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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2010 22:42:16 GMT -5
“Do you guys have any idea why Sharon brought us all here?” Damian asked the rest of the group.
“Nope.” Keith replied strumming his guitar absentmindedly. Scattered around the room all six singers were waiting for Sharon to arrive.
“Hey guy’s.” Sharon said walking into the room. In her hand she held a soiled tissue, and her face was slightly red.
What’s wrong?” George asked standing.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, sit back down.” She motioned her hand for him to sit. “Look everyone, I know its short notice but,” she paused to blow her nose. “We’re headed back to the states.”
“What?!” Keith and Damian both cried looking at her in horror.
“We just got back!” Keith complained.
“And-” Damian was cut off.
“I don’t have the patience right now.” Sharon snapped.
“Why are we going back?” Ryan asked, trying to keep everyone calm.
“There’s a girl over there…and…well…”
“What?” Neil tried to hurry her along.
“She was going to come to the concert in November, but she, uh…she won’t be able to make it.”
“So you’re telling me,” Paul pointed to himself, “That we’re flying all the way over there because some girl is going to miss the concert?”
“Yes.”
“Well, unless there’s something you’re not telling us, we’ll be touring again next year. She can come see us then.” Paul began to get up.
“She can’t come because she’s dying.” Sharon had new tears in her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2010 22:17:28 GMT -5
“So we’ll only be here a day, then I’ll get you all back home.”
They nodded. “So, where are we goin’ anyway?” Keith asked.
“She lives in Florida. It looks like we’ll be going to the hospital to see her.”
“Oh.” The hospital was really the last place any of them wanted to be. For six pranksters, isolated rooms and overbearing rules were simply too much.
Once they landed they were met with opaque skies, a shadow laying down over the land.
“Seems a little ironic,” George commented. “We come here to see someone who’s dying, and everything is so…”
“Gloomy.” Ryan finished for him.
“I thought this was the ‘Sunshine State’.” Damian complained.
“We won’t be here long.” Sharon said, cell phone up to one ear. “Yes,” she said into the phone. “We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
The drive over was wrought with different emotions. Damian felt a little sick; he had never met someone that he knew was going to die. He had no idea how he was supposed to treat her. George was sympathetic to the family. He planned to talk to the parents in private about their daughter. He knew they must be distraught over losing such an important piece of their lives. Keith didn’t quite know what to feel, he felt bad for the girl, whoever she was, and bad for the family, but he didn’t know how he should handle seeing them. Paul emanated guilt; guilt for saying she was just some unimportant girl, guilt for complaining about the long trek. Ryan was a little depressed. He still wondered how on earth someone could live knowing that they were just going to die, die very soon.
As they pulled up to the hospital Sharon turned to look at the guys. “You ready to meet her?” None of them answered. “Neither am I.”
The stark white interior was imposing as the singers walked to the reception desk. “We’re here to see a Miss Bianca Taylor.” She told the woman.
“Just one moment.” The receptionist smiled warmly to the group before typing away at the computer. “Just wear these,” She said looking up, handing them each a badge. “And then you need to go to room 426. She’s in there.”
Sharon thanked the woman and ushered the guys to the elevator. Seeing the look of anxiety on Damian’s face she put a hand on his shoulder. “Just be yourself.” She told him. “You’ll be fine.” He nodded.
Now in front of the room, George knocked lightly on the door. “Come in.” Came a voice from inside.
They opened it.
“Oh, hi!” The girl in the bed exclaimed. “Uh, here, let me just…” She stood up, her face now a rosy color. “It’s so nice to meet…” The I.V. pulled her hand back as she reached out to shake one of theirs. “…meet you…” She finished feebly. “I’m Bianca”
“Hello.” Keith said first, pushing up to the front. “Are ya well?” Paul smacked him on the arm. “Oops.” He muttered.
“I’m doing pretty good.” She laughed as she snatched Keith’s hand. “I mean, I get to meet all of my favorite singers! This is pretty awesome!” Bianca continued to giggle.
“Where are your parents?” George asked looking around the small room.
“Oh, they had to go to my aunts; they should be heading back any moment.” A loud clap of thunder rumbled outside. “Then again, they may take a little while.”
A horrible noise breeched the air. It sounded almost like an explosion and seemed to shake the hospitals very foundations. Suddenly a voice crackled from over the intercom.
“Attention,” it was the same woman who had been at the reception desk earlier. “We, uh, don’t want anyone to panic, but…the hospital had been put on lockdown until further notice. We’ve got a big storm that’s over the entire county; most public places are on lockdown right now. You have nothing to panic about.” The poor receptionist’s voice betrayed her, she sounded terrified.
“Yep.” Bianca nodded and looked anxiously out the window. “My parents are gonna be a bit.”
