A/N: Hey guys!! It's the weekend!! That means you get the next installment of my story! Yay? I hope so. This chapter is really long, and kinda dramatic, both two very good things in my mind : ) Thanks to the few of you who reviewed on my last chapter, you're very very kind and I love you dearly. Remember guys, reviews kinda keep me going, I gotta know that I'm writing this for a purpose, that isn't just going out there to sit and be ignored, I gotta know you all want it. Thank you thank you! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Everything belongs to other people. Does that not suck majorly?
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Ch. 4 - The Morning After
"Uugghh." David groaned as light flooded into the room, penetrating his closed eyelids. He rolled over, trying to escape the light and retreat into the darkness of sleep. As he tried to burrow deeper into the warmth of the blankets his hand found it's way to a solid body. His mind reeled and he gasped in shock as he pulled his hand back.
"The hell...?" He mumbled, forcing his tired eyes to open. He blinked several times before squinting around the room, trying to get his bearings straight.
"Stop moving, Gordo, I'm trying to sleep." David jumped when he heard the tired mumble right next to his left ear. He backed away quickly, falling out of the bed in the process and stared, wide-eyed, at the source of the mumble. He couldn't see who it was, could only watch as the blankets moved and an arm reached out from under them to pull them back. He wanted to close his eyes against all of this, will himself back to sleep so he could wake up again and it would all be a dream. Just a bad dream. As the blanket inched back from the body slowly, David did close his eyes. Still sprawled out on the floor, he crawled backwards until he hit the wall with a thump. He didn't have to look, he already knew who was lying under those blankets. In his bed. The same bed he had inhabited just moments ago.
"It's all a dream, it's all a dream, it's all a dream, it's all a dream..." He chanted to himself in a strained and frightened whisper, over and over again. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he pulled his knees up and rested his forehead against them, continuing his chant. He kept thinking about Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, and even began clicking his feet together as he chanting, thinking maybe it would help somehow.
"Gordo what in the world are you doing down there?" The soft, confused voice made David jump, and he continued chanting, louder now. Using everything he had in him to will this crazy nightmare away. When he heard movement, the rustling of sheets and blankets, his heartbeat quickened and he could feel beads of sweat forming on the insides of his palms.
"Gordo...are you sick?" The voice was now laced with concern, and -right- next to him. His breath was now coming in quick huffs, and he idly recognized that he was having a lot of trouble getting air into his lungs. When he felt the small, warm hand settle gently on his shoulder he flew up from his position on the ground and bounded across the room. Once he reached the wall on the opposite end of the room, he turned slowly and finally let his eyes fall upon the face that had been so familiar many years ago.
"Lizzie." He whispered shakily, not able to move, not able to take his eyes off her. She was older now, taller and much more mature looking. Her soft blonde hair pulled back into a sloppy bun, and sticking up in different areas as a result of sleep. David swallowed roughly as he tried to avoid thinking about other physical aspects that have obviously grown. If he hadn't been visited by the Miranda-look-alike last night, and been warned of what he might awake too, he didn't think he would have recognized her. She look so much older, all her girlish features had transformed into true womanhood. The only thing that hadn't changed one bit, David noticed, were her eyes. The deep warm brown eyes were exactly the same. They still shined, they still sparkled, they still made the world stand still when David looked into them. He quickly averted his gaze and concentrated and trying to get air into his tight lungs.
"Gordo. What...what's wrong? Are you ok?" Lizzie asked softly, her shimmering eyes filled with concern and worry. David, again, swallowed roughly and shook his head slightly. He coughed a little, trying to move away as she inched closer.
"I'm not...I'm not Gordo." He forced out quietly. It was getting a lot harder to breathe, but he didn't notice, focusing more on trying to get away from Lizzie.
"What? What do you mean? Gordo, I'm worried, did you have a weird dream? Did you..." She stopped and watched him worriedly as he coughed, and tried to suck air into his lungs by taking deep breaths through his nose.
"Dreaming. I'm...I'm dreaming. I'm not. I'm not here." He wheezed, suddenly becoming more worried about breathing than what he was going to do about his current situation. He coughed more, and grabbed at his chest, gulping for air he just wasn't receiving. Lizzie stopped inching towards him, and flew across the room to him, her eyes filling with tears of fright.
"Gordo, what's wrong? I'm scared!" She put her hands on his arms and held onto him, even as he tried to struggle away from her. She pulled him by the arms over to the bed and sat down with him, rubbing her hand in circles on his back.
"Can't...Can't. Breathe!" He gasped, still gulping for air. He felt lightheaded and weak as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his head drop between them. He continued struggling for air as he felt the bed shift beneath him, and the warmth of Lizzie beside him disappear. He was concentrating on not missing her gentle touch, and finding a way to get some air into his lungs, when she returned to her spot, the calming motion of her hand on his back resuming. His eyes closed and he was beginning to let himself enjoy the tough despite himself, when a groggy voice broke through his daze.
"The hell McGuire, you can NOT barge into someone's room, when that someone is -sleeping- no less, yell incoherently about God knows what and then-" The voice stopped dead and David knew that the owner was now regarding him.
