I'll be your doctor, I'll be your cure

I'm like a rookie paramedic to a siren

My name is Wendy Lane. I'm 5'4, green eyes, brown hair, pale skin with millions a freckles and 25 years old.

I live by myself in my studio apartment in Miami Beach. Oh and did I mention, I'm a trainer for and travel with the WWE. I do house shows, televised shows, everything. Today was Sunday, and I was packing to leave for a month. As I got in my car and headed towards the airport I went over my work schedule in my head. 'Monday-Newark, NJ, Tuesday, Philadelphia, Wednesday and Thursday days off' I thought pulling into a spot.    I had been with the company since I was 21, and I have met some pretty cool people. On the other hand it often got lonely.
     As I got onto the plane, I noticed a few superstars and other staff members already on the plane. "Hey Wendy!" Stephanie McMahon called from behind me. "Hey Steph, what's up?" I asked throwing my carry on in the overhead compartment. "Well Bill is out this week, he's very ill, so you're the lead trainer." She said watching me stow vmy baggage. "Me? Do you think I'm ready for that?" I asked her in surprise. "You've been here for 4 years, you've got more experience than most of them, so yeah I'd say you're ready kid." She said patting me on the back. "I have faith in you." She said walking back to her seat.
  As I settled into my seat and put my headphones in I closed my eyes and put my head back. "i hate this town it's so washed up and all my friends don't give a fuck. They tell me it's just bad luck when will I find where I fit in" A Day to Remember played through my headphones. I felt somebody sit in the seat next to me. I peaked one eye open to see Dean Ambrose next to me. "What up Wendy?" He said geting himself comfortable. "What up where's your woman?" I asked with my eyes closed still. "Eh she's flying out tomorrow she took an extra day off." He said getting ready to put his own headphones in. When he suddenly looked down the aisle and smiled. "Brother!" He exclaimed as Roman Reigns walked towards us and sat next to him. "Hey brother! Wendy, how are you?" He asked looking over at me. "Fine." I said paying attention back to my music. I had no problem with him, although he would never give me the time of day other than saying "hey". The fact that he remembered my name was a miracle. I had worked with Roman a few times helping him with injuries but that was it. "Dude just wake me up when we get there." I said hitting Ambroses arm. A half hour later I was woken up by the guys being obnoxiously loud next to me. "Hi, I'm trying to sleep here can you shut up." I yelled turning away. "oh please lighten up." Roman half whispered to Dean. "How about you lighten up Mr. Roman Reigns? I'm extremely tired, I'm stressed out because I'm the lead trainer this week, i just want to sleep." I snapped sitting up. "This is why you hang out by yourself. You're such a bitch!" He snapped back

. "I can't wait until we land so I can get the fuck away from you." I retorted.
             When we landed I rushed to get off the plane and far away from him. "Dude, you should of been nice to her, she's in charge of what happens to you if you get injured." I heard Dean say smacking Roman in the head. I stood online to rent a car and ran into Stephanie. "What was going on on the plane?" She asked with curiosity. "I just can't with him. He's such a cocky asshole." I said with frustration as I watched Roman walk by and throw a glare. "Well hopefully you guys stay far away from each other then." Stephanie said collecting her things and walking off with Shane. I drove by myself to the hotel and got my room. After I got settled in there was a knock on my door and I reluctantly got up to get it. I opened it to find non other than Roman  Reigns standing in my door. "Hey Wendy, can I talk to you for a minute? I think I pulled something...bad." He said trying to hide his pain. "Yeah, come in." I said moving aside and closing the door behind him.