Many scenes find themselves on the cutting room floor during the editing stage, never again to be read by anyone. But how fun would it be to see what never made its way into the finished story?
Check out two of the scenes that didn't make the cut, and when you're finished, check out the Author Commentary to see why it was cut.
Cut scene from Love Unfinished 1: Meet Margret
The surgery room was cold and smelled of stale air. Margret's exhausted head slumped to the side as the nurse propped her up on the hospital bed. Her forehead was covered in sweat as she lay shivering underneath the white sheets draped over her.
“Mrs. Elrick, we need you to push now,” the nurse said as she gently wiped Margret’s face with a cool towel.
Margret let out an exasperated sigh. “But I’m so tired. Does it always take this long?” she asked as she glanced at the nurse with her hazy eyes barely open.
“It’s the anesthesia you had ma'am, it can sometimes slow down the labor process,” she replied, trying to give a sympathetic smile.
Margret let her heavy head fall onto the pillow, “I’m too tired, I can’t do it anymore.”
“If you can’t push, we’ll have to remove the baby with forceps,” said the doctor, peeking above the white cloth that hung above Margret’s stomach.
“Please, Mrs. Elrick, you must push,” the nurse pleaded with the exhausted mother to be.
Margret had been in labor for twenty-four hours now and feverishly pushing for almost an hour. She checked in Tuesday morning, bent over in pain, clutching her beautiful big stomach sure that the baby would come any minute. The nurses whisked her away where she was left alone in her little room, her mind foggy from the drugs that were pumped into her system. ''I want to see my husband,' she begged. 'After the baby is born, no one is allowed in your room until then. Its hospital policy ma'am,' a short, rude nurse had told her yesterday.
She took a few deeps breaths, lifted her head up, grunting as she pushed through the contraction with every bit of energy she had left in her. “Ahh!” she screamed as she pushed, pausing for a moment as she panted, “Oh God, this hurts so bad!” she yelled.
“I see the baby’s head, keep pushing,” the doctor snapped from behind his little cloth. “Push, push!”
She screamed again as she bore down. She let out an ear piercing shriek as she pushed yet again, feeling like someone had ripped her in half. She had an uncontrollable urge to push and squeezed the rails on the bed until her knuckles were white. With a huge gush of warm fluids, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a release of pressure; her lungs filled fully for the first time in months, and she let out a sigh of relief as her head fell on the pillow.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Elrick! It’s a girl!” said the doctor, holding up the tiny, bloody infant over the sheet, her little lungs crying out in fear as she hung upside down over her mother.
Margret started crying “Oh my God…” she sniffled, “she’s so beautiful!” she said, reaching her arms out to hold her new baby.
Cut scene from Love Unfinished 2: Meet Donald
Donald paced the cramped little waiting room, oblivious to the other worried men wandering around the room, all surrounded by anxious parents waiting for their first grandchild. It had been a day since he had seen his wife. 'It’s all going as expected sir,' is the only information the staff would give him.
He puffed on cigarette after cigarette, attempted to skim through day old newspapers and year old magazines. His feeble efforts at distraction failed him. Every time the expectant fathers saw a man walk into the room wearing the hospital green scrubs, the men would jump from their seats with excited eyes, nervously waiting for the news on their new baby. Over Donald’s day long wait, the faces changed from time to time, but the air of anxiety and excitement remained a constant.
A lanky old man, wearing bloodied green scrubs walked into the waiting room. All heads turned, watching the tall figure as he fumbled with a clipboard with a pen pressed between his lips. He tucked the pen behind his ear and pulled down his mask, “Mr. Elri…Elrick?” he said, glancing up at all the anxious fixated faces.
“Yes!” Donald hollered and rushed to the front of the room.
“Congratulations, Mr. Elrick, you have a beautiful baby girl!” he smiled warmly, reached into his pocket and handed Donald a cigar as he shook his hand.
“Oh, thank you doctor!” he cried out in excitement, instinctively reaching out and hugging the gangly doctor. He stepped back, “And my wife, Margret, how is she? Is she okay too?” he asked, looking down at the blood stained scrubs.
“Yes, yes, she is tired but resting. She is fine, though, I assure you,” he said, patting Donald on his shoulder. “A nurse will come in to tell you when you may see them,” he said and abruptly left the room.
Donald turned around to tell his parents of the good news as the room erupted into a roar of clapping, waiting fathers. He smiled as he walked toward his family, giving handshakes and getting cheerful slaps on the back as he made his way to the back of the room.