A/N: Did you enjoy the cliffie? A few of you may have stumbled upon the
real "surprise guest". Read and see if you were right. And review. It
always makes me want to write more.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. If I did, I would pay people to type this story for me.
A Surprise Guest
Chapter 7: Expect the Unexpected
Gordo stepped into his office to grab a few things before his lunch meeting. He sat down at his desk to listen to his messages. The first two were from business associates returning his calls. The third however, was very garbled; he could barely tell who it was.
"Gordo...emergency...call me."
It sounded like Miranda. He quickly dialed her cell phone number, but all it did was ring. He hung the phone up, a little concerned. He was about to try the number again when the floor receptionist, Carol came in.
"Hello Carol. What brings you to this neck of the office?" asked Gordo.
"David, I just received an urgent telephone call from Miss Miranda Sanchez." Replied Carol, gravely.
"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Gordo, very worried.
"It's Elizabeth..she's in the hospital." Explained Carol.
~Meanwhile~
Lizzie opened her eyes slowly, feeling very tired. She looked around the room. She was not at home. From what she could gather she was in a hospital room. But why? She looked in the corner and saw Miranda talking to a nurse. Oh, now she remembered. She had passed out at the mall. But why was she here? Was she really sick?
"Lizzie!" exclaimed Miranda. "You're awake!"
"Hi." Replied Lizzie, weakly.
The nurse came over by the bed and checked Lizzie's vital signs. "Everything's stable." She replied. "Why don't you go see if her fiancée is here yet while I asses her."
"Ok." Agreed Miranda. "Lizzie, I'll be right back."
"I'm not going anywhere." Lizzie joked.
"Ok Miss McGuire, I'm just going to ask you a few questions in order to rule out some things." Explained the nurse. "By the way, I'm Nancy."
"Ok." Replied Lizzie. "Shoot."
"Have you experienced any weight loss recently?" asked Nancy.
"No, I've actually gained a few pounds." Replied Lizzie.
"Any severe headaches, physical sickness?" asked Nancy.
"Well, I've had a virus for a few weeks, I've felt lousy when I first get up, but it gets better as the day goes on." Explained Lizzie.
"Ok." Nancy continued. "Have you had an especially traumatic event occur within the past 6 months. Death of a close family member or friend, job change, any shocking news?"
"No." replied Lizzie.
"Would you say that you are under a lot of stress?" Nancy questioned.
Lizzie was starting to get annoyed with all the inquiries. "Stress?" she asked, her mood suddenly changed to anger. "Well, lets see. I am the sole owner of a store, which until very recently was nothing but a big ball of debt. I'm engaged, which is good, and I've moved in with my fiancée, which is also good, but my mother doesn't know we're living together, which is bad. Gordo is completely wonderful, but incredibly useless when it comes to planning weddings, so I've got that to handle on my own too. Add to that the fact that I've been sick for almost an entire month. Oh yeah, and I just found out yesterday that my arch enemy, who I invited to my wedding to be nice, is bringing my ex-boyfriend as her guest. Plus, I just passed out in to middle of an extremely crowded mall. Do you think I'm stressed, Nurse Nancy?"
Nancy was taken aback by Lizzie's sudden change in attitude. "Well, I would say that you are a prime candidate for an anxiety attack. We'll have to run a few more tests though. I'll consult a doctor."
"Fine." Retorted Lizzie.
Nancy headed out of the room, but stopped, with a sudden thought. "Miss McGuire, have you had your period this month?"
Lizzie thought for a moment. "No. I usually get it every 5 or so weeks, which would mean in a few days. I figured most of this stuff was just PMS."
"Hmm." Replied Nancy. "Well, I think I'll run a pregnancy test just in case."
"Me? Pregnant? No, that is not at all possible." Exclaimed Lizzie. "Well, I suppose it's possible, but I'm not. There's no way."
"It's just a precautionary." Assured Nancy as she left the room.