“Well then,” Keith started a song on his guitar. “Why don’t we get started?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 9:45:15 GMT -5
Time seemed to fly as they played away at their music, all looking up to see Bianca’s uncontainable joy and unstoppable clapping after each song.
“I think that’s every song from the show,” Paul said.
“And the last show,” Keith huffed.
“And the show before that.” Damian sighed and flopped down on the couch. “All we have left is the Christmas allbu—ow!” Ryan whacked him hard in the gut. “What?!” Sharon looked over at him with a reprimanding glare. “What?!” He yelled again, then it dawned on him. “Oh…”
“No, it’s alright.” Bianca assured them. “Do you want to sing that? I mean, if you’re not too tired.”
“Never too tired to perform m’dear.” Ryan said as he stood. “What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
“Uh, Ryan?” Paul interrupted. “Never too tired to perform, not never to hungry to perform.” As if to prove his point Keith’s stomach gave a loud rumble.
“My poor tummy has been neglected!” Keith whimpered.
“The cafeteria is a few floors down,” Bianca said. “I’m sure their letting people go there. Go ahead.”
“Alright guys, let’s go.” Sharon stood and motioned for the others to follow her. “Not you.” She said to Damian pushing him back down into his seat. “Just stay here for one minute.” Damian stared at her wide eyed until she closed the door behind her.
“We can’t just leave her alone in there.” George said.
“I know,” Sharon replied. “That’s why I left Damian behind.”
“You know Damian’s not going to be able to handle talking to her. He’s too afraid he’ll say the wrong thing.”
“Do you have a better plan?”
“I’ll stay.” Ryan said. “And I swear, I find out you ate my food…” He pointed to Keith.
“What, me?” Keith gave him an almost innocent face. “I would never do any such thing.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Ryan opened the door. “Watch him.” He told Sharon still looking at Keith. “On second thought, get him a leash.”
As Ryan peaked in the room he saw Damian laughing hysterically on the couch and Bianca smirking. “That was good!” Damian practically squeaked. “I gotta go tell Keith!” With that he sprinted from the room.
“What did you say to him?” Ryan asked, looking after the boy with a confused smile.
“Joke about a chicken.” She answered matter-of-factly before breaking out into gales of laughter. “You wanna hear?”
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As he caught up with the group Damian suddenly slowed and the smile melted from his face. He walked up and rested his head on Georges shoulder. “How long?” He murmured.
“What?” Sharon asked.
“How long till she…I mean until the…”
“Her parents told me she has maybe six months. Probably less.” She sighed.
It was May. The bright and bubbly Bianca they had left in the room had already seen her last Christmas and her last Thanksgiving. She wasn’t even going to live past twenty-five.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 20:23:56 GMT -5
“What is this?” Ryan asked pointing over to the lone paper on the bulletin board opposite her bed. “My list.” Bianca answered simply. “’Celtic Thunder, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera’…” he read. “You really love your music don’t you?” “Well, yeah.” She blushed. “I’m going…I was going to be a performer. Got a scholarship and everything.” She gave a bitter chuckle. “I’m sorry,” He said. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault really. There’s no point in dwelling on it.” Her happy attitude returned. “Everything is good; I get out of here tomorrow, and my parents are going to take me to New York City next week. I can hardly wait!” He continued down the list. “You want to go to Ireland?” “Always have. It just seems so beautiful and so…green.” “The green is because of the rain. It never seems to go away.” She glanced out the window at the sheeting rain. “I love it though. Thunderstorms especially. I wonder…” She trailed off. “Never mind.” “Wonder what?” “If…if I’ll miss the rain.” She looked up fervently, then immediately turned her face away, a fiery red blush engulfing her face. “It’s stupid, I know I just…” “No, it’s not.” Ryan sat on the foot of the bed. “Thank you.” Bianca smiled up at him. “I needed that.” Sharon burst into the room. “Ryan,” She said, bringing the rest of the guy’s in. “You need to turn on the news.” When The T.V. flashed on they saw a woman standing outside in the pouring rain, her umbrella upturned. “—we have a tornado warning in affect until--” the wind almost made her topple over. “In affect until at least--” the wild wind whirled her hair around and covered her face, making her next words inaudible. She quickly recovered and righted herself “Tonight in the following counties…” She began to name them off. “That’s right over here,” Bianca said, her eyes widening. “Looks like we’re going to be here longer than I expected.” Sharon sighed and turned off the television. --- You like?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 23:55:27 GMT -5
The afternoon slowly melted away into evening, though the sky looked barely different than it had earlier. The wind blew harder, the rain pelted faster, and all that was visible in the black were the constant drops, and every few minutes the sky lit up bright white, until it faded away.
The later it got, the drowsier Bianca became. Keeping up with her steadfast upbeat mood, she smiled and nodded along with the joking men.
