Chapter Three: Amnesia
A/N: Okay, I KNOW there are a million other stories like this, but I wanna write one, too.
Gordo's POV
As soon as my parents heard the news, they drove to the Hillridge Hospital right away. I told them all the details in the car."
We bounded in. "McGuire, Elizabeth McGuire." I practically shouted at the woman that was behind the counter.
She looked startled, but flipped to a page anyway. "Fourth floor, room 652."
I dashed away from the counter and went to the nearest elevator.. I must have pressed the 'up' button 800 times before the elevator actually opened.
When we got to the fourth floor, I ran across the hallways, fighting the urge to screams "Lizzie!", trying to find 652.
650, 651, 652...
I sprinted inside.
"Lizzie?" I looked around and spotted a bed. She was there, not moving a muscle.
I glanced at the other side of the room. Mr. McGuire, Mrs. McGuire, and Matt were sitting quietly in chairs, while Miranda and her family were outside.
"I'm sorry, only family is allowed." A nurse informed me.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Mrs. McGuire spoke before me.
"He *is* family."
The nurse left, and I ran to the side of the bed. There lay Lizzie, with a big bandage wrapped around her head. She looked so little, so helpless. And yet beautiful.
I was about to touch her pale cheek when my parents appeared in the doorway. "Bad news." Dad said. "She has to have surgery."
***
I sat on a bench outside the operation room, biting my fingernails. Oh, just wait until I saw the creep who did this to her. He was going to get it.
I put my head in my hands and started to weep. Anything could've happened. If an ambulance hadn't come, she could've bled to death. If someone used the wrong surgical tool, she could die.
I couldn't think about it. It was terrible.
It seemed like days that the ten of us sat in silence. Not even Miranda's baby sister cried. We just sat there, hoping for the best to happen. And finally, *finally*, someone came out.
"She, uh... she..." A doctor stuttered, glancing at us nervously.
'Oh no. Please don't tell me that she's dead.' I pleaded. I silently wept a tear.
"She has amnesia."
I let out a heavy sigh I had been holding in for what seemed like ages. She was alive! All she had was amnesia. That's it. Nothing bad.
Wait a second...
AMNESIA?
"Amnesia?" I jumped up before anyone could react to the shocking news. "How bad of a case? How long will it take for her to recover? Wait, *will* she recover? What does she remember?"
"Whoa, slow down. She has a medium case, and she remembers how to talk, and basically everything else, like things she learned in school. She doesn't know who anybody is, and her personal thoughts and memories are lost. And about her recovering... I don't know. She could or she couldn't. If she used to feel very strongly about something, and it exposed to it, maybe, just maybe it would trigger her entire memory back."
"Can I see her? Is she awake?" I asked, very disappointed. Lizzie had forgotten me. She didn't who I was.
It hurt.
The doctor nodded, and I scampered in. I saw him shrug at the parents.
I walked very slowly to the bed that Lizzie was lying in. "Hey." I said softly, wanting to kiss her.
"Can you answer a few questions for me?" She asked out of the blue.
"Anything."
"Am I in heaven?"
"No."
She smiled weakly. "Then why is a god talking to me?"
I blushed madly. She had just called me a god.
SHE CALLED ME A GOD!!!!
I was melting.
"A god? Hardly." I grinned at her.
"Okay, so... I, uh, know this sounds stupid, but... who am I?"
'A goddess.' I wanted to say.
"It's not stupid." I said. "You're Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, but everyone calls you Lizzie."
"Where am I?"
"In the hospital."
She gasped. "Why?"
"Amnesia."
She gasped again. "I have amnesia!?"
"Yeah." I replied sadly.
"Oh." She frowned. "That stinks."
I nodded. "I know."
"Who are you?"
I froze.
I could tell her that I was her boyfriend, then I'd get anything I'd ever wanted. Butt what if her memory came back ? She'd be mad big time, and I couldn't handle that.
But I wanted her so much!
"I..." I sighed. "Am David Gordon, your best friend."
