So, without any further ado, I give you the ultimate Mary Sue story.....
I Will Remember You - The Missing Scene
By Lilith (28/12/99)
The quiet of the ward was broken only by the soft squeak of my shoes as I did my final round of the night. Soon the ward would be filled with the usual morning hubbub, and today would be especially chaotic. I anticipated that there would be an enclave of persons around Michael- oops- DAVID, as the doctor had already indicated to me that he would discharge him in the morning.
I finished my round and decided to take one last peek in David's room. To my surprise, he was awake. Those big blue eyes blinked at me owlishly and then the most beautiful smile lit his entire face.
"Please come and talk to me," he whispered. "I'd been hoping I would see you before you went home."
I entered the room and quickly walked to his bedside. "How are you feeling?" I asked as I assessed him rapidly.
"Actually.... Hungry!!" We both laughed and I was startled to feel a little shiver go up my back at the sound of his chuckling. Patients didn't usually affect me this way, but truth be told, he was a special case. He also had a certain presence about him; I think that was what kept nagging at me and helped me to realize that this was no ordinary psych patient. I blinked and shook myself mentally. Back to the matter at hand.
"Well, I can fix that if you don't mind cold cereal and toast. I can probably scrounge up some orange juice too, if you like."
"And peanut butter?" David looked at me so wistfully that I couldn't help it - my heart simply melted.
"And peanut butter," I reassured him.
David sat up and grabbed at my hand as I turned to go. "Thanks,
Leslie. For getting me breakfast and, well, you know..."
I patted his hand and gave his fingers a little squeeze. "You're welcome, David. Now, you just rest and I'll be back in about five minutes." I gently disentangled our hands and pushed him back into the pillows. With one last smile, I left the room.
I returned shortly with a tray laden with food. In addition to the cereal and toast (with peanut butter!), I'd managed to pilfer a Danish from Amy and some fruit salad from my own lunch. As I entered the room, David's eyes lit up and he struggled to sit up in the bed. I hastily put the tray down on the bedside table and ran to the bed to help him. I grabbed at him as he swung his legs over the bed. His forward momentum was too much for me and we slowly slid toward the floor. In one last desperate attempt to stop himself from falling, David grasped at the mattress. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he only succeeded in pulling the mattress onto the floor with us. I twisted my body so that most of his weight landed on me.
"Ooof!" We both wheezed once we hit the floor. David looked a little stunned as he lay there, half on me and half on the mattress. I managed to wiggle around enough to get him back on the mattress but there was NO way I would be able to get him back to bed. I sat up and straightened my uniform. As I looked down at David, I could see his shoulders shaking. Concerned, I leaned over him and then realized that he was laughing.
The sheer lunacy of the situation hit me. I burst into laughter and said, "We might as well have a picnic! I'm not trying to get you AND that mattress back on the bed until after we've had something to eat!" David nodded his head vigorously and tried to sit up again.
"Oh no you don't!" I cried. "That's what got us into this mess in the first place." I knelt in front of him and managed to prop him into a sitting position.
"Thanks, Leslie. You're a real sweetheart." David smiled and leaned his head back on the pillow I had put behind him.
I stood and brought the tray over to the mattress. "What's your pleasure? I have cereal, toast with peanut butter, orange juice, milk, Danish and fruit salad."
David chuckled. "After that workout, I think that I could eat it all! But I'll start with the toast."
I sat back down on the mattress beside him and watched as he devoured the toast, then the cereal, and then the fruit salad. The Danish he offered to me and I gratefully ate it. I'd missed my meal break because of all the excitement earlier in the night. Soon we were finished and sat in companionable silence.
The events of the past night were catching up with me. I yawned and then closed my eyes briefly. Suddenly, I felt a butterfly caress of lips over my mouth. My eyes flew open and I parted my lips to say something, what I'm not sure. David's lips took full advantage and coaxed me into responding with increasing fervor. Finally I came to my senses and broke off the kiss, pushing David away slightly. I stared at him unable to speak. He stared back, uncertainty in his eyes. I opened my mouth again and the uncertainty in his eyes disappeared as he gently placed a finger on my lips.
"Shhhhh," he whispered. He cupped my face in his strong hands and kissed me once again. As his lips moved against mine, all rational thought fled. My heart swelled with tenderness as I felt him pour all his gratitude and pent-up emotions into this kiss. When his tongue shyly probed the depths of my mouth, I moaned and responded by gently sucking on it. I could feel myself beginning to burn up in the inferno of our kiss. It was too much and I had to stop. Once again, I broke free, gasping for air.
David spoke first. "I'm sorry, I know that you're married, it's just that I needed to feel, I don't know..."
"Alive?" I softly queried. David nodded, and turned away. I touched his cheek with my palm and he turned back. His eyes looked so sorrowful, so full of secrets.
"What is it? Can you tell me?" I grasped his hand and held it tightly. He squeezed mine in return, then opened his mouth as if to speak. Shaking his head, he remained mute for a minute. Then, he spoke.
"When I was kissing you, it was the most alive I think I've felt in a long time. But there's something at the back of my brain, something that tells me that I've felt this way before. I can't remember, but I feel sure that there is someone out there that I love, that makes me feel the way I did when I kissed you. I'm sorry, I feel like I took advantage of you. Can you forgive me?"
My eyes welled with tears at his speech. I felt as if I could see right into his soul. There was something deep inside that soul that was eating at him, but it was buried with the rest of his memories. I just hoped that when he DID remember it wouldn't be too much for him. I quickly dashed away the tears and answered him.
"Of course I forgive you, if you feel that there is anything to forgive. I do understand, and I have to tell you that your kiss didn't exactly leave me unaffected. You are a very special man, David. That person you love is very fortunate indeed." I leaned over and gave him a quick hug. He gave me a small smile and I had a sudden urge to hear his laugh again. "Besides, I may be married, but I'm not dead!"
David looked startled at that, then burst into laughter. "Thanks, sweetheart. You know how to cheer me up! But, I guess no more kisses, huh?"
He stared at me unblinkingly. I stared back. Then in unison we both answered, "Well, maybe just one more!"
That started us up giggling again. It was then that David leaned over and gifted me with the sweetest kiss I've ever had.
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