“Bianca,” Sharon came and out a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Hmm?” She tiredly looked up at the woman.
“Do you want to rest?”
“No…no,” She straightened herself. “I’m…” she interrupted herself yawning. “…fine.” She finished.
“Don’t let us keep you up,” George commented, standing.
“No, I’m fine,” She looked to Keith. “What were you saying again?”
“I wasn’t.” Keith smiled sympathetically.
“I was.” Paul said, then he too smiled. “Get some sleep Bianca.”
“That’s an order.” Sharon finished.
They began to file out the door, leaving Ryan last.
“Don’t leave?” She asked him, snatching his hand as he walked by. “I…” she looked up with watery eyes. “I just don’t want to miss anything.”
“Don’t worry,” Ryan smiled down at her as she relaxed a little bit. “What if I promise not to do anything interesting while you’re asleep?”
Her eyes dropped as she laid her head on the pillow. “Impossible,” with that her eyes shut and her breathing evened.
“Ryan,” George called over from the doorway.
Unclasping her hand from his own, he made his way over to him.
“What?” He asked, glancing back at the slumbering Bianca.
“Ryan, just don’t…” He gave a heavy sigh. “Just don’t get too attached. For your own good.” He turned and walked down the hall.
Shaking his head, Ryan walked back into the room. Noticing Keith’s abandoned guitar, he scooped it up and began to play.
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The rain stung her skin from where she stood in the open. All Bianca could see were the opaque skies, sunlight just barely filtering through. Thunder blasted its way through the air.
It was perfect.
Lightning flashed right next to her, plummeting to the ground.
That was when Bianca made the mistake of looking down.
Below her was the green earth, tiny houses lined up along side each other, trees blowing, and the sea churning with the wind.
She gasped and stepped back, her bare feet stumbling on whatever soft thing she was standing on. Glancing down she saw her feet enveloped in something wispy and grey.
A cloud.
She was on a cloud.
Covering her mouth in shock she edged back to the side and stared at the ground. Suddenly everything flew up at her at once. Bianca stumbled but kept her gaze downward.
She could see a room filled with people. She saw her parents, her father with his arm around her sobbing mother. The rest of her family was there, all with mournful expressions.
The truth dawned on slowly; she was dead.
“Mom.” She cried reaching out to her, only to have her mother disappear along with the rest of the room. “Mom!” Even though she didn’t know where she was, she tried to run to her. “Dad!” She threw herself onto her knees.
The rain had never felt so unfeeling before. After a moment she felt warmth embrace her. She turned and saw Ryan with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. “Ryan?” he smiled sadly and turned her towards him, bringing her head close to his heart.
Then he was gone.
“Ryan!” she screamed. “Come back!” the rain stopped and the sky became black, the cloud under her knees was no longer soft and soothing, but felt hard as stone. “Don’t leave!” sobs wracked her frame as she collapsed.
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“Bianca!” Ryan shook her. “Bianca, wake up!”
She shot up panting and sobbing.
“Bianca, calm down,” he soothed. “It was just a nightmare.”
“Ryan?” she asked. He smiled down at her in return.
It was too similar.
She threw her arms around him and pulled him as close as she possibly could. “Don’t leave!” she held her face to his shoulder. “Please,” she whispered, tears flowing freely. “Just don’t leave.”
Dazed and confused he stroked the distraught girl’s hair. “I won’t” he murmured. “I promise.” ---
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2010 21:22:09 GMT -5
Ryan held Bianca, trying to soothe her as she cried. She began to gush her fears out to him, thankful to have someone who would just listen. “I’m sorry.” She said once they subsided. “I guess I just…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ryan still had his arm around her. “I’ll listen anytime you need me to.”
“You don’t know what you’ve just gotten yourself into.” She sniffed and looked up with a slight smile. “I talk a lot.”
“I’m sure I can manage.” He laughed.
With two abrupt knocks Sharon entered the room. “Look outside you two.” She said excitedly.
Keith bolted past her and threw the curtains open. “The SUN!” he bellowed throwing his arms out with a huge grin.
“The planes leaving in about an hour. We’ll need to leave in a few minuets.”
“But what about her parents?” Ryan asked, concerned. “Shouldn’t we wait for them to get here?”
“We don’t really have time Ryan.” Sharon frowned.
He looked back to Bianca. “I’ll be right back,” he assured her.
“Oh…okay.” She released her hold around him, looking away and blushing furiously.
Once they were out in the hall, he turned to her. “We can’t leave her here alone.” He snapped.
“Well, we don’t have much a choice, now do we Ryan?” Sharon glared back at him. “Look,” She calmed, sighing. “I don’t want to leave her alone either, but there’s only one flight out today, and her parents will be here soon enough.”
