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A/N: I'm kinda pissed. I had the whole beginning of this up and now it's gone. I don't know what happened. But it did. Gr. Anyways this chapter is the return of our fine feathered friend, Gordo. It's been a while since we've seen him now hasn't it? OH! I forgot to mention that Lizzie included her phone number for Gordo to call her in the note.
Reviews:
Jess: I did say why Parker left. Her adoptive parents made her leave because of her behavior.
Skigrrrrrrrl: We'll see what will happen to Gordo.
Melanie: No crying. Crying is not allowed in reading fanfics! Sorry, bit of a Tom Hanks moment there.
Chapter: No Longer Unknown
Date: April 20. 7 days after the accident.
Mrs. Gordon was seated in an uncomfortable chair next to her unmoving son's hospital bed. She hadn't moved since he had been brought here. Now, though, the room was covered with tokens of comfort from family, friends, coworkers, and classmates.
Slowly, the 17 year old stirred and awoke. This was his first official wakening since the accident. He looked at his unfamiliar surroundings and landed on the only helpful person there was.
"Mom?" He asked his mother who was asleep.
She quickly woke up and looked up at her son. "David?" She asked in disbelief. She had been having this dream every time she slept.
"Where am I? What happened?"
"You don't remember?" He shook his head. She knew it was real, then, because her dream didn't ever go this way. "You and Larry," she paused at Larry's name, "you were in an accident."
"An accident?" He sat and thought back to what had happened before he blacked out. "Oh, now I remember. We were coming home."
"Yes, yes you were.
"And we got hit."
Mrs. Gordon nodded. She was now crying, dreading the time when her son asked about his friend.
"What happened to Larry, Mom?"
"Sweetheart, the car that hit you both, hit Larry harder," she started.
"What are you saying?"
"Honey, I'm sorry, but Larry didn't make it."
"He's...he's dead?"
"How is that possible? He...he"
"I know."
"Dead. When?"
"On impact. 7 days ago."
"I've been out for 7 days?
"Yes."
Then, a nurse came in. "Ah, young Gordon, I see you've woken up.
"Yeah." Gordo replied. It was all he could say at that time. He had just had an anvil dropped on him.
"We have many things to do now that you've come out of your coma. Do you remember anything?"
"I remember."
"Good. The first thing we always have to cover is any chance of amnesia side effects. It's good to see that you remember who you are and everything."
"Son, I'm going to go find your father. He went down to the cafeteria. I'll be back." With that, Mrs. Gordon stood and walked away.
The nurse went out for a second and came back in with a basket filled with envelopes. "These were also sent to you. Don't read them now. Take your time. You need rest and you need to get better so we can get you outta here."
"I'd like that."
The nurse did more tests to see how Gordo was doing. All of his tests came back good. His parents finally went home that night.
Gordo was in his bed unable to sleep. He wanted something to take his mind off of Larry. He glanced at the basket full of envelopes and thought it was his best option. He grabbed for the letter on top and opened the envelope up. He read.
After the first few sentences, he stopped, "Lizzie McGuire? Are you kidding me?" He continued in amazement.
Gordo quickly pressed the little red button, alerting the front desk that he needed something.
An old woman hastily came in, "Yes?"
"Sorry, but can you get me a pen and paper by any chance."
She took out both items. "Here." She left.
"Do I remember you? Are you joking? How could anyone forget the Lizzie McGuire?
I don't know what to say. It's great that you wrote, but again, the circumstances. I'm sure you're ecstatic now, my condition is no longer unknown. I'm awake. I just woke up today, actually. For the first time since the accident. I just found out everything. It's kinda freaky thinking about it, so now I'm occupying my time by writing you back. I would have called or done something sooner, but I thought you wouldn't remember me. I guess we were both wrong. We both remembered. I also would have called after reading this letter, but since I've only just woken, they have yet to put a phone in. I should be getting it soon, though. There are many sorry's going around, and it is a little tiresome, but it means a lot to me that you cared enough to do this. Nervous little 14 year old girl with a mild crush on a boy, huh? Well, you're now reading the words of a still shaky 17 year old boy, around any girl. Especially the one's he's interested in. By the way, you learned Stream of Consciousness too? It always works when you want to get out feelings. Also, I say, don't read it over, you'll make too many corrections and it will turn out badly.
-Gordo"
A/N: This story is going to have about 20 chapters, without including the prologue.
