#Bio:David

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"I'll always find you".

Name/nickname: Admin Naomi

Your Birthday + Birthyear: 24 oct 1995

Timezone: gmt+1/2

Triggers: spiders, snakes

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In character

 age: [BIRTHDAY + ZODIAC]: Oct 25 Scorpio, 34

height: 1m76

build: atletic

eyes color: blue

hair:  brownish blonde

 5 STATS: Charming, Caring, impulsive, dorkish, foolish

DAVID is TAKEN by ADMIN NAOMI

David Nolan slowly opened his eyes to the sterile brightness of the hospital room. The soft hum of machines and the faint beep of his heart monitor filled the air, grounding him in a reality he had been absent from for months. Everything felt surreal, like waking from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. He blinked, struggling to focus, his mind foggy, memories distant and disjointed.

A soft voice caught his attention. “David? Can you hear me?”

He turned his head slowly, and there she was—Mary Margaret, standing beside his bed, her eyes wide with concern and relief. She had been by his side, visiting every day, even though they had never truly met before his accident. Something about her felt familiar, though he couldn’t place it. She wasn’t just a nurse, though that was how she had introduced herself. There was a deeper connection, something unspoken between them.

“Mary Margaret…” David's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it made her smile, that gentle, reassuring smile that always made the room feel a little warmer.

“You’re awake,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “We were so worried.”

David nodded slightly, his mind trying to piece together the fragmented thoughts swirling in his head. His body ached, but more than that, his heart felt heavy, as if something was missing. Then, in a sudden rush, flashes of memory came back to him—his fiancée, Kathryn. They were engaged. He had been with her for years, hadn’t he? The thought of her brought a flicker of guilt.

Kathryn had visited him too, he was sure of it. She must have, but in this moment, all he could think about was Mary Margaret. Her presence felt comforting, calming, and real in a way that nothing else did.

“Where’s… Kathryn?” David asked, his brow furrowing.

Mary Margaret's smile faltered just a bit, though she recovered quickly. “She’s been here too, of course. But… I’ve been here more often.” She hesitated before adding, “She cares about you a lot.”

David felt a wave of confusion wash over him. Kathryn. Mary Margaret. His head ached from the whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing stood out, clear and undeniable: the more time he spent with Mary Margaret, the more he felt drawn to her. She was always there, always caring, and always present in a way that Kathryn wasn’t. He remembered vague moments during his coma—dreamlike conversations, and fleeting feelings—and in all of them, Mary Margaret had been the anchor that kept him from drifting away.

As the days passed, David’s strength returned, but so did his confusion. His feelings for Mary Margaret were growing stronger, even though his engagement to Kathryn loomed over him like a dark cloud. He knew it wasn’t fair to Kathryn, but with Mary Margaret, everything felt easy, natural. She understood him in ways he couldn’t explain. There was an unspoken bond between them, as if they were meant to be.

One evening, after his physical therapy session, David found himself alone with Mary Margaret in his hospital room. The sun was setting, casting a soft golden light across the room. The air was heavy with something unspoken, a tension neither of them could ignore any longer.

“Mary Margaret…” David began, unsure of how to even approach the subject. His heart was racing.

“Yes?” she asked, her eyes locking with his, filled with that same warmth that had pulled him back to consciousness.

“I don’t know how to say this, but…” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “Ever since I woke up, I’ve felt… different. Not just physically, but emotionally. I don’t know if it’s the coma or the fact that everything feels like it’s been reset, but…” He took a deep breath. “I feel something for you. Something I can’t explain.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then, she looked down, her cheeks flushing with a mix of emotion. “David, you’re engaged. Kathryn—she loves you.”

“I know,” David said quickly, his voice filled with regret. “I know she does. And I care about her, but what I feel for you… it’s different. It feels right.”

Mary Margaret shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “This isn’t fair to any of us.”

David reached out, gently taking her hand. “I don’t know what’s fair anymore. All I know is that when I look at you, I feel alive. I don’t want to hurt Kathryn, but I can’t ignore this.”

For a moment, the world outside the room disappeared. It was just the two of them, trapped in this impossible situation, torn between loyalty and undeniable feelings.

Mary Margaret finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I feel it too, David. I’ve felt it since the day you woke up. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

David squeezed her hand, his eyes searching hers. “Maybe it is.”

As they stood there, uncertain of the future, one thing was clear: David’s heart was no longer bound to the life he had before the coma. It had found something new, something he hadn’t been looking for—but now that it was here, he couldn’t let it go.