Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Lizzie McGuire franchise.
A/N: Well, I just took my sweet time updating this. It doesn't seem to
be getting many reactions, but I digress. I'll keep going, I suppose.
I may end up deleting this. Which reminds I need to delete "How Did We
Get Here?" By the way, I have no idea what Miranda's parents names
are. Anyone?
Dealing
Chapter 3: The News
~Miranda~
We drove to Northern Community Hospital in silence. Well, my mom was still crying hysterically next to me, but other than that, silence.
My dad was at the office. I had called him when we started driving. I had to call him out of a meeting, but oh well. He left right away. Knowing him and his driving, he's probably there already.
Although, I am speeding quite nicely if I do say so myself.
Finally! I could see the hospital building. I pulled into visitor parking. Next, the Emergency Room. Scary.
I've been in the ER many times, for myself. I like it when it's for myself. Not like I take pleasure in it, it's just easier to handle. Liv being in there was different. I've never visited anyone who was in the ER. I've only visited my grandma after a surgery she had. No need to worry there, this needs worrying. I don't even know why I'm here.
I had to talk to the lady at the front desk to find out where Liv was. Like my mom could do it. I wonder why I'm not crying like she is? Maybe she knows something I don't.
"Olivia Sanchez is in Room 3." The lady remarked, checking her sheet. I said thanks and went to find Room 3.
It wasn't really a room. It was more of a curtain with a sign that said '3.' Well, let's go see what's behind curtain number 3. It'd be nice if it was a trip.
Liv looked really bad. I'm pretty sure that she was unconscious. Or asleep. Same thing. A doctor came in.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Meyers. You must be Olivia's mother." Mom nodded. "And, you're the sister?"
"Yeah. Is she going to be okay?" My voice wavered a little.
"We'll see." He had hesitated. And that doesn't sound like a very comforting answer to me.
Before I could ask more questions, my dad came in and hugged my mom.
"Mr. And Mrs. Sanchez. I would like to speak to you." Dr. Meyers said.
And guess where Miranda goes?
The waiting room. Waiting is not my idea of fun, let me tell you. There weren't even any good magazines to read. Not like I would have been paying attention.
My cell phone rang. It was Lizzie. Figures.
"Hey, Liz." I sounded a little irritated, but it wasn't towards her.
"How is she?"
She had heard. Duh. "I have no idea. I'm in the waiting room."
"Fun times." Lizzie was at least trying to cheer me up. I'll bite.
"Oh, yeah. I got me some nice Golf Weekly and National Geographic."
"No Highlights?"
"No. There's no Highlights."
"Darn. Where are your parents?"
'Talking to the doctor. Apparently being the sister of the patient isn't enough to hear what he has to say."
"I'm sure it's nothing. She was probably just fatigued or something."
"Yeah. Or something." I've been in this waiting room for 10 minutes. How long does it take to tell someone that they're fatigued?
"Miranda, Olivia never gets sick. You know that. She'll be fine."
"You're right." Enter the parentals. "Liz, my parents just walked in, I'll call you back."
"Bye." We hung up.
Question: Am I ready to hear this?
"Well? What's wrong with her?" I hadn't thought of an answer to that question, but instinct took over.
"They're not positive yet." My dad answered.
"What does that mean?" Lost: Party of one. HERE!
"They have a few possibilities of what it could be, but they need to do more tests."
Obviously it wasn't fatigue.
**3 hours later**
Ever tried sleeping in a waiting room? It doesn't work. Especially when you don't know why you're in the waiting room in the first place.
Dr. Meyers came striding in. Perfect timing. I was about to scream.
"Mr. And Mrs. Sanchez. We have some news. Come with me please."
Again with the leaving me. I'm excited.
This time, they came back after five minutes. Approximately.
They looked upset.
"Mom? Dad? What is it?"
"A tumor." My dad answered.
I froze. I was just trying to grasp that. A tumor? Liv? Has one? I think I have an answer to that question. NO!
I gulped. "Are they sure?"
"Not 100% yet. They're still waiting for some more test results to come back, but most likely, it is a tumor."
"Can-Can we see her?"
"She's still out, but the doctor said we could. Come on."
A/N: Dun dun dun! REVIEW!