A/N: I'm kinda pissed. I had the whole beginning of this up and now it's gone. I don't know what happened. But it did. Gr. Anyways this chapter is the return of our fine feathered friend, Gordo. It's been a while since we've seen him now hasn't it? OH! I forgot to mention that Lizzie included her phone number for Gordo to call her in the note.
Reviews:
Jess: I did say why Parker left. Her adoptive parents made her leave because of her behavior.
Skigrrrrrrrl: We'll see what will happen to Gordo.
Melanie: No crying. Crying is not allowed in reading fanfics! Sorry, bit of a Tom Hanks moment there.
Chapter: No Longer Unknown
Date: April 20. 7 days after the accident.
Mrs. Gordon was seated in an uncomfortable chair next to her unmoving son's hospital bed. She hadn't moved since he had been brought here. Now, though, the room was covered with tokens of comfort from family, friends, coworkers, and classmates.
Slowly, the 17 year old stirred and awoke. This was his first official wakening since the accident. He looked at his unfamiliar surroundings and landed on the only helpful person there was.
"Mom?" He asked his mother who was asleep.
She quickly woke up and looked up at her son. "David?" She asked in disbelief. She had been having this dream every time she slept.
"Where am I? What happened?"
"You don't remember?" He shook his head. She knew it was real, then, because her dream didn't ever go this way. "You and Larry," she paused at Larry's name, "you were in an accident."
"An accident?" He sat and thought back to what had happened before he blacked out. "Oh, now I remember. We were coming home."
"Yes, yes you were.
"And we got hit."
Mrs. Gordon nodded. She was now crying, dreading the time when her son asked about his friend.
"What happened to Larry, Mom?"
"Sweetheart, the car that hit you both, hit Larry harder," she started.
"What are you saying?"
"Honey, I'm sorry, but Larry didn't make it."
"He's...he's dead?"
"How is that possible? He...he"
"I know."
"Dead. When?"
"On impact. 7 days ago."
"I've been out for 7 days?
"Yes."
Then, a nurse came in. "Ah, young Gordon, I see you've woken up.
"Yeah." Gordo replied. It was all he could say at that time. He had just had an anvil dropped on him.
"We have many things to do now that you've come out of your coma. Do you remember anything?"
"I remember."
"Good. The first thing we always have to cover is any chance of amnesia side effects. It's good to see that you remember who you are and everything."
"Son, I'm going to go find your father. He went down to the cafeteria. I'll be back." With that, Mrs. Gordon stood and walked away.
The nurse went out for a second and came back in with a basket filled with envelopes. "These were also sent to you. Don't read them now. Take your time. You need rest and you need to get better so we can get you outta here."
"I'd like that."
The nurse did more tests to see how Gordo was doing. All of his tests came back good. His parents finally went home that night.
Gordo was in his bed unable to sleep. He wanted something to take his mind off of Larry. He glanced at the basket full of envelopes and thought it was his best option. He grabbed for the letter on top and opened the envelope up. He read.
After the first few sentences, he stopped, "Lizzie McGuire? Are you kidding me?" He continued in amazement.
Gordo quickly pressed the little red button, alerting the front desk that he needed something.
An old woman hastily came in, "Yes?"
"Sorry, but can you get me a pen and paper by any chance."
She took out both items. "Here." She left.
"Do I remember you? Are you joking? How could anyone forget the Lizzie McGuire?
I don't know what to say. It's great that you wrote, but again, the circumstances. I'm sure you're ecstatic now, my condition is no longer unknown. I'm awake. I just woke up today, actually. For the first time since the accident. I just found out everything. It's kinda freaky thinking about it, so now I'm occupying my time by writing you back. I would have called or done something sooner, but I thought you wouldn't remember me. I guess we were both wrong. We both remembered. I also would have called after reading this letter, but since I've only just woken, they have yet to put a phone in. I should be getting it soon, though. There are many sorry's going around, and it is a little tiresome, but it means a lot to me that you cared enough to do this. Nervous little 14 year old girl with a mild crush on a boy, huh? Well, you're now reading the words of a still shaky 17 year old boy, around any girl. Especially the one's he's interested in. By the way, you learned Stream of Consciousness too? It always works when you want to get out feelings. Also, I say, don't read it over, you'll make too many corrections and it will turn out badly.
-Gordo"
A/N: This story is going to have about 20 chapters, without including the prologue.