im back
again... yup... did yall miss me? maybe not... ah well. i kno, long
long break. school screws everyone over. chapter 3 is here... pretty
short... but it has its huge bomb to be dropped.. so dont worry...
lol..
anyways, i STILL own NADA!!!!!
Chapter 3:
"Hello, Ms. Sanchez? It's Gordo…"
As much as Gordo tried to get her consciousness back, he wasn't able to get Miranda to respond to him. With quickness he called 9-1-1 urging for an ambulance to come as soon as possible. Within two minutes, one arrived, ready to rush them over to St. Vincent's Hospital on West 11th street.
And that was where they were now. Waiting for any word on Miranda's condition was Gordo in the waiting area, getting in touch with her mother on his cell phone to let her know what was going on.
"Hello Gordo, how are you?" Daniella greeted him warmly.
"Um, I'm fine. I'm fine…" he began. "But, uh, I'm calling about Miranda."
"Have you heard from her?" she asked with concern. "She…left for New York yesterday. She didn't tell me where she would be staying, or how long she would be gone…she, just left." She paused. "Gordo, if you've heard from her…please tell me."
"I, I have. I have. She's staying with me."
On the other end Ms. Sanchez sighed in relief. "Thank you, you don't know how much better it makes me feel to know that she's staying with you. I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I knew that she was just out there, wandering around the city or just in some hotel."
"Well, I think maybe you should sit down for this," Gordo began. "She was just rushed to the hospital. I'm here too…the doctor's are taking a look at her."
"What happened? Is she OK? Please Gor--"
He cut her off as he continued to explain. "We were dancing…and I guess she felt weak, or lightheaded, or something…and, she just, fainted. I-I-I don't know why, but she just did. I called an ambulance right away and they rushed us over here to St. Vincent's. They're in with her right now, but I don't know what's wrong…they--"
This time it was her that cut him off. "OK, OK Gordo. It's OK. Just…just stay with her--please. And inform me when you hear anything…"
"OK, don't worry Ms. Sanchez…I won't leave her side. Trust me."
"I know you won't." She took a second. "Thank you for calling me."
"I won't let anything happen to her, don't worry. She'll, be OK," Gordo reassured his best friend's mother before ending the phone conversation. "She'll be OK," he had to tell himself as well, because he wasn't too sure if he believed it himself when he said it the first time around. The truth was, he didn't know what to believe. Never had he seen Miranda this sick, or in such a condition, that resulted in her being rushed to the hospital. As a best friend, he was concerned…and as someone who cared about her deeply, he couldn't help but be scared.
***
About two and a half hours had passed since Gordo had made the phone call to Ms. Sanchez, telling her about her daughter's condition. At this point in time he was with his back to the wall while seated on the floor outside of Miranda's hospital room, room number 812 on the eighth floor, waiting for the doctors to un-occupy the room and give him permission to go inside to see her. Upon the second hour of her arrival to the hospital Miranda had been moved to a room.
As he stared at his cell phone, which was off because hospital rules did not permit for it to be on in or near any patients room, Gordo was deep within his thoughts about what was going on. Seriously he could not understand what was going on and why it was happening. Many conclusion started to draw up in his head, trying to find answers and conclusions. Carefully he thought back to earlier that morning when he had heard Miranda throwing up in the bathroom so violently, and wondered why he hadn't seen it then.
"Excuse me son," an older female doctor said to him, interrupting his thoughts. "I'm Dr. Roseburg."
Quickly Gordo looked up, after being a bit startled, noticing the doctor with half a sympathetic smile on her face. "Um, hi. Hi," he began as he started to get up from the floor. "Is--Is Miranda alright?"
"Don't worry, she's in good hands. This hospital is the best," the doctor assured him. "You're Gordo, right?" He nodded. "She's been asking for you. Why don't you go in and see her?"
"Do you know why she passed out? And why she's been throwing up and feeling--"
Placing her hand on his arm, Dr. Roseburg stopped him short and responded, "I think Miranda herself would rather explain what's going on to you than have me do it. So why don't you head inside and she could explain some things…"
After taking a quick glance into the room, looking over at Miranda, Gordo looked back at the doctor and thanked her before making his way inside the room.
