have asked you that."

"Mike I can't believe you asked if I was happy with you," Taylor said. "It's like you don't have any confidence in me or in our marriage," she quietly said.

"I do have confidence in you and our marriage," Mike spat. "I was just angry at the news you had to tell me about work last night. I just got caught up in the moment."

"Yeah, well I get caught up in moments too Mike, but I don't try to hurt the feelings of the person I love. I accept your apology, but still upset. I'll talk to you tomorrow when I calm down."

"Taylor-"

"Bye Mike," she interrupted before he could say anything more, and then hung up.

"Damn it," Mike yelled, throwing a nearby pillow across the room.

Another hour later, Mike arrived at the arena for the house show. He couldn't believe Taylor was this mad at him. He couldn't get it off his mind, and it even affected him so much that he botched his landing during the match with Dolph.

"What's up with you man?" Nic asked as he watched Mike get his arm taped and wrapped. "You're usually ready for matches."

He shook his head. "I just have a lot of things on my mind. It won't happen again."

After Raw was finished for the night, a majority of the WWE superstars decided to go for a drink before heading toward the next town. Instead of having fun with the guys on the roster, Mike just sulked at the bar, ordering drink after drink.

In a nearby table, Nic was heavily making out with Melissa, who was able to surprise him with a visit right before the show started. "You know what Mel," Nic began, keeping a tight hold on his girlfriend. "I've been thinking."

"Uh oh, that's not a good sign," she smiled.

Nic smirked. "I have been thinking…that we need to become husband and wife."

Melissa's eyes widened. "Wow! I don't know what to say-"

"Well, I could tell you what I'd like you to say," he winked, showing off an engagement ring from his pocket.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "Of course my answer is yes," throwing her arms around Nic.

Their celebration lasted a few minutes as both exchanged smiles. "I love you," Nic smiled, cradling her face.

"I love you too," Melissa smiled, quickly kissing him. "I have to call Taylor!"

Nic only laughed as he watched his new fiancé grab her phone and head toward the nearest EXIT. Melissa was busy dialing a familiar number as she happen to glance toward the seating right by the bar. There was Mike…talking with Eve…and they looked awfully close…