Miranda
This was bad. Don't get me wrong, I knew it wasn't good, but I had no idea that it was this bad. I guess, maybe I was still in a state of shock. The last two days have been…I don't know, they were just completely indescribable. It seemed like everything that could possibly go wrong did. It's amazing how fast your life can change in a matter of seconds. It's kind of scary.
Poor Lizzie. She looked like she was taking this better than I thought. What was I thinking? She was holding it in, that's what she was doing. I think she was doing it for Gordo. She had amazing strength, though. The only time I saw her cry was just after I came in. Maybe she was too shocked to cry, which, honestly, is understandable. I don't even know if she's been home. From what I understand, she's been here since it happened, which was about 1:00 Sunday morning. I don't know if she has slept, either.
She had moved from the floor and was now sitting in the chair next to his bed. She was sitting close to him, but she wasn't looking at him. She wasn't really looking at anything; I guess you could say she shut herself off to anything going on around her. She wasn't crying as much now. Only a few lonely tears were allowed to flow from her tired eyes.
My tears had finally subsided. Thank God. I hate it when I cry…especially at a time like this. Once you started it was like impossible to stop. It took so much strength to stop, and now I felt exhausted. And on top of that, my eyes were all red and puffy.
Unfortunately, it was time for me to go. I had to get back to my kids down on the second floor. At least I had something to look forward to when I came to the hospital, instead of this…bad stuff.
"Hey, Lizzie…I have to go…duty calls." I attempted to lighten the mood…just a little. Hey, I wasn't asking for a miracle, just a little smile out of my best bud.
"Okay. I'll be here unless I'm dragged out." She sounded beyond depressed, which I honestly don't blame her. I placed a hand on her shoulder just to let her know I was there for her and if she needed me, or something happened, she knew where I was. She placed her hand on mine to reassure me that she will get me if something does happen. "Bye."
"Bye." And with that, I exited the room fighting back another round of tears. They needed to stay back a little longer. Please, just wait two more hours, that's all I ask, I didn't want the kids to see me like this. And of course, it didn't help. They came, and only because of fear.
What was life going to be like without him? I know he's not dead…but what if? Don't think of me as a bad person because I'm thinking this, I'm just doing what everybody else has told me to do…"Hope for the best, but prepare for the worse." So, that's what I'm doing.
I've tried so many times to imagine life without Gordo, and I can't. I can't even remember what my life was like before I met Lizzie and Gordo. They have been with me through everything…eventful picture days, crushes on Danny Kessler and Ethan Kraft, and so many other things. They've been there for everything.
I remember the first day we all met. It was the first day of second grade. Even then, Lizzie was the friendliest girl in our class, Gordo would talk funny…he was always smart for his age…and Kate was, well, normal.
~Flashback~
I was walked into my new school by my Mami.
"Mami, I don't wanna go to school. I wanna stay home with you and Papi."
"No, Hija. I'm sorry, but you have to go to school and make new friends. You'll be fine." We had finally reached the door to my new classroom. I hoped I'd fit in. I was clinging to my Mami's arm as she knocked and slowly opened the door.
As we entered, everybody became silent; I could feel all eyes on me. A few minutes after I entered a little blond haired girl in blue jeans and a yellow shirt walked up to me.
"Hi! My name's Lizzie, you must be Miranda?" she said in a perky tone. I guess our names were already on our desks and hers was next to an empty one, which had my name on it.
"Yeah…" I was so nervous, but the next thing I knew she was taking me by the hand and leading me to my seat, next to hers.
I sat down slowly and then took one last look at my Mami. I waved goodbye to her and smiled to let her know everything was going to be alright. She waved back and then left.
"Hey guys, this is Miranda, she's new. Miranda, this is Kate and Gordo. So, do you wanna be our friend?" And so, that is when our glorious, 'til death do us part friendship started.
~End Flashback~
Before I knew it, I was in the Pediatrics department. My face was even puffier than before…don't they have eye drops to cure icky tear streaked faces? Maybe I'll have to invent some…I'll be rich!
"Randa!" A small boy named Robbie came running up to me and gave me the largest hug. I really needed that…like you wouldn't believe. Poor thing, he was right now going through yet another round of chemo therapy. But, you wouldn't be able to tell, he acted like everything was normal, which is what they were supposed to be…
"Hey, Robbie! Did you miss me?"
"Of course!...You look sad, Randa. Were you crying?" You know, the thing that I've realized is that nothing gets passed these kids.
"Yeah…"
"Why?" The favorite question of 3-6 year olds everywhere…and it would get so annoying so quick.
It took me a minute to figure how to tell him without making it sound as depressing as it was. "One of my friends is here." That wasn't so bad…
"Is he…dying?" That's why I hated curious little kids! Okay I didn't hate Robbie, but I hate it when kids ask this question. It's so hard to answer without breaking down again.
"I don't know…"
"Can I go see him?" This was the Robbie that I loved. If only everybody saw him when he was like this. He was the sweetest little thing with his shaved head and green eyes. They would always light up at the thought of helping someone else.
"Maybe tomorrow, right now things are a little bad right now. But I'm sure we can see him tomorrow. Now why don't you go play with some of the other kids."
"Okay!" Robbie bounded over to where the other kids were playing with blocks and action figures. I slowly got up from my kneeling position and walked over to the window. It was still raining.
There is just one thing I have to say to whoever is listening out there…please let everything go back to normal…please.
a/n: Okay…please don't throw rotten vegetables at me!!! I know this isn't my best chapter, but that's only because this focuses mainly on Gordo and Lizzie's thoughts, but I need to add something else in their for a little variety. So I'm sorry this chapter sucks. ~Rhiannon~