“No, you don’t understand,” Ryan looked at her, his eyes pleading. “I promised her I wouldn’t leave her alone.”
“She won’t be for long. Besides, were would you stay tonight? I don’t think the hospital will let you room here.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’ll stay in a hotel or something. Please, Sharon,” Ryan begged. “Being out here right now is breaking my promise to her.”
She dropped her head into her hand for a moment. “Go.” She said with a sigh.
“Thank you.” He gave a brief hug and kissed the top of her head.
“Go BEFORE I change my mind.” She laughed.
As soon as he was back in the room he sat next to Bianca. As if there were some unspoken agreement, the second he was settled their hands were intertwined.
“C’mon,” Sharon called from the hall. “We’re heading out.” She glanced at Bianca and gave a quick wave. “Goodbye dear, it was wonderful to meet you.”
After a few short goodbyes the rest of the men filtered out of the room.
“Well, uh…goodbye then, I guess.” Bianca said to Ryan.
“I promised you I wouldn’t leave you alone.” He said. “I’m not leaving yet.”
“But…but what about your flight?”
“They’ll be others.”
“No! I don’t want to cause any trouble for you.”
“No trouble at all.”
“Thank you.” She whispered.
He pulled her into an embrace. “No thanks necessary.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2010 15:29:21 GMT -5
“Oh Bianca! Oh darling, I’m sorry!” Bianca’s mother crashed down over her, holding her as tightly as possible.
“Hi, Mom.” She said stroking her mother’s head.
“I won’t leave you again! I’m so sorry!”
Bianca smiled and greeted her father as he walked over to her. “Hi Daddy,”
“Hey,” her father then noticed the dark figure lurking in the shadows. “Who’s that?” his voice sounded menacing.
Ryan stepped forward, suddenly very nervous. “Uh, hello sir, I’m…I’m Ryan Kelly.”
“Oh my!” her mother shot up and hugged the man. “It’s so good to meet you! Where’s everyone else, though?”
“They all had to leave, so I just…”
“He stayed behind with me, Mom,” Bianca said.
“Oh!” She hugged him even tighter. “That’s so wonderful of you!” she started sniffling.
“Mom,” Bianca complained.
“What?” Her mother looked up and wiped away her tears. “It is.” She let go of him. “I always knew you were a good person. It’s in the eyes, you know.”
“Mom!”
Her mother’s mind immediately switched tracks. “Oh, Bianca!” She ran from Ryan over to her daughter. “Look, I promise, PROMISE, we will fly out to New York the second we get you out of here. Darling,” She indicated to her husband. “Go talk to the nurse, I want her out of here as soon as possible.”
Her father began to leave, “Mr. Kelly,” he said just before walking out. “Thank you for staying with my daughter.” He glared at him. “You may go now.”
“But Daddy,” Bianca called after him. “Ryan doesn’t have anywhere to go.”
“What?!” Both her parents cried.
“I told you,” she began. “He stayed behind with me. They don’t have another flight out to Ireland for a while.”
“Well then, you can stay with us!” Bianca’s mother said excitedly.
“Elizabeth…” her father called over to her. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Her mother stood and walked to the other side of the room.
“That’s right,” Bianca sneered sarcastically. “Taking advantage of the bed ridden.” She laughed.
Her parents huddled in a corner. “Have you forgotten that we’re flying out to New York tomorrow?” Evan Taylor’s temper was rising.
“Oh…” her mother nodded. “Well, I don’t see any reason why he can’t stay at the house until he gets a flight out.”
“We barely know him!” Evan rested his head in his hand. “And I don’t like him. There’s something about him.”
“Excuse me,” Ryan came up to the couple. “Sir…I know you won’t want to hear this, but…but I made a promise.”
Her father’s eyes went wide. “What sort of promise?” He asked through clenched teeth.
“A promise that I wouldn’t leave.”
“What do you mean?” Her father nearly exploded.
“What I mean is sir, I’m not going to leave until she wants me to.”
“WHAT?! You can’t mean that--”
“Evan,” His wife laid a hand on his shoulder. “Evan, come over here. Ryan, you go back and talk to Bianca.” She gave her husband a meaningful look. “We’ll be back in a minuet.”
Stopping just outside the door her husband nearly started yelling. “You can’t seriously be--”
“Evan,” she interrupted. “Look at her. Look at your daughter.” She opened the door a crack to let him see.
Bianca was laughing about something, Ryan also bent in half due to something one of them had said, huge smiles across both of their faces. “She has color again Evan.” She closed the door silently. “She’s smiling. Don’t you dare be the person who takes that away from her.” She glared at him. “This is the first time she’s acted happy since…since I don’t know when! Don’t spoil this for her.”
“But--”
“Evan Taylor, you make him leave, and I swear to you, you will regret it.”
