Renee and John had been together since college, sweethearts that got married young and had been together since. Of course, he had gotten laid off a year into their marriage, and rather than keep his chin up, he turned to alcohol. He did not stop. A genetic flaw in his liver meant that within a few years, he had drunk his liver into oblivion, and was put low priority on the list. That was a year ago, he was on his last legs.. she knew it. Oh, she loved him, well, she loved the man she married, he was not that man anymore.. at least not completely. Though she could not deny that in these moments that she regretted not having children.. in fact she felt that she had missed her chance.

At 25, she had a husband dying in hospital, a career in nursing that could not go further than what it had already. She had considered extending her degree to include a side specialty.. but then John had gotten sick. For now, she spent her days in the hospital.. with John, then in the Coma ward where she helped fmaily understand what was going on, and to check the machines that supported the life of the patients.

Her hair was always pulled back off her face due to health and safety, she wore little make-up, and the generic hospital scrubs which were incredibly unflattering. It did not show off her large D cup breasts, the slightly cuddly form she had with well-rounded ((and aptly named.. child bearing)) hips. She stood at 5'7, and on a whole was cute, pretty.. though she believed herself to be far from beautiful.