Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a series of books that I have wrote myself and is available on Kindle under my pen name, Janessa Anderson. The name of the male lead character in this story has been changed to follow the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Making quick work up the stairs of his home, Mark moved inside of his bedroom and carried her gorgeous body over to where his large bed was nestled. He took the time to ease her to lie on her stomach in a way to where she would be as comfortable as possible and to keep from the blood from trickling out of the wound.

"I am going to step in the bathroom, and get the first aid supplies for your back that I am going to need, darling." Mark said. He spoke to her as calmly as he could even though his voice had a shaky sound to it, slightly. "I will be right back to bandage your back up."

There was another reason to why he was going to the restroom other than to fetch the items he needed to bandage her back up in order to keep any infection from getting in or anymore blood from coming out of it.

Moving across the threshold of his room, Mark left her nestled on his bed, and walked down to his decent sized bathroom at the end of the hallway that wasn't nowhere near the size of the ones at Belle's home. He walked inside the room, and flipped the light switch on.

The beams of the light nestled in the light bulb shot out, dancing over every inch that the room had to offer.

He walked up to where his medicine cabinet was hanging on the wall, and opened up the door on the front of it. His eyes locked on where he had a decent sized, blue medical box that contained all the necessary items that he would need to mend Emily's wound on her back. Mark brought the box down, and eased it on top of the back of the toilet. Flicking the switches on it up, he opened the lid, and peered inside.

Amongst the bandages, medical tape, and ointments, a small, black velvet box was nestled all the items.

This is the perfect chance for you to ask her, Mark.

His conscience's opinion seeped into his mind to where it consumed his thoughts, and gave him the confidence he had been needing for the very important question he had for the southern belle resting back in his room for over the last month.

Nodding his head to himself, Mark secured the lid to the box before his right hand slipped over the handle of it. He moved towards the direction of the doorway, and headed down the hallway with something very important and special to ask, as well as do, to his woman.

I really don't want to be lying here and doing nothing.

Emily had grown annoyed with herself on his bed and not being able to do anything like she wanted to.

I am not some poor little princess from the city that doesn't know how to do anything or some bum who lets others do things for her when she gets a little hurt.

She had been taught to rely on herself, and not on others around her. There was never one time that she had gave in to the temptation of letting someone else do something when she had the ability do it just fine.

Screw this…I am getting out of this bed, and-

Her train of thought abruptly ended due to the sound of Mark's big feet moving towards the doorway of the room. She turned her attention over towards it, and focused on the sight of his muscular body coming in there, and moving in her direction.

"Sorry for taking so long, sweetheart." Mark apologized to her as he moved to sit his medical supplies by a side of her body close to one her ankles. "I am here now though, and I am going to get started on fixing your back up."

"Can't I do anything to help you?"

Emily desperately wanted to do something if anything to help him and to keep her from going crazy of frustration.

"I hate being like this, and not moving around like I want to."

"I know this is bothering you a lot, darling, but you need to take it easy right now."

"Don't you think that I have taken it easy enough already?"

She noticed how her question had gotten a faint chuckle out of him as it slipped out of his mouth at the same time the faint sound of the medical box's lid being flipped open.

"Can't you just take it easy for once, angel, and let someone take care of you like you need to be?"

Emily had never really been the type to lie around and let someone else tend to her if she had the mentality in her to do it herself. Even when Johnathon would hurt her, she would force herself to work through the pain, and focus on getting things done regardless of how she felt.

However, here she had a wonderful, hardworking, highly attractive man wanting to dote on her, and give her the very kind of attention that she had been without for such a long time. Mark only wished to care and treat her like a woman should be by a man.