He contemplated everything for a minuet, shocked by his wife’s change in demeanor. “Fine. He can come, but only if he pays his own way.”
“Good.” Elizabeth walked back into the room, the very essence of happiness. “Good news!” she cried
Evan shook his head. He would never understand women.
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For anyone who does not know the musical Wicked, this may be a bit confuzifying, so I have some links that might be helpful down at the bottom of the post. You might want to look at them first. ---- Soon the four were in New York City, the group preparing to go see a Broadway spectacle, one of the same Ryan had read off Bianca’s list. As they walked to the grand theater, just as when they were in the hospital, Ryan and Bianca were linked by the hand, never once leaving the other’s side. “Can you believe it?” she asked as they sat down. “I mean look at the stage! The curtains haven’t even opened and it looks extravagant!” He nodded in agreement. “Oh…” she sighed in contentment. “I love ‘Wicked,’” The show began, and a spectacle it was, though as the time wore on, Ryan found himself more looking at Bianca’s excited face, her eyes huge at everything. Just before intermission the climax surfaced with the lead actress shooting up into the air as she sang the last notes. Glancing down to see her reaction, Ryan saw Bianca was silently crying, the stage lights illuminating every tear. Once the audience was finished clapping and intermission began, Bianca shot from her seat. “I have to go.” She said, tearing out of the isle. Elizabeth looked off worriedly after her daughter. “Don’t worry,” Ryan told her mother. “I’ll go find her.” After searching high and low he found Bianca in a secluded area, furiously wiping away her tears. He came up beside her, placing an arm around her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “It’s noth--” she looked up at him and gave a heavy sigh. “I suppose it’s really no use telling you that now is it.” She shook her head. “Well?” He asked pulling her closer. “It’s…it’s just that that was supposed to be me one day.” “What was?” “Me up there…on the stage, acting and singing.” She wiped another tear away. “I suppose even if I weren’t…even if THIS wasn’t going on, it never would have happened anyway. I never would have gotten on the stage. But now…well now it will never happen.” She broke off with a sob. “I’m barely living long enough to see Broadway, let alone be on it.” He continued to hold her tightly, cooing comforting words into her ear. After a moment she pulled away from him. “We’d better go. The show won’t wait without us.” She gave him a half hearted smile before grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Watching the rest of the show seemed to lighten her mood, even making her smile sometimes. When the final curtain raised, Ryan was struck with an idea. The bows swiftly passed, and soon the group began to gather their things. “Wait,” Ryan stopped them. “Bianca, I need you o wait just a minute, okay?” He was beaming. She smiled back at him, confused. “O…kay?” She answered laughing. After he darted off, Evan began fidgeting, glaring behind him all the while. “It’s getting late.” He said gruffly. “Ryan hasn’t even been gone five minutes.” His wife reprimanded. “It’s still getting late.” He looked away, irritated. “Bianca!” They suddenly heard Ryan cry as he ran up to her. “Bianca, you’ve got to come with me.” His smile was even brighter than before. “Alright.” She was still confused. “I’m coming.” Ryan slowly brought her through the doors backstage. “Ryan,” She pulled her hand back. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here.” “Don’t worry about it.” He said. “We’re fine, don’t worry. Just trust me.” They continued on until they stood in from of a huge piece of machinery surrounded by people, with one woman in front. “Hello!” The woman came up and began shaking her hand profusely. “You must be Bianca, it’s so wonderful to meet you.” “Uh…it’s, um, wonderful to meet you too.” She looked to Ryan for help, but was met only with a mischievous grin. “What have you schemed?” “Nothing too much.” He answered. “Bianca I would like you to meet…well for lack of a better name, The Wicked Witch of the West.” Bianca stared at him openmouthed, hen back at the smiling woman in front of her. “You’re Elphaba?” She asked amazed. “At your service.” She curtsied. “Now,” she began, linking arms with her. “you have got one heck of a boyfriend.” “I do?” “Yes indeed.” Se began leading her to the huge piece of machinery. “He cam back here and told us…told us of your…predicament.” All the people who had been standing around before were now bustling everywhere, one of which was opening a small loop in front of the machine. “And he told us how much you wanted to fly.” Her smile broadened as she gently pushed her into the loop they had just opened. “This is the lift isn’t it?” Bianca was shaking with excitement. “The lift for Defying Gravity.” “Yes, it is. And you’re going to fly.” ------ Here's the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOEO0wevk8gHere's how the lift works:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g4ekwTd6Ig
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I cried during this one. I hope you all like it, it's been one of my favorite scenes to write. And before you all start, I suggest listening to Celtic Woman's rendition of Fields of Gold
--- The actress handed Bianca the legendary prop. “Don’t forget your broom.” She said smiling.
