A/N: I realized that Paige supposedly came with them, but then I just left
her out for like 3 chapters, so just pretend that they dropped her off at a
last minute babysitter's.
"What do you mean, it's your fault that Lizzie crashed?" Gordo asked Miranda, trying to calm down a little so he wouldn't freak Miranda out anymore.
"When Lizzie crashed, she was on the phone with Paige, and if she hadn't been talking to Paige then she would have been looking at the road and she would still be healthy and not laying there dying." Miranda said. She sighed and started crying again.
"It is not your fault, Miranda. You even told me that the doctor's say it was a drunk driver. They didn't have their headlights on, so even if she wasn't on her phone than she would still be in there." Gordo said, trying to make them both feel better.
"We both have to be strong now Miranda. You lean on me and I'll lean on you and everything will be okay. We just both have to stay strong for all three of us. Stay with me Miranda." Gordo said. Helping Miranda up and hugging her.
"I'm really sorry, Gordo, I just, I feel like I am just being hit with the impact, you know." Miranda said, staring off into space.
"I know, I know, now let's get back inside." Gordo said as he took hold of her hand and started walking.
They got inside and went up to the front desk. "Hi, can we please see Elizabeth Gordon?" Gordo asked.
"Yes, her room number is 543 in the ICU." The woman said with sympathy in her voice.
"Thank you," Miranda said. They started walking towards her room. They got in and Gordo sat in a chair next to the bed while Miranda stood up.
"Hey Liz." he stopped. "Hey Miranda, do you think you could give us a sec?" Gordo asked.
"Oh, sure," Miranda said as she stepped outside.
"Hey Gordo," Lizzie said ever so softly as she turned her head to look at him. "Owww." she said as she put her head back in her original position. She closed her eyes.
"Lizzie, your up. I'm so glad, are you okay?"
"What happened, where am I?" Lizzie asked, opening her eyes and looking around as much as she could without feeling pained.
"You don't remember?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said so softly that Gordo almost didn't hear.
"You were hit by a drunk driver and you fell out of the car through the windshield." Gordo said, trying not to cry.
"Baby," Lizzie whispered.
"I know, Lizzie, Liz, she didn't make it." Gordo said as he felt himself start to lose control.
"No, no, no, no, no. this isn't happening." Lizzie said. At that moment, Miranda peeked her head through the door.
"Gordo, come here.." she whispered.
"Not now Miranda, Gordo said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yes, Gordo, you have to come now!" Miranda said. Gordo didn't know what it was, but he felt compelled to go see Miranda.
"What is it?" he asked as he got out into the hall.
"In here," Miranda said as she went into the empty room next to Lizzie's.
"What?" Gordo asked, sounding a little more impatient then she meant to.
"I just talked to the doctor and he said Lizzie had severe wounds to her legs, lungs, pancreas and lungs. and." Miranda said.
"And???"
"She might not ever be able to walk again."
"What do you mean, it's your fault that Lizzie crashed?" Gordo asked Miranda, trying to calm down a little so he wouldn't freak Miranda out anymore.
"When Lizzie crashed, she was on the phone with Paige, and if she hadn't been talking to Paige then she would have been looking at the road and she would still be healthy and not laying there dying." Miranda said. She sighed and started crying again.
"It is not your fault, Miranda. You even told me that the doctor's say it was a drunk driver. They didn't have their headlights on, so even if she wasn't on her phone than she would still be in there." Gordo said, trying to make them both feel better.
"We both have to be strong now Miranda. You lean on me and I'll lean on you and everything will be okay. We just both have to stay strong for all three of us. Stay with me Miranda." Gordo said. Helping Miranda up and hugging her.
"I'm really sorry, Gordo, I just, I feel like I am just being hit with the impact, you know." Miranda said, staring off into space.
"I know, I know, now let's get back inside." Gordo said as he took hold of her hand and started walking.
They got inside and went up to the front desk. "Hi, can we please see Elizabeth Gordon?" Gordo asked.
"Yes, her room number is 543 in the ICU." The woman said with sympathy in her voice.
"Thank you," Miranda said. They started walking towards her room. They got in and Gordo sat in a chair next to the bed while Miranda stood up.
"Hey Liz." he stopped. "Hey Miranda, do you think you could give us a sec?" Gordo asked.
"Oh, sure," Miranda said as she stepped outside.
"Hey Gordo," Lizzie said ever so softly as she turned her head to look at him. "Owww." she said as she put her head back in her original position. She closed her eyes.
"Lizzie, your up. I'm so glad, are you okay?"
"What happened, where am I?" Lizzie asked, opening her eyes and looking around as much as she could without feeling pained.
"You don't remember?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said so softly that Gordo almost didn't hear.
"You were hit by a drunk driver and you fell out of the car through the windshield." Gordo said, trying not to cry.
"Baby," Lizzie whispered.
"I know, Lizzie, Liz, she didn't make it." Gordo said as he felt himself start to lose control.
"No, no, no, no, no. this isn't happening." Lizzie said. At that moment, Miranda peeked her head through the door.
"Gordo, come here.." she whispered.
"Not now Miranda, Gordo said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yes, Gordo, you have to come now!" Miranda said. Gordo didn't know what it was, but he felt compelled to go see Miranda.
"What is it?" he asked as he got out into the hall.
"In here," Miranda said as she went into the empty room next to Lizzie's.
"What?" Gordo asked, sounding a little more impatient then she meant to.
"I just talked to the doctor and he said Lizzie had severe wounds to her legs, lungs, pancreas and lungs. and." Miranda said.
"And???"
"She might not ever be able to walk again."