Hello again! First of all I want to thank everyone who favorited, followed, and also reviewed my first story. It was so encouraging reading those. This will be my second fanfic and I'm just jumping right in with chapters and a couple OCs. Considering that these are my first OCs, along with this first chapter being OC centered, hopefully you aren't put off, expecting Peabs and Sherm. But don't worry, they appear in the next chapter. Also, being that they're my first OCs, don't expect too much in the way of character development for them. Since I don't have any other ideas ATM, I will be able to focus solely on this story, so that's a good thing I suppose. If I got anything factually wrong in this chapter please forgive me, I didn't do much research. I feel more comfortable writing for Peabody and Sherman than OCs. ANYWAYS, without further ado, I present the first chapter of "Ransomed Memories"….
Beep… beep… beep…. The sound of a heart rate monitor filled Martin Thomas' ears as he sat by his wife Ellie's bedside in a hospital in New York City. Ellie had recently been diagnosed with cancer, lung cancer. It was only a matter of time before she would be gone, it had spread too far, too long. They hadn't caught it in time. She was too far gone and would be dead in a matter of hours.
"Caught it in time….." Martin hated time, there were a couple moments in his life where he had wished time would just stop, and their wedding day was one. They had met at the same college, The State University of New York, where they were both business majors and the same age. She was also studying Mandarin Chinese and him Spanish. They discovered that they liked the same things, travelling, the same foods, and they fell in love and got married right after they graduated at 25 years old. They decided to not have any kids, and he became a successful businessman and started travelling the world. Since she loved travelling too she came with him whenever he would go. They both loved seeing new places, trying new foods, and meeting new people. They say opposites attract but in this case that was the complete opposite. For five years they were happy travelling the world. Until one week ago, when she was diagnosed with Adenocarcinomas, a type of lung cancer. He barely any time to go through the stages of anticipatory grief when the doctors told him she had a week to live. She was 30, how can she die now? He felt it wasn't fair, she was so full of life. She was the life of the party wherever they went, and she could easily connect with anyone they met. Well, time wasn't going to stop anytime soon….
"Martin"
He was jolted out of his thoughts 'Hmm?"
She raised a hand to his head to stroke his red hair.
"I want you to know I love you"
He smiled and laughed slightly "You always tell me that, but I love you too" his countenance fell again.
"I know, I just like saying it. Can you do one last thing for me?"
"Anything" He said.
"Please don't give in to hate and bitterness because I'm gone. I know it's clichéd but it's happened way too many times on movies. It will be easy to do that but, if you need to, find someone to make you happy… you need to exercise your feelings too… The heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly and she started shaking and struggling to breathe "Ellie?" Martin slammed the button for the nurse. "We need a nurse in here!" he yelled.
The doctor rushed in and said "There's nothing else I can do. Do you want her to suffer or pass peacefully?"
"Peacefully of course" he replied.
The doctor nodded and moved to her bedside and injected her with a drug.
"She only has a few moments left….I'd make the most of them" the doctor said.
He focused on her eyes, the color of fire. He was already crying. "Ellie, I love you"
"I love you too…." She closed her eyes and let out one last breath. The monitor flat lined. She was gone. Martin laid his head on her bedside and let the tears fall. The doctor quietly left Martin to his grieving.
Martin was vaguely aware of a hand shaking him. He looked up to see one of the nurses looking at him. "mmm, wha…"
"Sir, you fell asleep"
"Oh, how long has it been?"
She gestured to the window "About 8 hours" He could see that it was dark outside.
"I'm so sorry for your loss" she said.
"Thank you" He replied and got up without looking at the body on the bed. He left the room quietly and walked through the halls as if in a stupor. He only remembered the next few days vaguely and passing by in a blur. He got home, remembered calling the funeral home making arrangements and setting a funeral and visitation date. Most of the rest of his time was spent thinking, crying, and more thinking. Mainly about his memories with her.
The date of the funeral came and he was vaguely aware of going to the church. He was unable to stand up and say anything so most of Ellie's family and friends got up and said a couple words.
It was finally over and the widow returned home, the house feeling completely empty and feeling like it was sucking the air out of him. He had loved her so much he now felt like a part of him was gone. If only he had a time machine…
If this felt rushed, I'm sorry, it's probably because it was, but this is the "stage" if you will, for the whole story. I didn't like writing this chapter and feel like I could do better and I promise the next ones will get better. But hopefully you're intrigued.