Bianca stood in stunned silence as the loop clasped around her waist. “I can’t believe this.” She looked to the actress. “Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Don’t thank me.” She patted Ryan on the back. “This was all his idea.”
Suddenly Bianca felt the air whirl past her as the ground zipped away. She watched as everyone grew so much smaller, going farther and farther away. “Oh my,” Too soon the flight was over and she was hovering at the top of the stage. “It’s so high!” She cried. “This is amazing.” Once again, tears brimmed over to her cheeks. “A dream come true.” She croaked out.
“alright dear, we’ve got to bring you down now,” one of the stagehands said.
“Fine,” She sniffed, wiping her tears away for whet seemed the hundredth time that night.
“You know, you cry a lot.” Ryan joked as she was released.
Bianca came over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s difficult not to, with you around that is.”
They walked outside, hands clasped and swinging beside them. Bianca suddenly stopped. “Ryan, there’s something I really need to talk to you about.” She began.
“I need to say something to you too.” He said.
“Ryan, I…I think it’s time you headed back to Ireland.” She stared doen at her feet, fighting back a new wave of tears.
“Wh…what?”
“You have to go back.” Her head still hung. “You’ve have done so much for me Ryan. You really truly have but…but there’s nothing that I can ever do for you.” Bianca sniffed. “I’ll never forget what you did for me tonight. Tonight and back at the hospital. I’m so grateful that I met you.” She turned and began to walk away.
“Bianca, wait!” Ryan grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. She still wouldn’t look up at him. “Please, Bianca, listen to me.”
He slowly lifted her chin, looking into her sad eyes, filled with unshed tears. “Bianca, when I met you, I never would have thought I find someone so full of life, so filled with love.”
She sobbed, her unshed tears journeying down her face. “I love you.” He said, reaching up and caressing her cheek, wiping her sorrows away. “And I can’t leave you now. I won’t.”
She fell to her knees and cried into her hands. “I was so scared!” Ryan knelt in front of her, one hand on her arm. “I was so scared you would leave…so scared I’d never see you again.”
“Then why did you send me away?” Ryan asked, pulling her hands from her face to look at her.
“Because I love you.” She shook her head. “I can’t give you anything. I’ll be gone before I ever could.”
“Bianca, stop. Don’t say that. Please, just don’t….” He gazed at her, her eyes boring right back at him. “Just…” he began to close the space between them. “Don’t.” he finished just as their lips met, a meeting neither one ever wanted to end.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2010 16:24:56 GMT -5
A week passed without incident, Ryan and Bianca spending every moment together, falling more in love with each passing second. “I love you,” she reminded him as they walked along the sidewalk. “So you’ve told me,” he grinned. “It’s true.” She gave a dejected sniffle. “Don’t you love me too?” her eyes had a playful gleam. Ryan stopped to face her. “I think you already know the answer to that.” He nuzzled her nose. “Well,” she cracked a sly smile. “It’s always nice to be reminded.” He kissed her, right there in the middle of the crowded walkway, not caring who could see. Bianca pulled back. “That definitely reminded me.” The one thing that did have Ryan concerned was Bianca’s sudden loss in weight, she seemed even more frail as the time wore on, dark circles appearing under her bright eyes. “You need to eat something.” He reprimanded. “I’m not all that hungry.” She glanced disdainfully at the passing food vendors. “In fact, I feel a little sick right now.” “Are you alright?” He flew to her side, concern etched into his features. “Yeah,” she waved her hand as if to brush it off. “Just a little stomach ache.” “Okay,” he nodded. “Do you want to keep walking?” “Uh…actually, no. I think we should get back the hotel.” “Okay,” he said. “I’ll go get a cab.” He rushed off, leaving Bianca to lean against a nearby post. A sudden pain burst through her. “Ryan!” she called, her breath whooshing out of her as she bent in half. “Bianca!” he ran back to her, one hand supporting her. “I…” she gasped for air. “I can’t…breathe…” A small crowd formed around the couple. “Someone, help!” Ryan yelled at them. A murmur rose through them, someone yanking out a cell phone, someone else saying to call nine-one-one. “Bianca…” she looked up with distant eyes, only to collapse into his arms. “Someone help!” he cried again. “Move!” he heard someone cry as a blonde head burst forward. “Keith?” Ryan was shocked. “What’re you doing here?” “I, uh…I’m here for the surf!” He said as he propped Bianca’s head up. Keith looked around almost frantically. “Drat! Where’d the ocean go?” “Keith, now is not the time!” --- Yes Keith, show us how to surf in the middle of Time Square.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2010 10:02:24 GMT -5
I am on a ROLL!!! ---
Bianca lay on the hospital bed, tossing and turning in a fitful sleep.