"Gordo, hey…" Miranda greeted him with a smile as she removed her respirator. Even though she had been on a respirator and had an IV attached to her arm, she still managed to force a smile on her face. That was the funny thing about her, she was still about to put a smile on her face at times, even when everything around her was deteriorating.
"Hey…" he greeted her as he took up a seat next to her bed and then took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "I called your mom. I told her you're OK. I didn't want to worry her…" Gordo looked at Miranda and saw her mouth a thank you to him. He smiled back slightly at her and began stroking her hand. "Miranda…what's going on? I heard you throwing up this morning. And now this…you just fainting out of nowhere?" He paused for a second, looking down and then bringing his sight back up to her eyes. "You complained about being tired before and…if I didn't know any better…Miranda--are you, pregnant?"
Tears engulfed Miranda's eyes after her best friend brought up the possibility. Thoughts and memories of the past couple of months raced through her mind and she couldn't bear to think about any of them. "God Gordo…if it were only that simple…if it were only that simple…"
"No, no…you can get through this…a baby is--"
Miranda cut him off, not allowing him to go any further with his thoughts. "Gordo, I'm not pregnant…I'm not. I…I…I have breast cancer…"
The words hit Gordo like a pile of bricks. Breast cancer. His best friend, someone who he never imagined could be weakened by anything, was diagnosed with cancer. He couldn't believe it. A million thoughts raced through his mind about what Miranda had just confessed to him. It was like a bomb had just gone of and he had no control over it. She was crying right in front of him, and he had no way to control her tears.
"Miranda…Oh my god…It'll be OK…" he told her as he took her hand a kissed it. "It'll be OK," he once again reassured her. Quickly he took her in his arms into an embrace. He didn't want to let go, he just wanted to make sure that she felt safe and cared for. In his mind he told himself that he needed to protect her and not let anything happen to her now. He couldn't let anything happen to her. "I'm here for you…I'm here for you…I'm not leaving your side…"
anyways, i STILL own NADA!!!!!
Chapter 3:
"Hello, Ms. Sanchez? It's Gordo…"
As much as Gordo tried to get her consciousness back, he wasn't able to get Miranda to respond to him. With quickness he called 9-1-1 urging for an ambulance to come as soon as possible. Within two minutes, one arrived, ready to rush them over to St. Vincent's Hospital on West 11th street.
And that was where they were now. Waiting for any word on Miranda's condition was Gordo in the waiting area, getting in touch with her mother on his cell phone to let her know what was going on.
"Hello Gordo, how are you?" Daniella greeted him warmly.
"Um, I'm fine. I'm fine…" he began. "But, uh, I'm calling about Miranda."
"Have you heard from her?" she asked with concern. "She…left for New York yesterday. She didn't tell me where she would be staying, or how long she would be gone…she, just left." She paused. "Gordo, if you've heard from her…please tell me."
"I, I have. I have. She's staying with me."
On the other end Ms. Sanchez sighed in relief. "Thank you, you don't know how much better it makes me feel to know that she's staying with you. I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I knew that she was just out there, wandering around the city or just in some hotel."
"Well, I think maybe you should sit down for this," Gordo began. "She was just rushed to the hospital. I'm here too…the doctor's are taking a look at her."
"What happened? Is she OK? Please Gor--"
He cut her off as he continued to explain. "We were dancing…and I guess she felt weak, or lightheaded, or something…and, she just, fainted. I-I-I don't know why, but she just did. I called an ambulance right away and they rushed us over here to St. Vincent's. They're in with her right now, but I don't know what's wrong…they--"
This time it was her that cut him off. "OK, OK Gordo. It's OK. Just…just stay with her--please. And inform me when you hear anything…"
"OK, don't worry Ms. Sanchez…I won't leave her side. Trust me."
"I know you won't." She took a second. "Thank you for calling me."
