Dear Loves,
This isn't an chapter, unfortunately. It's actually a plea for help.
I've got what I want to write in my head but I'm having a little trouble with the evil curse of writer's block.
So, I had to write as a plea for help. I realize that my characters aren't the same as they are depicted in the movies, but there is a reason why I decided to write in this canon, and it is a fanfiction so I guess it's fair to take some liberties. I love this series of movies (but I haven't seen Fast Five yet... don't hate me... *cringes*) I guess I'm trying to justify my story. I don't like having to defend it but I will because that's just it, it's my story, and even though the characters aren't mine I think its fair to take some liberties with them, because if I didn't then it would just be another rehashing of the movies.
Desirae is indeed terminally ill, but she doesn't not have to be an in-patient because she is on a serious pill regiment. She does see her doctor regularly and while I do have some experience with this type of thing I am by no means a doctor, and I'm not honestly trying to offend anyone when I say that this is a fanfiction so it's not going to be accurate. Also, not everyone with a terminal illness looks like "death warmed over" as someone pointed out, sometimes they are just normal looking people who you wouldn't know are sick. That's the point I'm trying to make. A person doesn't always look ill, and Desirae is one of those people. I guess it all depends on their method of treatment.
So guess where I'm going with this note is to ask for some help, a beta, or even just a plain old reader who thinks they can help me out. Either way I would appreciate it, and please be patient with my updates or lack there of, I've hit a wall, but I'm working through it as quickly as I can.
Thanks a million, and you can shoot me a PM if you think you can help me out.
Yours, FireFlyFlicker