A/N: Okay, I KNOW there are a million other stories like this, but I wanna write one, too.
Gordo's POV
As soon as my parents heard the news, they drove to the Hillridge Hospital right away. I told them all the details in the car."
We bounded in. "McGuire, Elizabeth McGuire." I practically shouted at the woman that was behind the counter.
She looked startled, but flipped to a page anyway. "Fourth floor, room 652."
I dashed away from the counter and went to the nearest elevator.. I must have pressed the 'up' button 800 times before the elevator actually opened.
When we got to the fourth floor, I ran across the hallways, fighting the urge to screams "Lizzie!", trying to find 652.
650, 651, 652...
I sprinted inside.
"Lizzie?" I looked around and spotted a bed. She was there, not moving a muscle.
I glanced at the other side of the room. Mr. McGuire, Mrs. McGuire, and Matt were sitting quietly in chairs, while Miranda and her family were outside.
"I'm sorry, only family is allowed." A nurse informed me.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Mrs. McGuire spoke before me.
"He *is* family."
The nurse left, and I ran to the side of the bed. There lay Lizzie, with a big bandage wrapped around her head. She looked so little, so helpless. And yet beautiful.
I was about to touch her pale cheek when my parents appeared in the doorway. "Bad news." Dad said. "She has to have surgery."
***
I sat on a bench outside the operation room, biting my fingernails. Oh, just wait until I saw the creep who did this to her. He was going to get it.
I put my head in my hands and started to weep. Anything could've happened. If an ambulance hadn't come, she could've bled to death. If someone used the wrong surgical tool, she could die.
I couldn't think about it. It was terrible.
It seemed like days that the ten of us sat in silence. Not even Miranda's baby sister cried. We just sat there, hoping for the best to happen. And finally, *finally*, someone came out.
"She, uh... she..." A doctor stuttered, glancing at us nervously.
'Oh no. Please don't tell me that she's dead.' I pleaded. I silently wept a tear.
"She has amnesia."
I let out a heavy sigh I had been holding in for what seemed like ages. She was alive! All she had was amnesia. That's it. Nothing bad.
Wait a second...
AMNESIA?
"Amnesia?" I jumped up before anyone could react to the shocking news. "How bad of a case? How long will it take for her to recover? Wait, *will* she recover? What does she remember?"
"Whoa, slow down. She has a medium case, and she remembers how to talk, and basically everything else, like things she learned in school. She doesn't know who anybody is, and her personal thoughts and memories are lost. And about her recovering... I don't know. She could or she couldn't. If she used to feel very strongly about something, and it exposed to it, maybe, just maybe it would trigger her entire memory back."
"Can I see her? Is she awake?" I asked, very disappointed. Lizzie had forgotten me. She didn't who I was.
It hurt.
The doctor nodded, and I scampered in. I saw him shrug at the parents.
I walked very slowly to the bed that Lizzie was lying in. "Hey." I said softly, wanting to kiss her.
"Can you answer a few questions for me?" She asked out of the blue.
"Anything."
"Am I in heaven?"
"No."
She smiled weakly. "Then why is a god talking to me?"
I blushed madly. She had just called me a god.
SHE CALLED ME A GOD!!!!
I was melting.
"A god? Hardly." I grinned at her.
"Okay, so... I, uh, know this sounds stupid, but... who am I?"
'A goddess.' I wanted to say.
"It's not stupid." I said. "You're Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, but everyone calls you Lizzie."
"Where am I?"
"In the hospital."
She gasped. "Why?"
"Amnesia."
She gasped again. "I have amnesia!?"
"Yeah." I replied sadly.
"Oh." She frowned. "That stinks."
I nodded. "I know."
"Who are you?"
I froze.
I could tell her that I was her boyfriend, then I'd get anything I'd ever wanted. Butt what if her memory came back ? She'd be mad big time, and I couldn't handle that.
But I wanted her so much!
"I..." I sighed. "Am David Gordon, your best friend."