Ryan watched on from the corner, fitful in his own way, getting up and pacing the room over and over again. Bianca’s parents sat together on the couch, Elizabeth’s husband smoothing his hand over her back. “She’ll be fine,” She muttered, mostly to convince herself.
As the doctor walked in, every person jumped to greet him, all asking questions at once. He held out his hand to silence them. “She seems fine,” he began. Bianca’s mother let out a sob of relief. “…for now.” The doctor finished, looking at them sadly. “We’ll need to run a few more tests.”
Evan stood abruptly. “Haven’t tested her enough?!”
“Sir, we think there may be new developments…”
“New developments?!” her mother cried. “What do you mean?!”
“We’ll find out as soon as we test her. It may be nothing.”
“How long will you be testing on her?” Ryan asked.
“You all are going to have to wait an hour or two. She won’t be ready for visitors for a little while after the tests”
“These tests…” Evan began.
“Are they putting her in any danger?” Ryan interrupted, worry evident on both men’s faces.
“They pose little threat as compared us doing nothing.” He looked down at his slumbering patient before backing out of the room and walking away.
“Ryan,” Keith said placing a hand on his shoulder.
“What?”
“While you’re waiting, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Wait a minute.” As her parents filed out the room, Ryan came up to Bianca. “You’ll be fine.” He said, brushing a strand of her hair back. “I promise you’ll be fine.” With one final kiss on the forehead he left with Keith.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2010 21:49:02 GMT -5
“Why are you even here?” Ryan asked as they exited the hospital.
“Well…”
“And don’t you dare try to tell me it was for the surf.”
“Uh…y’see…Sharon was worried about you.”
“She sent you?! You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Sharon didn’t send me!” Keith confirmed. “Paul, George, and Damian did.”
“Why?”
Keith smacked Ryan up-side the head. “They’re worried about you, dim-whit! Well, Paul and George are. Damian missed Bianca and wanted to know what was going on.”
“Then you can tell them that I’m fine,” Ryan spat. “Bianca however is not. I’m not coming back yet.”
“They’re just worried about ya mate. They don’t want you to--”
“Get hurt?” He near snarled. “If I leave now, I will get hurt. Trust me,” he looked away, his mind clouded again. “More than you know.”
“You love her, don’t you?” Keith leaned against the wall.
“Yeah.” Ryan almost whispered.
“Then it really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks,” He suddenly smirked. “Well, anyone but me.”
Ryan chuckled half heartedly. “And what do you think?” He sounded sarcastic.
“Me?” Keith asked. “I think you should go for it. You love her, right?”
A realization hit Ryan then, slowly bubbling up inside him. “You’re right Keith.” He stood. “I love her.”
Keith rolled his eyes at the love-sick man. “So ya said mate.”
“I love her Keith. Why didn’t I think of it sooner?”
“Think of wh—ack!” Ryan was tugging him along.
“C’mon Keith. You have to help me.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2010 14:50:35 GMT -5
Bianca stirred, her vision clearing. “Ryan?” she asked as his face slowly appeared before her. “Hey,” He smoothed her hair back. She glanced around the stark white room. “I’m in a hospital, right?” she smiled bitterly. “You passed out while we were walking,” he explained. “I’m sorry,” Bianca apologized. “I’m being nothing but a bother,” “Bianca, trust me,” he clasped her hand. “You are the farthest thing from a bother.” She looked away sadly to stare out the window. “It’s raining.” She said simply. “It always seems to when you’re in the hospital. Apparently something out there doesn’t like when you’re sick.” “No,” she gazed on at the downpour happily. “I think it’s trying to console me.” “Bianca, I…” She tore her eyes from the sheeting rain. “Yes?” “I…I don’t want to lose anymore time with you,” “Ryan, stop it.” She bit her lip. “Not now, please. I don’t want to talk about it.” “No, just listen,” He smiled. “Trust me.” His grin was infectious, and soon she too had one dancing across her face. “Bianca, I love you…and I know you love me too.” “Of course I do,” once again, her frown returned. “Let me finish,” he stroked her cheek. “I love you Bianca Taylor.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver band. “Marry me.” --- comments make updates come faster.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2010 15:43:36 GMT -5
Woah...where'd my comments go?!
I know I had a few for the last update...oh well. Because you all commented, here's TERMINAL! One day ahead of schedule.
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“Me?” Bianca asked astonished, new tears prickling in her eyes.
“Yes, you.” He pulled her close. “I love you.”
“Ryan, I…I…”
“Don’t start that Bianca.” He leaned his forehead against her own. “I don’t care.”
“Ryan…” She could only stare on as he slipped the band onto her finger. “You don’t…”
“Let me be the happiest man I’ve ever known, Bianca. You’re the only way I can be that. As long as you’re mine”
Trying her best to keep her tears at bay, she nodded as hard as she could. “I never th—thought anyone w-would ever want…want me.”
