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Chapter 8: I'm Sorry
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo piled into the car to head over to the hospital. Gordo had to drive because Lizzie and Miranda were almost in hysterics. He pulled into the parking lot of the hospital about 5 minutes later. They quickly opened the doors to the hospital entrance and ran inside. Gordo walked up to the front desk with Miranda and Lizzie trailing behind him slowly. "Excuse me," he said to the person behind the counter reading a newspaper. He got no answer. "Excuse me." He said again, a little louder this time, but no answer again. "EXCUSE ME!!!!!" he screamed as all of the people in the waiting room stared at him.
"Please don't yell in here, sir." The lady simply said, still reading the news paper.
"I wouldn't have to yell if u answered me the first time." He said, staring at her with anger.
"Ok, kid, relax," she said putting the paper down. "What can I help you with, kids?"
"C-can y-y-you p-p-please direct u-s to M-m-m-ath-ew M-M-McGuire's room?" Lizzie asked.
"Tacoo mcwhat?" The nurse asked.
"Matthew McGuire's room! WE WANT TO SEE MATTHEW MCGUIRE!" He screamed again.
"Ok ok. Don't be so jittery. Go down the hall and to the right. It's room 207."
"Thank you!!!" He said angrily as he took Lizzie's hand and walked down the hall with Miranda behind them. As they neared the room, a doctor walked up to them. He looked at Lizzie.
"You must be Elizabeth." He said smiling, trying to cheer her up. "I'm doctor Harving." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. She took it and slowly shook it while looking at the ground. "Matthew is not awake yet, but he should wake up within the next 10 minutes. He was shot three times, I'm afraid. One punctured his lung, which is the one we are worried about, and two hit him in the arm, shattering a part of his bone." He said, feeling sorry for Lizzie. "I have to ask that only one person goes in at a time." He said. "Lizzie, would you like to go in first?"
"Yes, please," she said, worried about what her brother would look like. Doctor Harving lead her into the room where her brother was sleeping.
Lizzie walked into the room, looking at her brother, not taking her eyes off of his body which would be completely motionless if his chest wasn't rising and falling rapidly trying to take in breath that he needed so desperately. He had and oxygen tube and a heart monitor attached to him which Lizzie wanted to rip off thinking if they were off she could pretend he was just sleeping and he would definitely wake up. She walked over to him and put her soft hand over the arm which was in a cast. She buried her face in his stomach and started to cry again. She heard a gasp of breath as she looked up to find Matt beginning to open his eyes, trying to breathe, but obviously having quite a bit of trouble. She quickly sat upright and wiped her eyes as Matt smiled at her. "Hey." He said weekly, his voice raspy. Lizzie didn't say a word as she wrapped her arms around his body gently and hugged him.
"I am so sorry!" She said, beginning to cry again. "This is all my fault!"
"No, it isn't, Lizzie," he said, returning her hug. "Stop thinking this is your fault."
"Matt, it IS my fault. Don't you remember? I told you I wanted you to die and then I made you leave and then I heard a gun shot but ignored it and I didn't really want you to die and you don't deserve any of this I was just mad that my brother could start to love my best friend even more than me and it scared me because I love you so much and I would never want anything to happen to you and then the doctor called and I began to hate myself for even telling you I wanted you to die, even if I didn't mean it."
"Lizzie, no offence, but shut up." He said, looking at her. "None of this is anyone's fault accept for those idiots that were playing with guns outside our house. And maybe mine for kissing Miranda. I knew it would piss you off, and I think that's half the reason I did it, because you didn't give a damn when I came home all banged up today."
"NO! It isn't your fault! Don't think that! But. do you forgive me?"
"Of course, Lizzie." He said, smiling. "But do you forgive me?"
"Of course." She said, as Matt fell back asleep. She kissed him on the forehead and left.
Chapter 8: I'm Sorry
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo piled into the car to head over to the hospital. Gordo had to drive because Lizzie and Miranda were almost in hysterics. He pulled into the parking lot of the hospital about 5 minutes later. They quickly opened the doors to the hospital entrance and ran inside. Gordo walked up to the front desk with Miranda and Lizzie trailing behind him slowly. "Excuse me," he said to the person behind the counter reading a newspaper. He got no answer. "Excuse me." He said again, a little louder this time, but no answer again. "EXCUSE ME!!!!!" he screamed as all of the people in the waiting room stared at him.
"Please don't yell in here, sir." The lady simply said, still reading the news paper.
"I wouldn't have to yell if u answered me the first time." He said, staring at her with anger.
"Ok, kid, relax," she said putting the paper down. "What can I help you with, kids?"
"C-can y-y-you p-p-please direct u-s to M-m-m-ath-ew M-M-McGuire's room?" Lizzie asked.
"Tacoo mcwhat?" The nurse asked.
"Matthew McGuire's room! WE WANT TO SEE MATTHEW MCGUIRE!" He screamed again.
"Ok ok. Don't be so jittery. Go down the hall and to the right. It's room 207."
"Thank you!!!" He said angrily as he took Lizzie's hand and walked down the hall with Miranda behind them. As they neared the room, a doctor walked up to them. He looked at Lizzie.
"You must be Elizabeth." He said smiling, trying to cheer her up. "I'm doctor Harving." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. She took it and slowly shook it while looking at the ground. "Matthew is not awake yet, but he should wake up within the next 10 minutes. He was shot three times, I'm afraid. One punctured his lung, which is the one we are worried about, and two hit him in the arm, shattering a part of his bone." He said, feeling sorry for Lizzie. "I have to ask that only one person goes in at a time." He said. "Lizzie, would you like to go in first?"
"Yes, please," she said, worried about what her brother would look like. Doctor Harving lead her into the room where her brother was sleeping.
Lizzie walked into the room, looking at her brother, not taking her eyes off of his body which would be completely motionless if his chest wasn't rising and falling rapidly trying to take in breath that he needed so desperately. He had and oxygen tube and a heart monitor attached to him which Lizzie wanted to rip off thinking if they were off she could pretend he was just sleeping and he would definitely wake up. She walked over to him and put her soft hand over the arm which was in a cast. She buried her face in his stomach and started to cry again. She heard a gasp of breath as she looked up to find Matt beginning to open his eyes, trying to breathe, but obviously having quite a bit of trouble. She quickly sat upright and wiped her eyes as Matt smiled at her. "Hey." He said weekly, his voice raspy. Lizzie didn't say a word as she wrapped her arms around his body gently and hugged him.
"I am so sorry!" She said, beginning to cry again. "This is all my fault!"
"No, it isn't, Lizzie," he said, returning her hug. "Stop thinking this is your fault."
"Matt, it IS my fault. Don't you remember? I told you I wanted you to die and then I made you leave and then I heard a gun shot but ignored it and I didn't really want you to die and you don't deserve any of this I was just mad that my brother could start to love my best friend even more than me and it scared me because I love you so much and I would never want anything to happen to you and then the doctor called and I began to hate myself for even telling you I wanted you to die, even if I didn't mean it."
"Lizzie, no offence, but shut up." He said, looking at her. "None of this is anyone's fault accept for those idiots that were playing with guns outside our house. And maybe mine for kissing Miranda. I knew it would piss you off, and I think that's half the reason I did it, because you didn't give a damn when I came home all banged up today."
"NO! It isn't your fault! Don't think that! But. do you forgive me?"
"Of course, Lizzie." He said, smiling. "But do you forgive me?"
"Of course." She said, as Matt fell back asleep. She kissed him on the forehead and left.