Chapter 4
We finally made it up the five flights of stairs to Gordo's Hospital room, and we were walking down the hallway that led to his room, 501
And to be quite honest; I was terrified to go in and to see him.
I knew that he wasn't awake yet, Mr. Gordon had mentioned earlier to me that he wouldn't wake for a little while, maybe a day or two.
But yet I was so scared to go into the room and look at his stiff lifeless body. Gordo is always full of life, living everyday the best that he can. Well how is he supposed to live the best he can if he can't even move a muscle.
When we reached the doorknob I swear that I could have fainted, my body began to shake and I could barely even stand up straight. But I kept my posture, and I turned the doorknob; with Mr. Gordon following right behind me.
When we entered the room it smelt of carnations... it was amazing Gordo had only been in the hospital since this morning and there were already Cards and Bouquet's of flowers surrounding him.
I looked over to the right and there was Gordo, laying down looking as content as could be. Although, he had many bandages rapped around his head and other areas that were hit badly. It was absolutely astonishing that he could look just...so...peaceful. He didn't even have a clue what had happened to him on this miserable day. Even though all of us around him did.
I walked over to him, slowly. I was so afraid that if I made one little noise I would ruin everything. It was just so quiet and completely peaceful.
I made it over to the bed where he resided.
Then I gently caressed his kind, and caring face. I wanted so badly for him just to wake up and take me in his arms. I wanted for him to hold me and to kiss me. I just wanted...him.
I looked at his hands and slowly took one into my hand.
Then, I prayed. I prayed until I could not pray anymore. I prayed that Gordo would wake up. I prayed that Gordo would remember me. I prayed...I prayed that Gordo would love me.
Before I even realized it Mr. Gordon handed me a tissue. I had obviously been crying. I didn't even know it. I was so caught up in the moment of being with Gordo.
"Lizzie, how about you talk to him. The doctor's have told us that even though he is unconscious that he can still hear and interpret things that we are saying to him. They even think it will help him heal and become healthier. Plus, you are his best friend and your practically with him all of the time. If anything he should respond to your voice the most." Said a solemn Mr. Gordon.
That is if he even remembers me, thought Lizzie.
But she decided that she would talk to him anyway, actually she really wanted to.
"Hey Gordo. Umm how are ya...kind of a stupid question I guess. Uh anyways, Gordo I really miss you right now. You-...your everything to me. And you have taught me so much about life...Gordo please-... if you can hear me...please just know that...that...that I-...I really love you Gordo. And I- well I would never be the same if you left me. So...if you can hear me just know that I'm rooting for ya...ha...I love you Gordo."
Lizzie couldn't go on talking. Tears made her speech slur. She couldn't take looking at him in this kind of condition.
Mrs. McGuire had just made it up the stairs. When she saw her daughter crying, she decided it was best if they got going.
Lizzie really did not want to leave, personally if she had it her way she would have preferred to stay in that hospital room forever with Gordo. But her mother insisted that they left. And too tired to argue, Lizzie agreed.
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