"I won't let anything happen to her, don't worry. She'll, be OK," Gordo reassured his best friend's mother before ending the phone conversation. "She'll be OK," he had to tell himself as well, because he wasn't too sure if he believed it himself when he said it the first time around. The truth was, he didn't know what to believe. Never had he seen Miranda this sick, or in such a condition, that resulted in her being rushed to the hospital. As a best friend, he was concerned…and as someone who cared about her deeply, he couldn't help but be scared.
***
About two and a half hours had passed since Gordo had made the phone call to Ms. Sanchez, telling her about her daughter's condition. At this point in time he was with his back to the wall while seated on the floor outside of Miranda's hospital room, room number 812 on the eighth floor, waiting for the doctors to un-occupy the room and give him permission to go inside to see her. Upon the second hour of her arrival to the hospital Miranda had been moved to a room.
As he stared at his cell phone, which was off because hospital rules did not permit for it to be on in or near any patients room, Gordo was deep within his thoughts about what was going on. Seriously he could not understand what was going on and why it was happening. Many conclusion started to draw up in his head, trying to find answers and conclusions. Carefully he thought back to earlier that morning when he had heard Miranda throwing up in the bathroom so violently, and wondered why he hadn't seen it then.
"Excuse me son," an older female doctor said to him, interrupting his thoughts. "I'm Dr. Roseburg."
Quickly Gordo looked up, after being a bit startled, noticing the doctor with half a sympathetic smile on her face. "Um, hi. Hi," he began as he started to get up from the floor. "Is--Is Miranda alright?"
"Don't worry, she's in good hands. This hospital is the best," the doctor assured him. "You're Gordo, right?" He nodded. "She's been asking for you. Why don't you go in and see her?"
"Do you know why she passed out? And why she's been throwing up and feeling--"
Placing her hand on his arm, Dr. Roseburg stopped him short and responded, "I think Miranda herself would rather explain what's going on to you than have me do it. So why don't you head inside and she could explain some things…"
After taking a quick glance into the room, looking over at Miranda, Gordo looked back at the doctor and thanked her before making his way inside the room.
"Gordo, hey…" Miranda greeted him with a smile as she removed her respirator. Even though she had been on a respirator and had an IV attached to her arm, she still managed to force a smile on her face. That was the funny thing about her, she was still about to put a smile on her face at times, even when everything around her was deteriorating.
"Hey…" he greeted her as he took up a seat next to her bed and then took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "I called your mom. I told her you're OK. I didn't want to worry her…" Gordo looked at Miranda and saw her mouth a thank you to him. He smiled back slightly at her and began stroking her hand. "Miranda…what's going on? I heard you throwing up this morning. And now this…you just fainting out of nowhere?" He paused for a second, looking down and then bringing his sight back up to her eyes. "You complained about being tired before and…if I didn't know any better…Miranda--are you, pregnant?"
Tears engulfed Miranda's eyes after her best friend brought up the possibility. Thoughts and memories of the past couple of months raced through her mind and she couldn't bear to think about any of them. "God Gordo…if it were only that simple…if it were only that simple…"
"No, no…you can get through this…a baby is--"
Miranda cut him off, not allowing him to go any further with his thoughts. "Gordo, I'm not pregnant…I'm not. I…I…I have breast cancer…"
The words hit Gordo like a pile of bricks. Breast cancer. His best friend, someone who he never imagined could be weakened by anything, was diagnosed with cancer. He couldn't believe it. A million thoughts raced through his mind about what Miranda had just confessed to him. It was like a bomb had just gone of and he had no control over it. She was crying right in front of him, and he had no way to control her tears.
"Miranda…Oh my god…It'll be OK…" he told her as he took her hand a kissed it. "It'll be OK," he once again reassured her. Quickly he took her in his arms into an embrace. He didn't want to let go, he just wanted to make sure that she felt safe and cared for. In his mind he told himself that he needed to protect her and not let anything happen to her now. He couldn't let anything happen to her. "I'm here for you…I'm here for you…I'm not leaving your side…"