Hello there! I'm starting a new fic, so I hope you like it!

This was inspired by me reading the newest chapter of 'Of Love and Faith' By Kuruk. So, this story goes out to you! I wouldn't have thought this without you! Kudos to you!

Chapter One: Farina


Such a simple four letter word can bring about so many emotions. To some it means happy memories and passing notes in class. Others remember it as bringing only heartbreak and those poor souls become the 'Modern Scrooges'. And some feel that their fine with the love you have with friends and family.

But not all stories of love end with happily ever after with a carriage ride to the castle and a cherry on top.

Let's begin, shall we?

Tim Smith was the only doctor of Mineral Town, well, he had Elli, but you could say he was a tad sexist and therefore didn't think of her as a doctor.

Anyone who even considers him or herself a doctor has heard of Dr. Hardy, and Tim most certainly has. This is why when the opportunity arose to study under such a legend, Tim leapt at the chance and was accepted as his intern.

"You think you can handle things while I'm gone, Elli?" He inquired the young frilly nurse, who nodded her head.

"I can handle things for… three seasons, is it?" She asked. His confidence in her competence dropped quickly and he sighed.


The whole town had gathered to wish him goodbye. Young and old, the healthy and sick, they all knew him in some way and cared for him.

"Are you going to stand all day, or are you actually going?" Barley shouted from the crowd. Tim smiled and began the journey up the path into another little town known as Forget-Me-Not Valley.

The journey to the Valley was rather boring, but stepping on top of 'mountain' and seeing it for the first time, well, anyone would have had their breath taken away, and Tim was no exception.

Walking further in the Valley made only made him stare more open mouthed. Mineral Town was known for being in the country and in 'the middle of nowhere', but this place was extremely out of the way. The people here grew crops in their own backyards, while everyone back home simply bought all they needed from the supermarket, which he had yet to see.

Not knowing left from right in this place, he looked around for the first person to ask directions from; this happened to be young blond chatting merrily with her brunette haired friend.

"Excuse me? But do you perhaps know where the clinic is?" He asked. The blonde turned to him; her green eyes flashed with… eagerness? He wasn't quite sure.

"Ohh!" She cooed. "You must be the new intern! I'm Muffy and this Celia," The brunette waved with a knowing look on her face- "You are as handsome as the rumors say! Well, I suppose I should show you to the clinic! Follow me!"

She turned and began to walk down the road, but turned around.

"Oh, and just so you know. I think doctors are sexy!" She finished off with a wink and turned again, her high heels tapping lightly on the hard dirt path.

He stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do, what to say.

He friend, Celia, started to follow Muffy but also turned to the doctor when her friends' back was turned.

"Thought I'd warned you; last week it was farmers." She then began to follow her friend down to where ever this clinic was.

What was she talking about?

Upon reaching the clinic, Tim was surprised it was so small, what would they do if there was some big emergency, like a car accident? But he reminded himself that he hadn't seen a car so far, not even tire marks.

"Well," Muffy said, standing in front of the door so he couldn't enter. "I insist you come by the Blue Bar sometime. I can only imagine how stressful it is being a doctor."

"I'm not sure if-"

"I insist." Her voice had dropped to a soft purr.

His voice caught in his throat and he felt his face redden as she turned up her charm so much most men would have fainted.

"I'll see what I can do." He said in defeat.

She giggled and gave him a hug. "I hope I can see you soon." She trotted off to the Bar, a small skip in her step.

Celia sighed and gave him that knowing look again. "Farmers." She mouthed to him. He nodded numbly, finally seeing her point.

She left a moment later and he was left all alone in front of the small clinic. His hand reached for the knob, almost turning it, but hesitating. Could he really stand near such an idol like Dr. Hardy? It wasn't too late, he could still go back to Mineral Town, or go someplace else. It was easy to believe he'd been eaten by a mountain lion or something.

"If you're not going to come in, leave." A rough voice came from the door. He gasped and quickly opened the door, revealing the place where he would spend three seasons of his life being an intern.

The walls were the same white wash as you would find in most hospitals. A green velvet carpet covered the floor; the rest of the clinic was filled with the essentials; such as an examination table, a blood pressure machine, a Seeing Eye chart and many other things that would take up to much time to list and would bore you to death, and we can't have that, can we?

Standing in the middle of the room was infamous Dr. Hardy, eyeing him with contempt. Tim suspected because had been standing in front of the door like an idiot, things most definitely weren't starting off well.

"Hmm, you must be Tim." Dr. Hardy mused. Tim observed every aspect of the man, from his red and white striped shorts, to the mechanical eye that had made many a child cry.

A tense silence engulfed the room, Tim wasn't sure how to break it, and so he said the first thing that came into his little medical textbook head.

"So, how did you lose your eye?" The words flew out before he could stop them. He tried to cover it up with a nervous laugh, but if you know Dr. Hardy, he wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"This isn't the place for stupid questions, Mr. Smith." He said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward ever so slightly. He secretly loved it when people asked this question, but he never would answer it, and no one knew why.

"Now," He continued. "Today I was going to go do check up on Miss Romana and her niece. I was going to leave you hear until I got back, but now I think I'll take you with me and prove whether or not my first impression was wrong."

Tim could only not stupidly. Dr. Hardy nodded also and headed out the door, Tim followed suit.

They both walked up the road to the Villa in a rather uncomfortable silence, at least on Tim's part.

When they reached the Villa, Tim was once again amazed, the only place as grand as this back in Mineral Town was the Library.

"Don't stare, it's rude." Dr. Hardy said. Tim felt there was something more in what he meant.

They were greeted at the door by the Butler, Tim thought his name was Sebastian or something like that, but couldn't quite recall.

A young girl playing the piano stopped momentarily to greet them and then went back to practicing.

"Alright. I am going to check on Romana, you will check on her niece, Farina. Is that alright with you?" Tim knew that the last sentence was a test. He nodded and Dr. Hardy seemed pleased with that, but his face soon returned to its' perpetual frown.

"Good." He nodded. "Go up the stairs and take a right, it's the first door you see." With that, he headed towards Romana's room.

Tim followed his directions and soon found himself in front of the door were this Farina person stayed.

Upon entering the room, he heard the soft sound of singing, he looked and around and saw an aged turntable playing a song in some foreign language, perhaps French.

Sitting by the window listening quietly to the song was a young woman in a wheelchair. Tim could only stare at her, she was so beautiful. Her short brown hair that came to her chin had strands of honey and amber curled within her hair. Her nose was and delicate, and her skin pale, not unusually pale, no, but it reminded Tim of Snow White.

She turned towards him and opened her eyes, which were a soft blue, and he realized something.

She was blind.

"Are you… a doctor?" She asked softly, as is she hadn't used her voice in a long time.

He nodded, and then remembered she couldn't see. "Yes."

Her hands clutched the arms of her wheelchair in anger. "Get out." She whispered.

"E-excuse m-?"

"GET OUT!!" She screamed the words at the top of her lungs, making them reverberate on the walls.

Yes, pretty sad, I know. I have know idea where I'm gonna go with this, so if you have any ideas, let's hear 'em!

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