Lizzie contemplated things for a minute. Could she be pregnant?
Just after she had left, Gordo came rushing in. "Lizzie!" he exclaimed, as he ran to the side of the bed. "Baby, I came as soon as I heard. You have no idea how worried I was."
"I'm fine." She assured him. "A little tired, but fine."
Gordo just kissed her forehead. "I am staying right here until you are released."
Lizzie gave him a nervous smile, wanting to tell him what the nurse had said, but she didn't want to do it in front of Miranda.
"Hey, Miranda?" she asked. "Would you mind calling the producer and explaining why we weren't at the meeting?"
"Sure." Replied Miranda, sensing that Lizzie wanted to talk to Gordo. This was one of those awkward moments that she had to deal with now that her two best friends were more than friends.
"What is it?" asked Gordo, very concerned. "Are you sick?"
"Gordo, I'm in the hospital. What do you think?" asked Lizzie, sarcastically.
"You know what I mean." He told her.
"I don't know anything for sure." She replied. "They don't tell you much around here. It's nothing too serious, probably just a panic attack. But there's one other possibility, and it's starting to make more and more sense."
"What?" asked Gordo.
Just then, the nurse came back into the room, holding a sheet of paper. "Well Lizzie, we finally have a diagnoses."
"You do?" asked Gordo, anxiously.
"Yes." Replied Nancy. "But don't worry. It'll be all over in 9 months."
"You mean she only has 9 months!" asked Gordo, shocked.
"Well, yes." Replied the nurse.
Gordo looked panicked, he still hadn't figured out what was going on. Lizzie looked a different kind of panic, her suspisions had been confirmed. Nancy caught on, and became very amused.
"For someone very smart, you can be really stupid sometimes Gordo." Lizzie remarked.
"You mean you aren't dying?" asked Gordo.
"Dying!" laughed Nancy. "Heavens no! She's pregnant."
Gordo's eyes widened and the room began to spin.
"Oh no! Not another one!" exclaimed Nancy, as Gordo hit the ground.
TBC!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. If I did, I would pay people to type this story for me.
A Surprise Guest
Chapter 7: Expect the Unexpected
Gordo stepped into his office to grab a few things before his lunch meeting. He sat down at his desk to listen to his messages. The first two were from business associates returning his calls. The third however, was very garbled; he could barely tell who it was.
"Gordo...emergency...call me."
It sounded like Miranda. He quickly dialed her cell phone number, but all it did was ring. He hung the phone up, a little concerned. He was about to try the number again when the floor receptionist, Carol came in.
"Hello Carol. What brings you to this neck of the office?" asked Gordo.
"David, I just received an urgent telephone call from Miss Miranda Sanchez." Replied Carol, gravely.
"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Gordo, very worried.
"It's Elizabeth..she's in the hospital." Explained Carol.
~Meanwhile~
Lizzie opened her eyes slowly, feeling very tired. She looked around the room. She was not at home. From what she could gather she was in a hospital room. But why? She looked in the corner and saw Miranda talking to a nurse. Oh, now she remembered. She had passed out at the mall. But why was she here? Was she really sick?
"Lizzie!" exclaimed Miranda. "You're awake!"
"Hi." Replied Lizzie, weakly.
The nurse came over by the bed and checked Lizzie's vital signs. "Everything's stable." She replied. "Why don't you go see if her fiancée is here yet while I asses her."
"Ok." Agreed Miranda. "Lizzie, I'll be right back."
"I'm not going anywhere." Lizzie joked.
"Ok Miss McGuire, I'm just going to ask you a few questions in order to rule out some things." Explained the nurse. "By the way, I'm Nancy."
"Ok." Replied Lizzie. "Shoot."
"Have you experienced any weight loss recently?" asked Nancy.
"No, I've actually gained a few pounds." Replied Lizzie.
"Any severe headaches, physical sickness?" asked Nancy.
