Authors' Notes: Hey, this is my newest story. It shouldn't be as long as my other stories, but I'm not sure. It is somewhat different from what I usually write, but in the same aspect it is quite similar. I guess only I get it, but maybe you'll see the difference . . . well if you've read anything else I've ever written. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: YGO isn't mine.
A bright white light flashed around her as her body fell forward into what she considered an oblivion of some sort. Pain traveled through her in such a way that she thought she was dying at that very moment.
Everything seemed to become quieter . . . and distant. She tried to reach for something . . . anything . . . but got nothing. She tried to scream or cry . . . but nothing came out of her mouth. She saw flashing lights coming through the darkness . . . and the only thing she could think of was 'help me'.
She didn't know if they would . . . if they could . . . in fact . . . a feeling from within her told her she was dying.
Literally . . . meaningless images from her life flashed before her eyes . . . it was if she was watching someone else's life.
She somewhat wished she did.
The last thing that Mai Valentine did before giving into the pain . . . was let one single tear drop fall from her eye. She could feel it roll down her face as she laid on the pavement.
Then the lights went out and everything finally became dark.
Suddenly, and to her surprise, she heard many beeping noises surrounding her and mumbled whispers approached her ears. She didn't know what any of it meant, but she could tell that she was lying down. Something felt firm against her back and her fingers drummed against the bedside, making gasping sounds echo through the room.
And she was in pain . . . a lot of pain.
She took a deep breath and was greeted with absolute silence and several men and women in white suits staring at her. Using whatever strength she possessed, she forcefully pushed her eyelids open to examine where exactly she was.
Her eyes opened and closed a few more times before they adjusted to the dull fluorescent lights that seemed to be around the room.
"Miss . . . miss . . . can you say anything?" one of the men asked in a very gentle voice. He was talking to her as if she was four and it annoyed her.
"We thought that you wouldn't wake up." the man continued. Instead of answering, she just glanced around the room again. She opened her mouth for a second, just to regain the use of the muscle, before responding.
"What happened?" she asked. Her voice was raspy and harsh sounding to her own ears. In her own opinion it was rather unpleasant.
"You were in a car accident . . . it was awful really . . . we didn't think you'd pull through. You were in a very deep coma." he explained. She blinked again, unable to nod in agreement.
"Who are you?" was her next question. The man, who was kneeling, now stood up and addressed himself as the world renowned Dr. Richard Lawrence.
She studied him for a quick moment, noticing the rugged handsomeness of the man. She then again opened her mouth to speak, as it was becoming easier with every time.
"And who am I?"