"Oh my God, what's wrong with Gordo?" It was then that David recognized the voice. He lifted his head, with much effort, and found that his assumption was correct. Anger boiled inside him, and he suddenly found strength, despite the fact that air was not finding it's way into his lungs.
" You! You little...you conniving...you did this to me! You...you...you...AGGHH! I don't want to be here, take me back, change this! You can't do this to me!" He screamed, charging towards a pajama clad Miranda, who quickly and fearfully backed up against the facing wall. She attempted to speak, ask what he was talking about, but he hadn't finished his rant.
"I told you I was happy, I told you I liked my life! You deliberately went -against- my wishes and sent me here! Some...warped. Just. This is completely insane!! Do you hear me?! It's ridiculous! You. Are. Not. REAL! Non of this is real! I want to go back, send me back right now or I'll. I'll..." He couldn't continue. Sure, he didn't know what he would do. He couldn't call the police, they wouldn't believe him, there wasn't really -anyone- he could call that would believe him. But David didn't have to think about this. Before he could spout out empty threats, to the now slightly pissed off Miranda, he remembered that he needed air. Badly.
"Shit." He gasped, seconds before his knees gave way and he slid to floor, gasping and fighting for breath. Lizzie and Miranda immediately found heir places next to him. Lizzie cradled him gently in her arms, smoothing his dark curls away from his forehead, and whispering soft reassurances in his ear while fighting back tears of worry. Miranda rubbed her hand gently over his arm, fighting her own tears.
"I'm calling 911." She stated, looking at Lizzie for confirmation. Lizzie nodded, causing a few small tears to spill over, as David chocked out his respone.
"NO! No...hospital. I'm. I'm fine. Just give. Give me a minute. To...I'll be..." Lizzie didn't wait any longer for him to gasp out the rest of his sentence. She pulled herself together and stood up, motioning for Miranda to help her lift David, and together the two of them carried him out of the apartment.
"Yeah, you really sound like you'll be just fine Gordo. I don't know what's wrong with you right now, but I'm not gonna sit here and watch you turn BLUE and die from lack of air. We're going to the hospital, and you have no say in the matter." Her voice shook with a mixture of way to many emotions, which she fought out of her mind the best she could. Miranda, too, was fighting her own confusion of emotions. The two friends pushed all thoughts from their minds and concentrated on one thing, the most important thing at the moment. Helping Gordo.
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A/N: Eeep! Poor Gordo! Oh no! What's happening!? Let me know if you're all confused ok? PLEASE, please review, tell me how I'm doing, let me know if it's retarded, or if I need to work on something, constructive critisim is a must with me, I gotta be told that I can do better before I actually do better. So please review, let me know what you think, and I'll see ya'll next weekend!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Everything belongs to other people. Does that not suck majorly?
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Ch. 4 - The Morning After
"Uugghh." David groaned as light flooded into the room, penetrating his closed eyelids. He rolled over, trying to escape the light and retreat into the darkness of sleep. As he tried to burrow deeper into the warmth of the blankets his hand found it's way to a solid body. His mind reeled and he gasped in shock as he pulled his hand back.
"The hell...?" He mumbled, forcing his tired eyes to open. He blinked several times before squinting around the room, trying to get his bearings straight.
"Stop moving, Gordo, I'm trying to sleep." David jumped when he heard the tired mumble right next to his left ear. He backed away quickly, falling out of the bed in the process and stared, wide-eyed, at the source of the mumble. He couldn't see who it was, could only watch as the blankets moved and an arm reached out from under them to pull them back. He wanted to close his eyes against all of this, will himself back to sleep so he could wake up again and it would all be a dream. Just a bad dream. As the blanket inched back from the body slowly, David did close his eyes. Still sprawled out on the floor, he crawled backwards until he hit the wall with a thump. He didn't have to look, he already knew who was lying under those blankets. In his bed. The same bed he had inhabited just moments ago.
"It's all a dream, it's all a dream, it's all a dream, it's all a dream..." He chanted to himself in a strained and frightened whisper, over and over again. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he pulled his knees up and rested his forehead against them, continuing his chant. He kept thinking about Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, and even began clicking his feet together as he chanting, thinking maybe it would help somehow.
"Gordo what in the world are you doing down there?" The soft, confused voice made David jump, and he continued chanting, louder now. Using everything he had in him to will this crazy nightmare away. When he heard movement, the rustling of sheets and blankets, his heartbeat quickened and he could feel beads of sweat forming on the insides of his palms.
"Gordo...are you sick?" The voice was now laced with concern, and -right- next to him. His breath was now coming in quick huffs, and he idly recognized that he was having a lot of trouble getting air into his lungs. When he felt the small, warm hand settle gently on his shoulder he flew up from his position on the ground and bounded across the room. Once he reached the wall on the opposite end of the room, he turned slowly and finally let his eyes fall upon the face that had been so familiar many years ago.
