Amy lowered herself to the edge of the bed, steeling herself as she gazed up at him with concern.

They hadn't really spoken at all in the Canadian's rental car on the way over, as each had been consumed by their own thoughts and fears.

Adam raked a hand through his long blond hair, taking a deep breath as he gazed down at her.  She looked so small and uncertain - even scared - as she gazed up at him with those large hazel eyes, her hands folded primly over her closely-drawn knees.  He felt so incredibly guilty at the deep concern he easily read in her face.  He should have told her...

Then, clearing his throat, he began.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my neck injury...I...I didn't want to worry you."

Amy's eyes looked sad, but she didn't speak, as she knew there was much more he needed to say.

"I know that, after everything you went through with the exact same injury, I should've told you.  Who could understand better than you?" the blond Canadian asked rhetorically.  He sighed as the young woman continued to eye him silently, blinking rapidly as though trying not to cry again.

"It happened a couple of weeks back," Adam explained.  "I was in a match on SmackDown against Kurt Angle, and a German suplex went wrong.  I felt a popping in my neck, and then pain..."

The redhead nodded somberly, her gaze lowering for a beat before traveling back up to his emerald eyes.

"Naturally, I've had aches and pains before - as you know from personal experience, that comes along with this wonderful, crazy business we're in...But this pain didn't go away."

Amy cringed slightly as his words, as she knew better than anyone how that felt firsthand.

"Anyway," the tall blond man said, again running a hand through his hair, "I didn't want to worry you.  But...you wouldn't worry, anyway..."

"What?" the diva asked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at him.

"Well...we're not together anymore," Adam elaborated, "and haven't been for close to a year...so it wouldn't be something for you to worry about."

The redhead stared at him with a crestfallen expression on her face.  She couldn't help the feelings doing battle inside of her at that moment - and what she was feeling was pain and anguish.  And as selfish as it seemed, she didn't know what hurt worse - the fact that he was injured and hadn't told her about it, or the fact that he'd just pretty much said it was none of her concern.

All of a sudden, Amy couldn't hold back the tears any longer.  She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed bitterly.

Adam was completely taken by surprise by her crying.  After a beat in which he merely stared at her, taken aback, he was at her side, one arm around her waist, his other hand gently touching her shoulder.

"Ames...oh, Ames, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I kept this from you.  Please don't be mad at me..."

The redhead raised her head slowly, gazing into his concerned green eyes, which were filled with tenderness.

"It's...it's not that..."

The blond man gazed into her tear-filled eyes expectantly.

"It's not that I feel s-sorry for you, either," Amy continued, her speech slightly choked in her emotional state.  "I...It's just that..."  She sniffled a bit, raising one hand to her nose and wiping at it with the back of it.

"Just that...?  Amy, what is it?" the Canadian asked softly.  "Tell me, sweetheart..."  His gaze was equally as soft as his tone of voice.

The redhead managed to keep her head up, her gaze fixed on his gorgeous eyes as she concluded what she'd been trying to say.

"I still love you...and I never stopped loving you..."

Adam arched an eyebrow at her unexpected revelation, his breath nearly gone out of his body at the measure of surprise he felt.

"You still love me?"

The diva nodded.  "I always have...I...A very short time after I left you, I...I realized how stupid I'd been - what a horrible mistake I made," she breathed.  "And not a day has gone by since that I don't regret what I did..."

Adam gazed at the redhead with shock, his expression softening.  She still loves me, he thought.  The ball was totally in his court.

"Ames..."  He took hold of her hand, gently rubbing the top of it with the pad of his thumb.  "Don't cry, sweetie...Please don't cry."  He raised his other hand to her lovely but sad face and rubbed her cheek, smearing her tears.  "Baby, I still love you, too...I never stopped loving you, either."

As she looked into his eyes with surprise, the blond man lowered his lips, pressing them firmly on hers and kissing her gently.