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Do you Remember?
Were Did This Gordo Come From?
* * *
Lizzie was the first to notice Doctor Charles Jazwinski open the door and leave Gordo's room. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and moved towards them.
"Mr.Gordon?"
Mr. Gordon stood and shook the doctor's outstretched hand. "Hello Doctor Jazwinski. How's my son?"
"Well there is plenty of good news," he replied, "but its going to be a huge lifestyle adjustment for all of you. First of all David is wake, his bones are healing and no scars will be left on his forehead where he slammed into the steering wheel." The three of them gave a small sigh of relief. "Because of the force of the impact, we were afraid that David would have some sort of memory loss. But it is much worse than we thought. David has lost all of his memory. He retains information on daily actives like speech, and motor skills, but has no record of the crash, home life or being at school. The memories are not gone forever, his brain was just hurt, and it compensated by locking away those memories. The process can be reversed however. You have probably heard of patients that have recovered for this type of amnesia. But it needs to be done slowly and with gentle urging to try and have him unlock those memories."
The Gordon's and Lizzie stared back at the doctor with a look of shock. Mr.Gordon fell back into the hospital's orange plastic chair, and placed an arm around his wife. Lizzie looked over at the embracing couple and looked back up to Dr. Jazwinski.
"Well what can we do?" Lizzie asked. She had no way of knowing that this would be the hardest thing that she would ever have to do.
* * *
David or 'Gordo' sat in his bed looking though a stack of get well cards. He flipped though card after card, reading messages like 'Get well soon Gordo!', or 'Hope you feel better Gordo!". Doctor Whatistname had said that his name was David Gordon. It didn't ring a bell at all. Now he was going though a stack of cards that were all to 'Gordo'. Gordo who? His parents had been in to see him. He guessed they were his parents, they talked to him explaining who they were. After asking how he was and if he wanted anything, they had left promising to be back tomorrow. Now he sat back in bed flipping through cards, addressed to a person that he didn't know. Hearing a knock at the door, he called out for them to come in. Placing the cards on the bed side table, he turned to face the people at the door.
* * *
"Please Miranda! Can you please get your ass over here?!" Lizzie begged her best girlfriend. "I can't do this on my own!"
"Lizzie, you guys have been dating for over a year and three months now! Why is it so important that I be there?"
Lizzie told Miranda what the doctor had explained to her about Gordo's memory loss. "He also asked me not to explain our relationship to him. He said that it might be too much for him to take. You know, finding out that you have a serious relationship with someone you don't know? He thinks that it might be too hard for him to sort out right now."
The next words out of Miranda's mouth where a huge source of comfort to Lizzie. "I'll be right there."
* * *
After knocking on the door and hearing a muffled replied, Lizzie pushed it opening and peeked inside. After spending a week checking to see if he was awake before entering, Lizzie was almost surprised to see him sitting up in bed. She grabbed Miranda and pulled her along into the room. It was hard to not drop Miranda's hand and run over to him, but some how she was able to keep herself in check.
"Hey Gordo, how ya feeling?" Miranda moved closer to the bed, standing beside it.
"Great considering I have no idea who 'Gordo' is."
"Oh.." Miranda said taken back with the sarcasm that was dripping from Gordo voice, "well why don't we start from the top? I'm Miranda Sanchez, we've been friends since the 4th grade, when I moved here from Mexico. Next?" Miranda looked to Lizzie.
Lizzie looked up from the spot on the sheets that she had been staring at. "Well I'm Lizzie, Lizzie McGuire, we've known each other since we were both able to move. Best friends since." Lizzie looked up to Gordo. It wasn't the same. The warmth that was usually there was replaced by curiosity. He was searching her over like he could see right thought her. It was like he could tell that she was keeping something from him. She quickly moved her eyes back to the spot on the bed. "I was the one that gave you the nickname 'Gordo' when we were young. It's what everyone calls you." Suddenly she felt very hot. Her eyes snapped up and saw that Gordo was starring at her. Mumbling some thing about needing to use the washroom, she bolted for the bathroom in his room and shut the door. 'Take it easy McGuire,' she thought as she poured water into the sink and splashed it onto her face, 'we were friends once, I can pretend again.'
* * *
"Well um.." Miranda tried to fill the dead air between them (without much luck), "any thing you want to know about? We could play twenty questions. you'll probably have more than that though!"
"Oh ok... Well how about Lizzie? What's with her? Are we dating? When I woke up, she seemed so. so I don't know. different. I mean there's almost an energy between us. "
"Well." just as Miranda was about to answer, Lizzie walked back into the room. Her eyes looked brighter and her face was red from scrubbing.
