A Familiar Face

Chapter 1

6 Year old Violet said with excitement ringing in her voice, "Mama, can I marry Wesley some day?" " I love him Mama, and I think he loves me too!"
" Oh please, Violet! Don't be silly!" Violet's 13 year old sister ,Delilah, harshly replied, " Wesley loves Genevieve! Why the both of them are probably together right now! Plus, he is nearly 20 years older than you!"
" Oh come now Delilah, the child can dream", Their mother Mrs. Whitmore said trying to hold back a smile. "I'm sure you will each find you're perfect man when the time is right."
"Well I hope That my perfect man will be Wesley!" Little Violet added.
" And I hope that my perfect man won't be twice my age!" Violet said ending the subject. But what she didn't know was that she may just have to eat her words some day....

Meanwhile Wesley and Genevieve were having the time of their lives chasing each other across the meadows on their horses. "Perfect! I'm going to lead her to the perfect spot for the engagement, and then propose.... oh, but what am I going to say!" Wesley thought to himself as he was being chased by Genevieve. Suddenly Genevieve's horse got spooked from a snake and threw her. When Wesley realized, he jumped off of his horse and ran. "Genevieve!, Genevieve!!" Wesley shouted as he rushed to her side. When he got to her, he noticed she had fallen head onto a rock and she wasn't responding to anything he did. Wesley carefully lifted her onto his horse and rode as quickly as he could to Genevieve's home. As he rode he tried to keep himself from thinking the worst. "What if she doesn't wake up? What if she...no! I'm better than this... she is going to be alright!" Wesley kept repeating to himself as he stared into Genevieve's beautiful, motionless face.

"Mrs. Whitmore!, Mrs. Whitmore!" Wesley shouted as he carried Genevieve in and laid her on the bed in her room.
"Wesley?" "Oh! Genevieve!" Shouted Mrs. Whitmore as soon as she saw her poor daughter lying still on the bed. "What happened?" She asked Wesley as she rushed to the bed side.
"Her horse threw her and she hit her head badly." He replied never looking away from his beloved Genevieve.
"I'll call Doctor Preston right away." Mother said as she rushed to the desk where the phone lay.

"I came as soon as I got your message." The doctor said as Mrs. Whitmore led him quickly to the bedroom. "I'll have to examine Genevieve." He said putting his hand on Wesley's shoulder.
"Of course doctor," Mrs. Whitmore said leaving the room. When she saw that Wesley wasn't coming out too, she went and knelt by Wesley, and whispered into his ear, "She will be fine, the doctor is going to look after her. He can do his work faster if we come outside and wait." Wesley slowly stood up, with no expressions on his face. He quietly walked out never turning his back to his Genevieve.

When the doctor finished the examination, he came out and shut the door behind him. "Mrs. Whitmore, may I speak with you?" He said the fear clearly showing in his eyes.
"Yes?" She replied with worry in her voice.
"Outside," He made himself clear. Mother stood and went outside with the doctor.
" Is she going to...to be alright?" Mother said as soon as the doctor shut the door to the house.
"She took a terrible hit in the head. If she does happen to awaken, she my not remember anything." The doctor said trying to not worry Mrs. Whitmore too much, yet not lie to her.
Mother quickly replied trying to control her emotions, "You mean... she may never wake up?"