"Well, I've had a virus for a few weeks, I've felt lousy when I first get up, but it gets better as the day goes on." Explained Lizzie.
"Ok." Nancy continued. "Have you had an especially traumatic event occur within the past 6 months. Death of a close family member or friend, job change, any shocking news?"
"No." replied Lizzie.
"Would you say that you are under a lot of stress?" Nancy questioned.
Lizzie was starting to get annoyed with all the inquiries. "Stress?" she asked, her mood suddenly changed to anger. "Well, lets see. I am the sole owner of a store, which until very recently was nothing but a big ball of debt. I'm engaged, which is good, and I've moved in with my fiancée, which is also good, but my mother doesn't know we're living together, which is bad. Gordo is completely wonderful, but incredibly useless when it comes to planning weddings, so I've got that to handle on my own too. Add to that the fact that I've been sick for almost an entire month. Oh yeah, and I just found out yesterday that my arch enemy, who I invited to my wedding to be nice, is bringing my ex-boyfriend as her guest. Plus, I just passed out in to middle of an extremely crowded mall. Do you think I'm stressed, Nurse Nancy?"
Nancy was taken aback by Lizzie's sudden change in attitude. "Well, I would say that you are a prime candidate for an anxiety attack. We'll have to run a few more tests though. I'll consult a doctor."
"Fine." Retorted Lizzie.
Nancy headed out of the room, but stopped, with a sudden thought. "Miss McGuire, have you had your period this month?"
Lizzie thought for a moment. "No. I usually get it every 5 or so weeks, which would mean in a few days. I figured most of this stuff was just PMS."
"Hmm." Replied Nancy. "Well, I think I'll run a pregnancy test just in case."
"Me? Pregnant? No, that is not at all possible." Exclaimed Lizzie. "Well, I suppose it's possible, but I'm not. There's no way."
"It's just a precautionary." Assured Nancy as she left the room.
Lizzie contemplated things for a minute. Could she be pregnant?
Just after she had left, Gordo came rushing in. "Lizzie!" he exclaimed, as he ran to the side of the bed. "Baby, I came as soon as I heard. You have no idea how worried I was."
"I'm fine." She assured him. "A little tired, but fine."
Gordo just kissed her forehead. "I am staying right here until you are released."
Lizzie gave him a nervous smile, wanting to tell him what the nurse had said, but she didn't want to do it in front of Miranda.
"Hey, Miranda?" she asked. "Would you mind calling the producer and explaining why we weren't at the meeting?"
"Sure." Replied Miranda, sensing that Lizzie wanted to talk to Gordo. This was one of those awkward moments that she had to deal with now that her two best friends were more than friends.
"What is it?" asked Gordo, very concerned. "Are you sick?"
"Gordo, I'm in the hospital. What do you think?" asked Lizzie, sarcastically.
"You know what I mean." He told her.
"I don't know anything for sure." She replied. "They don't tell you much around here. It's nothing too serious, probably just a panic attack. But there's one other possibility, and it's starting to make more and more sense."
"What?" asked Gordo.
Just then, the nurse came back into the room, holding a sheet of paper. "Well Lizzie, we finally have a diagnoses."
"You do?" asked Gordo, anxiously.
"Yes." Replied Nancy. "But don't worry. It'll be all over in 9 months."
"You mean she only has 9 months!" asked Gordo, shocked.
"Well, yes." Replied the nurse.
Gordo looked panicked, he still hadn't figured out what was going on. Lizzie looked a different kind of panic, her suspisions had been confirmed. Nancy caught on, and became very amused.
"For someone very smart, you can be really stupid sometimes Gordo." Lizzie remarked.
"You mean you aren't dying?" asked Gordo.
"Dying!" laughed Nancy. "Heavens no! She's pregnant."
Gordo's eyes widened and the room began to spin.
"Oh no! Not another one!" exclaimed Nancy, as Gordo hit the ground.
TBC!
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