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is betaless; all mistakes are my own. Anyway, the story.
"Jesus, McGuire! Watch where you're going sometimes, okay?" a very aggravated David Gordon yelled angrily, pressing his hand up to his nose only to discover he was indeed bleeding. Silently cursing, he glared daggers at the girl he thought was still standing. Any and all thoughts of irritations were completely wiped away from his mind when he looked down at his friend, who was currently sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain, clutching her twisted ankle with one hand and her upper face with the other. A wave of protectiveness immediately flooded over Gordo and he stopped down to gently pick up a disorientated Lizzie from the ground. Apologizing profusely, Lizzie fought to free herself from Gordo's suprisingly strong arms. This was not a position she wanted to be in at the moment, but Gordo wasn't having any of that. Despite the confused mind frame he was in because of Lizzie's.erhm.performance, he had to remember that she was still hurt and needed to be taken to the nurse as soon as possible. And frankly, so did he. Lizzie's quickly bruising cheekbone and wriggling frame snapped him back to reality.
"I'm taking us both to the nurse, McGuire, I suggest that you stop squirming or I'll probably end up bleeding all over you." Gordo said as he awkwardly adjusted his hold on her and began the short trek to the nurse's office. They made quite an interesting couple, Gordo with his head tilted back to shield Lizzie from getting bled upon whilst still attempting to observe where he should be headed and Lizzie with her rapidly swelling ankle trying to stay as still as humanly possible in Gordo's arms. To passersby it was a very amusing sight. Fortunately, no one made any comments about the odd situation.
Thankfully, the pair arrived at the nurse's office quickly. Gordo calmly walked into a side room and delicately placed Lizzie down, as if she'd break if placed down too roughly. He then proceeded to walk over to the nurse.
"My friend and I collided in the hall a few minutes ago, I only have a nose bleed but she has a sore cheekbone and a twisted ankle. I put her in there." Gordo pointed to the room that Lizzie was currently moaning from. Gordo winced at the horrible sounds his friend was making, as if whatever pain she was feeling he was as well.
"I'm glad you had the sense to come here immediately. There's a wad of tissues over there," the nurse gestured to the top of her desk, "I want you to come into the room she is in and lie down on your back on the other bed. Your nosebleed doesn't seem too severe; you should be fine in a little while. I'm going to take care of your friend now." the nurse brushed by him.
Sighing, Gordo walked over to the extremely tidy desk and grabbed a few tissues. Tilting his head back and grabbing the remaining tissues, he slowly walked across the nurse's office to the tiny side room. There were two beds in the room and he took the one literally about three feet away from Lizzie's. 'This is definitely going to be interesting.' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes.
"Ms. McGuire, how exactly did you twist your ankle?" the nurse prodded, taking off her shoe and sock to wrap the ice pack around her tumid ankle.
"Well, I was running down the hall," the nurse made a sour face, "and I accidentally ran into him. The impact made me step back, but I stepped back on the side of my foot and it twisted as I fell over." Lizzie winced at the cold impact of the ice pack being wrapped around her ankle. Thankfully for Gordo, Lizzie had stopped moaning.
"I trust that next time you will walk to your location, as it is obviously not worth getting hurt over. I'll leave you two in here for about 15 minutes. Mr. Gordon, if you feel your nosebleed has stopped before then, feel free to leave. Please check in with me before you do, though. I will be calling both your parents to inform them of your accident." the nurse casually glanced from Lizzie to Gordo before leaving the room, as if to make sure they were both all right.
"I'm sorry Gordo," Lizzie mumbled under her breath the last past, "for everything." Luckily, or unluckily for Lizzie, he happened to catch the last part.
"Jesus, McGuire! Watch where you're going sometimes, okay?" a very aggravated David Gordon yelled angrily, pressing his hand up to his nose only to discover he was indeed bleeding. Silently cursing, he glared daggers at the girl he thought was still standing. Any and all thoughts of irritations were completely wiped away from his mind when he looked down at his friend, who was currently sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain, clutching her twisted ankle with one hand and her upper face with the other. A wave of protectiveness immediately flooded over Gordo and he stopped down to gently pick up a disorientated Lizzie from the ground. Apologizing profusely, Lizzie fought to free herself from Gordo's suprisingly strong arms. This was not a position she wanted to be in at the moment, but Gordo wasn't having any of that. Despite the confused mind frame he was in because of Lizzie's.erhm.performance, he had to remember that she was still hurt and needed to be taken to the nurse as soon as possible. And frankly, so did he. Lizzie's quickly bruising cheekbone and wriggling frame snapped him back to reality.
"I'm taking us both to the nurse, McGuire, I suggest that you stop squirming or I'll probably end up bleeding all over you." Gordo said as he awkwardly adjusted his hold on her and began the short trek to the nurse's office. They made quite an interesting couple, Gordo with his head tilted back to shield Lizzie from getting bled upon whilst still attempting to observe where he should be headed and Lizzie with her rapidly swelling ankle trying to stay as still as humanly possible in Gordo's arms. To passersby it was a very amusing sight. Fortunately, no one made any comments about the odd situation.
Thankfully, the pair arrived at the nurse's office quickly. Gordo calmly walked into a side room and delicately placed Lizzie down, as if she'd break if placed down too roughly. He then proceeded to walk over to the nurse.
"My friend and I collided in the hall a few minutes ago, I only have a nose bleed but she has a sore cheekbone and a twisted ankle. I put her in there." Gordo pointed to the room that Lizzie was currently moaning from. Gordo winced at the horrible sounds his friend was making, as if whatever pain she was feeling he was as well.
"I'm glad you had the sense to come here immediately. There's a wad of tissues over there," the nurse gestured to the top of her desk, "I want you to come into the room she is in and lie down on your back on the other bed. Your nosebleed doesn't seem too severe; you should be fine in a little while. I'm going to take care of your friend now." the nurse brushed by him.
Sighing, Gordo walked over to the extremely tidy desk and grabbed a few tissues. Tilting his head back and grabbing the remaining tissues, he slowly walked across the nurse's office to the tiny side room. There were two beds in the room and he took the one literally about three feet away from Lizzie's. 'This is definitely going to be interesting.' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes.
"Ms. McGuire, how exactly did you twist your ankle?" the nurse prodded, taking off her shoe and sock to wrap the ice pack around her tumid ankle.
"Well, I was running down the hall," the nurse made a sour face, "and I accidentally ran into him. The impact made me step back, but I stepped back on the side of my foot and it twisted as I fell over." Lizzie winced at the cold impact of the ice pack being wrapped around her ankle. Thankfully for Gordo, Lizzie had stopped moaning.
"I trust that next time you will walk to your location, as it is obviously not worth getting hurt over. I'll leave you two in here for about 15 minutes. Mr. Gordon, if you feel your nosebleed has stopped before then, feel free to leave. Please check in with me before you do, though. I will be calling both your parents to inform them of your accident." the nurse casually glanced from Lizzie to Gordo before leaving the room, as if to make sure they were both all right.
"I'm sorry Gordo," Lizzie mumbled under her breath the last past, "for everything." Luckily, or unluckily for Lizzie, he happened to catch the last part.