"Well shall we fill Gordo in on the past 18 years?" Lizzie asked. She rubbed her palms together and hopped on the end of his bed. "Miranda, time to break out the popcorn!"
After the third time that the nurse had to tell the three of them to quite down, Miranda decided to leave before she got kicked out. Saying good byes she packed up her stuff and headed home. Lizzie and Gordo continued talking.
"So what about the first time that we met?" Gordo asked. He picked up a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them.
"Well I don't remember a 'first time'. You've always been there I can't remember a time that I haven't known you." Lizzie titled her head to the side. "I do remember there was this one time in the first grade that you finished all of your math problems so quickly that Mrs. Perish thought that you had copied the answers from her answer key on the desk. She got so mad and told you to stop lying and to tell the truth. But you being, ya know you, stuck with your story of just finishing them fast. Well she sent you to the office and called your parents. When your parents showed up and proved to her that you were able to cite off addition problems, well let's just say that she was a tad embarrassed."
The whole time that Lizzie had been telling him the story, he had been watching her. Since the time that she had come into the room with Miranda, Lizzie had relaxed to the point of them sitting on the bed propped up by a pillow. Siting next to her, he could feel an electric charge that seemed to flow back and forth between them. Since she hadn't shown any reaction to this back (well not since this morning anyway), he just thought that it was normal. How was he supposed to know any better?
"Well I better jet before the nurse comes and kicks me out for the night." Gordo watched as she hopped off the bed and began picking up random stuff around the room.
"Lizzie, before you go can I ask one more question?"
"Sure, shoot."
"So I've been out for about a week right?"
"Yup."
"And the night I woke up you were in my room right?" he noticed a slight blush spreading onto her cheeks.
"Uh ya,"
"So how were you able to stay in my room during the night? I mean don't they kick people out at a certain time?"
"Well ya they do, but your parents gave me permission to stick around when ever. Doctor Jazwinski felt that by talking to you and surrounding you with things that you enjoyed, that it might bring you out of the coma."
Gordo took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was going to say this. He had never been this up front to a girl, at least that he remembered. "So are you something I enjoy?"
Lizzie's mouth fell open with shock. Were did this side of Gordo come from? "Well I . I got to go!" Lizzie squeaked. She grabbed her bag and made a beeline for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow!" she called as she left the room.
Do you Remember?
Were Did This Gordo Come From?
* * *
Lizzie was the first to notice Doctor Charles Jazwinski open the door and leave Gordo's room. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and moved towards them.
"Mr.Gordon?"
Mr. Gordon stood and shook the doctor's outstretched hand. "Hello Doctor Jazwinski. How's my son?"
"Well there is plenty of good news," he replied, "but its going to be a huge lifestyle adjustment for all of you. First of all David is wake, his bones are healing and no scars will be left on his forehead where he slammed into the steering wheel." The three of them gave a small sigh of relief. "Because of the force of the impact, we were afraid that David would have some sort of memory loss. But it is much worse than we thought. David has lost all of his memory. He retains information on daily actives like speech, and motor skills, but has no record of the crash, home life or being at school. The memories are not gone forever, his brain was just hurt, and it compensated by locking away those memories. The process can be reversed however. You have probably heard of patients that have recovered for this type of amnesia. But it needs to be done slowly and with gentle urging to try and have him unlock those memories."
The Gordon's and Lizzie stared back at the doctor with a look of shock. Mr.Gordon fell back into the hospital's orange plastic chair, and placed an arm around his wife. Lizzie looked over at the embracing couple and looked back up to Dr. Jazwinski.
"Well what can we do?" Lizzie asked. She had no way of knowing that this would be the hardest thing that she would ever have to do.
* * *
David or 'Gordo' sat in his bed looking though a stack of get well cards. He flipped though card after card, reading messages like 'Get well soon Gordo!', or 'Hope you feel better Gordo!". Doctor Whatistname had said that his name was David Gordon. It didn't ring a bell at all. Now he was going though a stack of cards that were all to 'Gordo'. Gordo who? His parents had been in to see him. He guessed they were his parents, they talked to him explaining who they were. After asking how he was and if he wanted anything, they had left promising to be back tomorrow. Now he sat back in bed flipping through cards, addressed to a person that he didn't know. Hearing a knock at the door, he called out for them to come in. Placing the cards on the bed side table, he turned to face the people at the door.
* * *
"Please Miranda! Can you please get your ass over here?!" Lizzie begged her best girlfriend. "I can't do this on my own!"
"Lizzie, you guys have been dating for over a year and three months now! Why is it so important that I be there?"