"Lizzie." He whispered shakily, not able to move, not able to take his eyes off her. She was older now, taller and much more mature looking. Her soft blonde hair pulled back into a sloppy bun, and sticking up in different areas as a result of sleep. David swallowed roughly as he tried to avoid thinking about other physical aspects that have obviously grown. If he hadn't been visited by the Miranda-look-alike last night, and been warned of what he might awake too, he didn't think he would have recognized her. She look so much older, all her girlish features had transformed into true womanhood. The only thing that hadn't changed one bit, David noticed, were her eyes. The deep warm brown eyes were exactly the same. They still shined, they still sparkled, they still made the world stand still when David looked into them. He quickly averted his gaze and concentrated and trying to get air into his tight lungs.
"Gordo. What...what's wrong? Are you ok?" Lizzie asked softly, her shimmering eyes filled with concern and worry. David, again, swallowed roughly and shook his head slightly. He coughed a little, trying to move away as she inched closer.
"I'm not...I'm not Gordo." He forced out quietly. It was getting a lot harder to breathe, but he didn't notice, focusing more on trying to get away from Lizzie.
"What? What do you mean? Gordo, I'm worried, did you have a weird dream? Did you..." She stopped and watched him worriedly as he coughed, and tried to suck air into his lungs by taking deep breaths through his nose.
"Dreaming. I'm...I'm dreaming. I'm not. I'm not here." He wheezed, suddenly becoming more worried about breathing than what he was going to do about his current situation. He coughed more, and grabbed at his chest, gulping for air he just wasn't receiving. Lizzie stopped inching towards him, and flew across the room to him, her eyes filling with tears of fright.
"Gordo, what's wrong? I'm scared!" She put her hands on his arms and held onto him, even as he tried to struggle away from her. She pulled him by the arms over to the bed and sat down with him, rubbing her hand in circles on his back.
"Can't...Can't. Breathe!" He gasped, still gulping for air. He felt lightheaded and weak as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his head drop between them. He continued struggling for air as he felt the bed shift beneath him, and the warmth of Lizzie beside him disappear. He was concentrating on not missing her gentle touch, and finding a way to get some air into his lungs, when she returned to her spot, the calming motion of her hand on his back resuming. His eyes closed and he was beginning to let himself enjoy the tough despite himself, when a groggy voice broke through his daze.
"The hell McGuire, you can NOT barge into someone's room, when that someone is -sleeping- no less, yell incoherently about God knows what and then-" The voice stopped dead and David knew that the owner was now regarding him.
"Oh my God, what's wrong with Gordo?" It was then that David recognized the voice. He lifted his head, with much effort, and found that his assumption was correct. Anger boiled inside him, and he suddenly found strength, despite the fact that air was not finding it's way into his lungs.
" You! You little...you conniving...you did this to me! You...you...you...AGGHH! I don't want to be here, take me back, change this! You can't do this to me!" He screamed, charging towards a pajama clad Miranda, who quickly and fearfully backed up against the facing wall. She attempted to speak, ask what he was talking about, but he hadn't finished his rant.
"I told you I was happy, I told you I liked my life! You deliberately went -against- my wishes and sent me here! Some...warped. Just. This is completely insane!! Do you hear me?! It's ridiculous! You. Are. Not. REAL! Non of this is real! I want to go back, send me back right now or I'll. I'll..." He couldn't continue. Sure, he didn't know what he would do. He couldn't call the police, they wouldn't believe him, there wasn't really -anyone- he could call that would believe him. But David didn't have to think about this. Before he could spout out empty threats, to the now slightly pissed off Miranda, he remembered that he needed air. Badly.
"Shit." He gasped, seconds before his knees gave way and he slid to floor, gasping and fighting for breath. Lizzie and Miranda immediately found heir places next to him. Lizzie cradled him gently in her arms, smoothing his dark curls away from his forehead, and whispering soft reassurances in his ear while fighting back tears of worry. Miranda rubbed her hand gently over his arm, fighting her own tears.
"I'm calling 911." She stated, looking at Lizzie for confirmation. Lizzie nodded, causing a few small tears to spill over, as David chocked out his respone.
"NO! No...hospital. I'm. I'm fine. Just give. Give me a minute. To...I'll be..." Lizzie didn't wait any longer for him to gasp out the rest of his sentence. She pulled herself together and stood up, motioning for Miranda to help her lift David, and together the two of them carried him out of the apartment.
"Yeah, you really sound like you'll be just fine Gordo. I don't know what's wrong with you right now, but I'm not gonna sit here and watch you turn BLUE and die from lack of air. We're going to the hospital, and you have no say in the matter." Her voice shook with a mixture of way to many emotions, which she fought out of her mind the best she could. Miranda, too, was fighting her own confusion of emotions. The two friends pushed all thoughts from their minds and concentrated on one thing, the most important thing at the moment. Helping Gordo.
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A/N: Eeep! Poor Gordo! Oh no! What's happening!? Let me know if you're all confused ok? PLEASE, please review, tell me how I'm doing, let me know if it's retarded, or if I need to work on something, constructive critisim is a must with me, I gotta be told that I can do better before I actually do better. So please review, let me know what you think, and I'll see ya'll next weekend!