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Chapter 11: God, no
"Lizzie!" Mr. And Mrs. McGuire came rushing through the door, and Mrs. McGuire had her face covered with tears. "Where is he? Where is Matt? Is he ok? Is he going to get out of the hospital alright? How many times was he shot? Where was he shot? Is he asleep right now? Sleep is good." Lizzie had never seen her mother so worked up in her life. She was scaring her.
"He's in room 207 if you would like to go see him, but only one at a time because," Lizzie was interrupted by catching Mr. Harving coming her way out of the corner of her eye.
"Hello, Lizzie. Hi, you must be Matthew's parents. Matt is doing much better than we would have expected, but we still aren't sure if it is going to stay that way for long. I believe he is asleep right now, and since you are his parents, I will allow you both to go in a the same time.
"Thank you." They said in unison, Mrs. McGuire was clutching Mr. McGuire's arm very tightly. They walked slowly to Matt's room.
"Room 207." Mr. McGuire said. "Are you ready?" he asked Jo as he opened the door. Jo quickly took him by the arm and pulled him back.
"I can't do this." She said, crying even harder than she had been. I can't bare to see my son hurt, and in the hospital? No, I can't do it. I WON"T do it." As she said those words, Sam pulled her into the room. "It's going to be ok." He said, putting his arm around her. Jo almost fainted when she saw her son hooked up to a heart monitor and oxygen tube. "Oh my god." She said, covering her mouth. She walked over to Matt's bed and took the hand that wasn't in a cast into her own. "Everything is going to be ok." She said. She looked at his heart monitor. It looked like it was ok, judging by all of the movies she had seen. She knew that a straight line and a long beep meant the person was dead. That wasn't the case here, and she was happy about it. Sam walked over and sat next to his wife, looking into his son's pale, painful face. He put his arm around Jo, and kissed her on the forehead as she covered her eyes and began to sob. Suddenly, she heard a long beep. "No. NO!" she shouted as she looked at the heart monitor. A straight line. And she didn't get to say goodbye.
I know you probably all hate me, but I needed a break from all of this boring mushy "I love you" crap. Please check back soon. It's not over yet!
Chapter 11: God, no
"Lizzie!" Mr. And Mrs. McGuire came rushing through the door, and Mrs. McGuire had her face covered with tears. "Where is he? Where is Matt? Is he ok? Is he going to get out of the hospital alright? How many times was he shot? Where was he shot? Is he asleep right now? Sleep is good." Lizzie had never seen her mother so worked up in her life. She was scaring her.
"He's in room 207 if you would like to go see him, but only one at a time because," Lizzie was interrupted by catching Mr. Harving coming her way out of the corner of her eye.
"Hello, Lizzie. Hi, you must be Matthew's parents. Matt is doing much better than we would have expected, but we still aren't sure if it is going to stay that way for long. I believe he is asleep right now, and since you are his parents, I will allow you both to go in a the same time.
"Thank you." They said in unison, Mrs. McGuire was clutching Mr. McGuire's arm very tightly. They walked slowly to Matt's room.
"Room 207." Mr. McGuire said. "Are you ready?" he asked Jo as he opened the door. Jo quickly took him by the arm and pulled him back.
"I can't do this." She said, crying even harder than she had been. I can't bare to see my son hurt, and in the hospital? No, I can't do it. I WON"T do it." As she said those words, Sam pulled her into the room. "It's going to be ok." He said, putting his arm around her. Jo almost fainted when she saw her son hooked up to a heart monitor and oxygen tube. "Oh my god." She said, covering her mouth. She walked over to Matt's bed and took the hand that wasn't in a cast into her own. "Everything is going to be ok." She said. She looked at his heart monitor. It looked like it was ok, judging by all of the movies she had seen. She knew that a straight line and a long beep meant the person was dead. That wasn't the case here, and she was happy about it. Sam walked over and sat next to his wife, looking into his son's pale, painful face. He put his arm around Jo, and kissed her on the forehead as she covered her eyes and began to sob. Suddenly, she heard a long beep. "No. NO!" she shouted as she looked at the heart monitor. A straight line. And she didn't get to say goodbye.
I know you probably all hate me, but I needed a break from all of this boring mushy "I love you" crap. Please check back soon. It's not over yet!