Lizzie told Miranda what the doctor had explained to her about Gordo's memory loss. "He also asked me not to explain our relationship to him. He said that it might be too much for him to take. You know, finding out that you have a serious relationship with someone you don't know? He thinks that it might be too hard for him to sort out right now."
The next words out of Miranda's mouth where a huge source of comfort to Lizzie. "I'll be right there."
* * *
After knocking on the door and hearing a muffled replied, Lizzie pushed it opening and peeked inside. After spending a week checking to see if he was awake before entering, Lizzie was almost surprised to see him sitting up in bed. She grabbed Miranda and pulled her along into the room. It was hard to not drop Miranda's hand and run over to him, but some how she was able to keep herself in check.
"Hey Gordo, how ya feeling?" Miranda moved closer to the bed, standing beside it.
"Great considering I have no idea who 'Gordo' is."
"Oh.." Miranda said taken back with the sarcasm that was dripping from Gordo voice, "well why don't we start from the top? I'm Miranda Sanchez, we've been friends since the 4th grade, when I moved here from Mexico. Next?" Miranda looked to Lizzie.
Lizzie looked up from the spot on the sheets that she had been staring at. "Well I'm Lizzie, Lizzie McGuire, we've known each other since we were both able to move. Best friends since." Lizzie looked up to Gordo. It wasn't the same. The warmth that was usually there was replaced by curiosity. He was searching her over like he could see right thought her. It was like he could tell that she was keeping something from him. She quickly moved her eyes back to the spot on the bed. "I was the one that gave you the nickname 'Gordo' when we were young. It's what everyone calls you." Suddenly she felt very hot. Her eyes snapped up and saw that Gordo was starring at her. Mumbling some thing about needing to use the washroom, she bolted for the bathroom in his room and shut the door. 'Take it easy McGuire,' she thought as she poured water into the sink and splashed it onto her face, 'we were friends once, I can pretend again.'
* * *
"Well um.." Miranda tried to fill the dead air between them (without much luck), "any thing you want to know about? We could play twenty questions. you'll probably have more than that though!"
"Oh ok... Well how about Lizzie? What's with her? Are we dating? When I woke up, she seemed so. so I don't know. different. I mean there's almost an energy between us. "
"Well." just as Miranda was about to answer, Lizzie walked back into the room. Her eyes looked brighter and her face was red from scrubbing.
"Well shall we fill Gordo in on the past 18 years?" Lizzie asked. She rubbed her palms together and hopped on the end of his bed. "Miranda, time to break out the popcorn!"
After the third time that the nurse had to tell the three of them to quite down, Miranda decided to leave before she got kicked out. Saying good byes she packed up her stuff and headed home. Lizzie and Gordo continued talking.
"So what about the first time that we met?" Gordo asked. He picked up a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them.
"Well I don't remember a 'first time'. You've always been there I can't remember a time that I haven't known you." Lizzie titled her head to the side. "I do remember there was this one time in the first grade that you finished all of your math problems so quickly that Mrs. Perish thought that you had copied the answers from her answer key on the desk. She got so mad and told you to stop lying and to tell the truth. But you being, ya know you, stuck with your story of just finishing them fast. Well she sent you to the office and called your parents. When your parents showed up and proved to her that you were able to cite off addition problems, well let's just say that she was a tad embarrassed."
The whole time that Lizzie had been telling him the story, he had been watching her. Since the time that she had come into the room with Miranda, Lizzie had relaxed to the point of them sitting on the bed propped up by a pillow. Siting next to her, he could feel an electric charge that seemed to flow back and forth between them. Since she hadn't shown any reaction to this back (well not since this morning anyway), he just thought that it was normal. How was he supposed to know any better?
"Well I better jet before the nurse comes and kicks me out for the night." Gordo watched as she hopped off the bed and began picking up random stuff around the room.
"Lizzie, before you go can I ask one more question?"
"Sure, shoot."
"So I've been out for about a week right?"
"Yup."
"And the night I woke up you were in my room right?" he noticed a slight blush spreading onto her cheeks.
"Uh ya,"
"So how were you able to stay in my room during the night? I mean don't they kick people out at a certain time?"
"Well ya they do, but your parents gave me permission to stick around when ever. Doctor Jazwinski felt that by talking to you and surrounding you with things that you enjoyed, that it might bring you out of the coma."
Gordo took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was going to say this. He had never been this up front to a girl, at least that he remembered. "So are you something I enjoy?"
Lizzie's mouth fell open with shock. Were did this side of Gordo come from? "Well I . I got to go!" Lizzie squeaked. She grabbed her bag and made a beeline for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow!" she called as she left the room.