A/N: Well, I just took my sweet time updating this. It doesn't seem to
be getting many reactions, but I digress. I'll keep going, I suppose.
I may end up deleting this. Which reminds I need to delete "How Did We
Get Here?" By the way, I have no idea what Miranda's parents names
are. Anyone?
Dealing
Chapter 3: The News
~Miranda~
We drove to Northern Community Hospital in silence. Well, my mom was still crying hysterically next to me, but other than that, silence.
My dad was at the office. I had called him when we started driving. I had to call him out of a meeting, but oh well. He left right away. Knowing him and his driving, he's probably there already.
Although, I am speeding quite nicely if I do say so myself.
Finally! I could see the hospital building. I pulled into visitor parking. Next, the Emergency Room. Scary.
I've been in the ER many times, for myself. I like it when it's for myself. Not like I take pleasure in it, it's just easier to handle. Liv being in there was different. I've never visited anyone who was in the ER. I've only visited my grandma after a surgery she had. No need to worry there, this needs worrying. I don't even know why I'm here.
I had to talk to the lady at the front desk to find out where Liv was. Like my mom could do it. I wonder why I'm not crying like she is? Maybe she knows something I don't.
"Olivia Sanchez is in Room 3." The lady remarked, checking her sheet. I said thanks and went to find Room 3.
It wasn't really a room. It was more of a curtain with a sign that said '3.' Well, let's go see what's behind curtain number 3. It'd be nice if it was a trip.
Liv looked really bad. I'm pretty sure that she was unconscious. Or asleep. Same thing. A doctor came in.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Meyers. You must be Olivia's mother." Mom nodded. "And, you're the sister?"
"Yeah. Is she going to be okay?" My voice wavered a little.
"We'll see." He had hesitated. And that doesn't sound like a very comforting answer to me.
Before I could ask more questions, my dad came in and hugged my mom.
"Mr. And Mrs. Sanchez. I would like to speak to you." Dr. Meyers said.
And guess where Miranda goes?
The waiting room. Waiting is not my idea of fun, let me tell you. There weren't even any good magazines to read. Not like I would have been paying attention.
My cell phone rang. It was Lizzie. Figures.
"Hey, Liz." I sounded a little irritated, but it wasn't towards her.
"How is she?"
She had heard. Duh. "I have no idea. I'm in the waiting room."
"Fun times." Lizzie was at least trying to cheer me up. I'll bite.
"Oh, yeah. I got me some nice Golf Weekly and National Geographic."
"No Highlights?"
"No. There's no Highlights."
"Darn. Where are your parents?"
'Talking to the doctor. Apparently being the sister of the patient isn't enough to hear what he has to say."
"I'm sure it's nothing. She was probably just fatigued or something."
"Yeah. Or something." I've been in this waiting room for 10 minutes. How long does it take to tell someone that they're fatigued?
"Miranda, Olivia never gets sick. You know that. She'll be fine."
"You're right." Enter the parentals. "Liz, my parents just walked in, I'll call you back."
"Bye." We hung up.
Question: Am I ready to hear this?
"Well? What's wrong with her?" I hadn't thought of an answer to that question, but instinct took over.
"They're not positive yet." My dad answered.
"What does that mean?" Lost: Party of one. HERE!
"They have a few possibilities of what it could be, but they need to do more tests."
Obviously it wasn't fatigue.
**3 hours later**
Ever tried sleeping in a waiting room? It doesn't work. Especially when you don't know why you're in the waiting room in the first place.
Dr. Meyers came striding in. Perfect timing. I was about to scream.
"Mr. And Mrs. Sanchez. We have some news. Come with me please."
Again with the leaving me. I'm excited.
This time, they came back after five minutes. Approximately.
They looked upset.
"Mom? Dad? What is it?"
"A tumor." My dad answered.
I froze. I was just trying to grasp that. A tumor? Liv? Has one? I think I have an answer to that question. NO!
I gulped. "Are they sure?"
"Not 100% yet. They're still waiting for some more test results to come back, but most likely, it is a tumor."
"Can-Can we see her?"
"She's still out, but the doctor said we could. Come on."
A/N: Dun dun dun! REVIEW!
