Roman turned his head when he caught Noelle's scent. Heat Rush by Beyonce. Not that she was a Beyonce fan. Far from. She just liked the perfume and always wore it. Roman liked it too. She always smelled so good.

There she was, the beauty that had captured his heart long ago. Her burnt umber hair was put up in a high ponytail. She was on her way to the ring but she had stopped and was supporting herself with a hand on the wall. Something was wrong. He started walking towards her. She collapsed on the floor, leaning her back against the wall, and his walk quickly turned into a sprint.

"Noelle!" He crouched down in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Her hazelnut brown eyes looked into his. She was clearly in pain. She held her hands on her stomach and gritted her teeth.

"This fucking disease!" She hissed.
"Do you need help? Should I get you a doctor?" He asked.
"They can't do anything," she said.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Endometriosis," she answered. "If you know what that is."
"I know. My cousin has it. Fucking disease!" He looked around. "Where's Chris? I should get Chris."
"No!" She grabbed his arm. "It's his fault. He took away my pills. I need... I just need a second. I'll be good to go. I... I... Fuck!"

She groaned in pain. It was clear she wouldn't be good to go. She couldn't go to the ring like that. Roman looked around and noticed Sarah Logan walking towards them with a concerned look on her face. Noelle and Sarah were friends. He knew that. Sarah had to know what was wrong.

"Shit!" Sarah said. "Your endo's acting up again?"
"She can't fight," Roman said. "Can you go tell Hunter or Stephanie? I'm gonna take her to my bus."
"Of course," Sarah said. "Feel better, Noelle."
"Thanks," Noelle said.

Sarah quickly walked away, and Roman looked at Noelle again.

"Can you walk?" He asked.
"Help me up," she said.

He helped her back to her feet and kept an arm around her for support as they walked out to his bus. He escorted her to his bed in the back. She lied down and curled up while he unlaced her boots and got them off her.

"What pills did Chris take away?" He asked.
"My birth control. They help keeping the pain down. They don't take it away but they help," she said.
"Why would he do that when he knows you need them?" He asked.
"He wants a child," she answered.
"And what do you want?" He asked.
"To not be here," she answered.

She started crying. He placed a hand on her shoulder. He really wanted to lay down and hug her but he wasn't sure if she could handle someone touching her when she was in pain.

"Are they on his bus or in his bag? I'll go get them for you," he said.
"He threw them away," she said.
"That motherfucker!" He muttered. "Okay, I got painkillers. Just a second."

He walked out to the mini kitchen and got some painkillers and a glass of water for her. He walked back in where she muttered a thanks and downed the pills quickly. Someone knocked on the door a few seconds later. He walked out and found Stephanie and Sarah there.

"She's in here," Roman said.

Stephanie followed him to the back of the bus where Noelle was still curled up.

"What's going on?" Stephanie asked.
"I can't fight. I'm in too much pain," Noelle answered.
"Do you need a doctor?" Stephanie asked.
"No, I..." Noelle took a deep breath. "I got endometriosis."
"What's that?" Stephanie asked.
"Google it. It'll take too long to explain," Noelle said.
"Okay, we already sent Dana out to take your place. Do you need anything? Should I find Chris for you?" Stephanie asked.
"No!" Noelle said firmly. "I don't want to see him."
"I got this. I'm taking her home," Roman said.
"Okay, feel better. Call me if you need anything," Stephanie said.

Stephanie left the bus again. Sarah walked in with a bag in her hand.

"I got your stuff," Sarah said. "I figured you weren't coming back to pack."
"Thank you," Noelle said.

Sarah placed the bag down on the floor, gave Noelle a smile, and nodded for Roman to follow. He walked outside with Sarah.

"Chris is a dick," she said.
"I can see that," he said.
"I've been telling her to leave him for a long time now," she sighed. "Maybe you're what she needs. Maybe you can talk some sense into her."
"I'll try," he smiled. "Thank you for bringing her stuff. I'll make sure she gets home safely."

He walked back on the bus and down to Noelle. He looked at the small bag on the floor. She had to have one more bag with clothes. They had been on the road for five days. This was Raw. Everyone was going home afterwards. She wouldn't have anything in a hotel somewhere.

"Where's the rest of your stuff?" He asked.
"On Chris' bus," she answered.
"You got a key for that?" He asked.
"Side pocket," she pointed at her bag.

He unzipped the side pocket and looked at her personal stuff. He pulled out a set of keys.

"Which one?" He asked.
"The blue one," she answered.
"How does your bag look?" He asked.
"Wait, you can't actually be thinking about going there," she said.

He smirked at that. Not only was he thinking about it. He was going to do it.

"How does your bag look?" He asked again.
"It's a dark green suitcase. It's just inside the door," she answered.
"Good," he chuckled. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

It was a quick run to Chris' bus. Chris was still inside the arena so he wouldn't be a problem. Roman grabbed her suitcase, locked the bus again and went back to his own bus. He placed the suitcase down next to her bag with a triumphantly smile.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked.
"Because I love you," he answered.

Both of their eyes widened when they realized at the same time that he had spoken his mind freely. He hadn't meant to tell her. Not like that at least. At first it was her relationship with Chris holding him back. He respected that. But after tonight, he had lost all respect for Chris. Still, he hadn't planned to just blurt it out like that, but now that it was out there, he sure as hell wasn't taking it back.

"Roman," she said lowly.
"I fucking love you," he said. "So damn much. I wasn't gonna tell you but I do. I'm not gonna act on it. I swear. You don't have to feel awkward around me or anything. I won't try anything funny. You got my word."

She didn't say anything. She just kept staring at him. He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.

"So... Ehm... Just lay down and sleep, alright? We're going home," he said.

He turned around to tell his bus driver to hit the road.

"What about you?" She asked.

He turned back around to look at her.

"Where will you sleep?" She asked.
"I'm gonna keep him company up in the front," he answered.
"You don't have to. It's your bed. We can share," she said. "I trust you, Roman."