Back to Fan FictionOkay, so I finally updated, and here ya go. The lyrics are from Wicked. Yes, yes, I know, it couldn;t really work that way considering the fact that wicked didn't come out until 2004 and the nanny aired in '93...But who cares? Its a fanfiction right? F.A.N.F.I.C.T.I.O.N. Keyword being FICTION as in not real. OMG, i learned a new word!!!
Part 6
by
A Beautiful Storm
(Wackyhorse2002@aol.com)
Doctors whirled around in the small room. It was touch and go. Just moments ago, the patient's vitals had gone flat for no apparent reason. Doctors and Nurses alike let out their breath when they heard the steady beeping, assuring them that the patient had pulled through. What had happened, they didn't know. But suddenly, the patient was convulsing, her brain waves becoming more eminent with each passing moment.
It was a mystery. She could be going either way. Nothing the doctors did calmed the seisurs, and they finally had to give up, wait for the outcome and hope for the best. One doctor, a perky redhead, raced out the doors to phone the patients family immediately.
In the Sheffield abode...
"Maxwell Sheffield, please." a brisk voice said, as soon as the phone was at his ear.
"Speaking." he said quickly, instantly awake.
"We have some news about Fran Fine. We suggest you come to the hospital right away." Dr. Jenkins said.
"Fran? Is she alright?" He replied, his heart racing. He couldn't bare it if she was gone. He couldn't live.
"Well, as unprofessional as this may sound, I'm not quite sure. She could be going either way--waking up or going for good, to be honest. There's nothing left we can do, you'll just have to come down and hope for the best."
Maxwell didn't even bother to answer. In a second he was running down the hall, screaming for the kids to be awake. Without waiting, he raced out to the street and hailed a cab. Hoping in and giving the cabby directions, his head began to reel.
She had to be okay. She just had to be. There was no way that this could happen. She was waking, he convinced himself. Right now, she was opening her eyes for the first time in almost a month. Right now, she was calling for him. When he entered her room he would be greeted by the old Fran Fine. He had himself convinced.
In the hospital room...
Maxwell burst into her room, not even stopping to check in. He searched the room, praying she would be out of her bed. She wasn't. He slowly walked over to the bedside, and peared down at the sleeping Fran.
She wasn't awake.
She was shivering though. He put his coat around her, and resigned to the bedside chair. He couldn't bare the thought of her dieing. Especially not if she didn’t know his feelings for her. He hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Sara. Even though she simply had to make it through, he decided to tell her.
"Fran Fine, I love you. I always have. Ever since you put you spiky heeled shoe onto my front porch, I have loved you. The way you smile, the way the simple things amuse you. The way you care for the kids. Your charm. Your wit. And even your voice. I love everything about you, everything. We can't live without you, Fran, we need you. I need you."
He began to hum a small section of a song he had heard, from some new musical. It was a beautiful song, but all he could remember was
Maybe I'm brainless
"You fell up? Did I fall down? Oy, what a bump!" a weak voice spoke up, muffled, and cracking from under usage, but still, overly nasally...
The End
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