Newbie, sort of.
Hey dudes, I’ve sort of been lurking around for a few months. I’ve never actually posted anything on here, but I’d been looking for a place to post and remembered this one. I just wanted to tag this here and see if anyone was interested in it or if it’s total crap and I should never write again. :) Please be gentle.
Title: Yours (tentative title)
Pairing: Ville and OFC
Rating: G-PG. For now.
Disclaimer: Apparently it’s illegal to own people, but I do own a couple OC’s and a bit of the basic plot line.
Summary: A woman wakes from a five year coma only to learn that she has a husband and daughter she doesn’t remember.
Authors Notes: If this has been done already then it’s a total my bad on my part. :( Also, I’m totally looking for a beta because I occasionally miss something that should be absolutely obvious, but of course isn’t to me. But yeah. I would thank anyone that would do it very muchly. :) I will probably have this friends locked in my journal in later chapters if any one wants to continue with this story.
It’s midnight. A nurse sits behind a large desk, lit only by a single lamp, and sighs heavily as she looks over her charts. One name in particular standing out to her. Mina Rochelle. A young woman who had been brought into the trauma ward five years ago. And three months, actually she noted as she looked at the date. She’d fallen from the third story balcony of her home. Had broken a multitude of bones, and head trauma. Luckily the child she carried had been uninjured. Mina been in a coma ever since. Her husband had long ago stopped coming to see her, their daughter...sweet little Angelica, had never known her mother.
Her husband had come religiously, day after day after day for three years. Their daughter was born two months after the accident. They’d done a c-section. All the while hoping that Mina would wake up when she went into labor. She never did. Angelica was born absolutely perfect with her mother’s grey eyes and her father’s dark hair. She saw her mother every day, her father always laying her next to her in hopes that feeling the child she had once carried inside her would bring her from her coma. After three years, the hurt had become too much. They came one day, stayed the entire day and through the night saying their emotional goodbyes and promising that no matter what happened they would always love her.
He continued paying her hospital bills. Hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and never batted an eye. The bills were paid through a trust with the hospital. He would call, sounding as emotionless as possible and ask if there had been any change. He always tried to hide the disappointment in his voice when he was told no.
It was such a tragic story. The couple had only been together for two years before she’d been hurt. But anyone could tell, just from the amount of love that her husband had shown and continued to show that their’s was a love that would last forever. If only Mina were awake to enjoy it.
As if on cue a heart monitor that was always stable on the screen started beeping erratically and the nurse gasped, checking and double checking, and even triple checking that it belonged to the room number that it said it did. She shoved her chair back and ran through the darkened hallways not caring who she disturbed or how much noise she made and ran into the room gasping once more as she saw eyelids fluttering quickly, the fingers of one hand forming into a fist and relaxing slowly.
“Mina.”
Title: Yours (tentative title)
Pairing: Ville and OFC
Rating: G-PG. For now.
Disclaimer: Apparently it’s illegal to own people, but I do own a couple OC’s and a bit of the basic plot line.
Summary: A woman wakes from a five year coma only to learn that she has a husband and daughter she doesn’t remember.
Authors Notes: If this has been done already then it’s a total my bad on my part. :( Also, I’m totally looking for a beta because I occasionally miss something that should be absolutely obvious, but of course isn’t to me. But yeah. I would thank anyone that would do it very muchly. :) I will probably have this friends locked in my journal in later chapters if any one wants to continue with this story.
It’s midnight. A nurse sits behind a large desk, lit only by a single lamp, and sighs heavily as she looks over her charts. One name in particular standing out to her. Mina Rochelle. A young woman who had been brought into the trauma ward five years ago. And three months, actually she noted as she looked at the date. She’d fallen from the third story balcony of her home. Had broken a multitude of bones, and head trauma. Luckily the child she carried had been uninjured. Mina been in a coma ever since. Her husband had long ago stopped coming to see her, their daughter...sweet little Angelica, had never known her mother.
Her husband had come religiously, day after day after day for three years. Their daughter was born two months after the accident. They’d done a c-section. All the while hoping that Mina would wake up when she went into labor. She never did. Angelica was born absolutely perfect with her mother’s grey eyes and her father’s dark hair. She saw her mother every day, her father always laying her next to her in hopes that feeling the child she had once carried inside her would bring her from her coma. After three years, the hurt had become too much. They came one day, stayed the entire day and through the night saying their emotional goodbyes and promising that no matter what happened they would always love her.
He continued paying her hospital bills. Hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and never batted an eye. The bills were paid through a trust with the hospital. He would call, sounding as emotionless as possible and ask if there had been any change. He always tried to hide the disappointment in his voice when he was told no.
It was such a tragic story. The couple had only been together for two years before she’d been hurt. But anyone could tell, just from the amount of love that her husband had shown and continued to show that their’s was a love that would last forever. If only Mina were awake to enjoy it.
As if on cue a heart monitor that was always stable on the screen started beeping erratically and the nurse gasped, checking and double checking, and even triple checking that it belonged to the room number that it said it did. She shoved her chair back and ran through the darkened hallways not caring who she disturbed or how much noise she made and ran into the room gasping once more as she saw eyelids fluttering quickly, the fingers of one hand forming into a fist and relaxing slowly.
“Mina.”