“I’ll never want anyone else.” He kissed away her tears. “You have my word. We’ll do whatever you want for the wedding,” he began, a huge smile gracing his face. “We can have it in Florida, we’ll have in Ireland, heck, we can have it in Spain!” he kissed her again before continuing. “It can be huge, we’ll invite everyone, have a banquet--”
Bianca pressed her fingers to his lips. “Ryan, stop. I don’t want any of that.”
His face dropped. “Oh…well then what do you want?” His grin returned. “Anything you want.”
“What I want most of all…is you…just you. I don’t want a big, fancy wedding. I just want to marry you. I don’t need the dress, I don’t need the food…I just want to marry you. Right here even.” She laughed. “It’s even white for the ceremony.”
“Maybe not at the hospital,” he joined in her laughter.
“Fine then,” she giggled. “Have it your way.”
~*~
The very next day Bianca and Ryan walked to the courthouse, her parents and Keith trailing behind, giving the couple their space.
As they approached the imposing building, he turned to her, a serious look on his face. “Are you sure you want this?” After a minute he choked out. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She beamed. “To both. Forever and for always.”
Their lips met again. After pulling away Ryan walked over to the tree sprouting in the courthouse garden and picked a bud from its branch. A magnolia. “It’s not a rose, but…” He stuck it behind her ear.
She raised herself to kiss him again. “It’s better.”
Keith scurried up, grabbing Ryan’s arm and pulling him up the stairs. “C’mon lover boy.”
“But, I--” He looked back at Bianca.
“This may not be a real wedding, but if you don’t let Evan walk her down the aisle…or stairs in this case, he’ll kill ya dead.”
“But what about--”
“And I am the best man who has restrain you from chasing after the bride when she starts down the aisle…or keep you from running out on your wedding.” He rolled his eyes. “Though I get the feeling we won’t have an issue with that last one.”
Back at the foot of the stairs, Evan came up and linked arms with his daughter. “Hi Daddy,” She greeted, stretching up to kiss his nose.
He kissed the top of her head. “Shall we?”
She hugged her father. “We shall.”
Simple as the ceremony was, Bianca had never felt such happiness before in her life.
The judge smiled at the couple, so obviously in love. As the paperwork was finally finished, he looked to them, unable to hold back his smile. “Till death do you part.” He said.
‘Till death do you part.’
The words rang through Bianca’s body, seeming to break everything inside her.
After the judge walked off, Ryan hugged her close. “He said till death do us part.” She whispered.
“Not even death will part us.” He comforted her. “We were meant to find each other. We’ll always be together Bianca, no matter what anyone else says.” He wiped her cheek.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
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Bianca woke the next morning, quite possibly the happiest woman in the world.
Or she would have been if the phone weren’t obnoxiously ringing out in the other room.
She got up and stalked out to answer it, glaring at it the whole while. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Dr. Fuller. We have the results back from Bianca Taylor’s test.”
As the doctor continued the update, Bianca’s face went pale.
“We’re very sorry.” He finished. “There’s nothing we can do.”
She dropped the phone and crashed to the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2010 21:02:15 GMT -5
Ryan emerged from the room after rising. “Bianca?” He called. Hearing only silence in return, he began to run to the main room. “Bianca?” He called again.
“I’m here.” She said from by the window. She was pacing back and forth, tears fresh on her face.
“What’s the matter?”
“I can’t believe I’ve done this,” Bianca shook her head rapidly, her voice beginning to be taken over by sobs. “I’ve been so selfish, so stupid!”
Ryan embraced her, trying to soothe her in any way he could. “What’s wrong?” he asked again.
She ripped herself away. “We have to reverse this somehow.” She spun and continued to pace.
“Reverse it? Bianca, slow down. Reverse what?”
“Reverse THIS!” se cried, her sobs barely allowing her to get out a word. “We can go back to the courthouse, get in annulled, convince them it was some sort of drunken mista--” Ryan stopped her rambling with a kiss, and could feel her melt in his arms.
“I told you before,” he said. “I love you. I don’t want to lose a second more with you.”
Tears steamed down either of her cheeks. “You don’t understand! Th-the tests came back a-and--” He interrupted her with another kiss.
“I don’t care. I don’t.” He pulled closer. “I want to be with you as long as I possibly can.”
“Not me Ryan…” She shook her head. “Don’t waste your time with me…”
“Just let me make you happy. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. We’ll go to Ireland. We’ll go tomorrow if you want.”
“Ryan, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…I’m not going to be here much longer. The tests…”
“I told you before, I don’t care what the tests said. Just let me be with you however long we have.”
“You’re too good for me,” Bianca said with a watery smile.
“No,” he disagreed. “I’m just right.” They sealed the agreement with one more kiss. --
Just two parts left....
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