Gordo and Miranda were going 20 over the speed limit. Gordo was deep in
thought. Should they call the McGuires? No, surely, they had already heard
the news. What if Lizzie was paralyzed, or brain dead, or, worst of all
what if Gordo didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Gordo turned off his
thoughts right then and there. Like turning off a light switch. Soon they
reached the road they had been told was the site of the accident.
Miranda eased her foot slowly off the gas. She didn't want to miss the site.But, as she soon found out, that wasn't necessary... She'd have no problem missing it. Four ambulances and three police cars surrounded Lizzie's now unidentifiable car. A man in his mid forties was bleeding from a gash in his forehead talking to the police. Miranda guessed that he was the man who owned what looked like it had at one time been a red jeep. Before the car could even stop Gordo lept from the passenger side and ran towards the wreckage.
One thing had shocked Gordo as he and Miranda silently viewed the collision, Lizzie was still in her car. He could see her perfect blonde hair cascading down the steering wheel, a tragically beautiful waterfall. Without thinking he lept from the vehicle. Thank god Miranda owned a convertible. Police officers tried to stop him but Gordo wouldn't listen. To the side stood Sam McGuire, his pale face was twisted into a look of shock and remorse. Jo McGuire was collapsed into his arms. Her tortured screams and sobs providing the soundtrack for this horrid occasion. Gordo felt his stomache turned. Matt McGuire was blank, and for the first time in his life it appeared as though he had absolutely nothing to say.
Gordo ran to Lizzie faster than he had ever ran before. He reached the front door and pulled it open.
"STOP! STOP IT!" yelled a paramedic.
Gordo ignored him.
"Eh, let it go Bill as long as he doesn't move her there is no reason why he cant be near her...The stretcher will be ready soon anyways." said another paramedic.
Lizzie was a mess. She was covered with blood. Her breath was shallow and uneven and Gordo could tell from her clammy skin and shaky pulse that something was wrong...something was very wrong. Her eyes were puffy and swollen. He removed his hoodie, the oldest hoodie he owned in fact, but even if he had just bought it yesterday he wouldv'e given it to Lizzie. He placed it under her head, moving her as little as possible, and as he did this she began to stir. This surprised Gordo, he thought she had been unconscious.
Lizzie McGuire was very confused. She felt like she was awake but there were black shadows creeping into her realm of vision and everything felt oddly dreamlike. Something sticky,wet, and warm covered her face. "There goes my foundation" , she thought, unaware of what was going on. Gordo was looking down at her. He looked as if he had been crying. He reached down and grabbed her hand. "What's he doing?" she thought...."where am I anyways...wait...what about graduation!!!!"
Gordo was pleased to see that she began to come around. Miranda rushed to his side and began crying at the site of her.
"Miranda" Gordo said calmly, "I think it would be best for you and for Lizzie if you went over there with the McGuires...there is no point in upsetting her right now"
"I know Gordo..." Miranda said as she squeezed his shoulders and kissed lizzie on the forearm.
"Just...tell me everything is going to be okay..." Her eyes accentuated her speech, an accompanying plea coming from both her lips and her gorgeous Spanish eyes. That was the moment when Gordo realized that his best friend Miranda Sanchez was beautiful.
"Everything is going to be fine...I'm here"he said, and with that Miranda trotted up to the McGuires and encased Jo in a huge embrace.
"Gordo..." the weak voice seemed to rise from nowhere. But Gordo knew that voice like he new his fist name.
"Yes, Lizzie?" Gordo inquired soothingly.
"I'm gonna be really late for graduation" she said and stunned Gordo with a beautiful smile. How could something that beautiful be coming from a girl in such pain. Unfortunately for Gordo, that was the moment that he realized that his best friend Elizabeth McGuire was also beautiful.
"Lizzie I want you to temmmrrrrr" Gordo's words became murmur's to Lizzie. The shadows were closing in on Gordo. She was tired, very tired. And she seamed weak and faint. She felt herself fading out, as if someone had used a knob to dim a chandelier. It was as if she was a balloon who had been let go. The last thing she saw was Gordo lean in and kiss her very softly on the lips. For some reason, she was very happy she got to see that.
Subconciously, Gordo knew that Lizzie was in some sense, leaving him. Perhaps that's why he had been compelled to kiss her. Softly, very softly, hoping that it would sooth lizzie. When he pulled back from the kiss he reached for her wrist. He couldn't feel her pulse.
Gordo plunged into panic.
"SHE DOESN'T HAVE A PULSE" he screamed, while simultaneously sobbing,"HELP SOMEBODY PLEAAAAAASE!!!!" the paramedics rushed over. Gordo was feeling light headed again. He sat down on the pavement and watched as Lizzies body was toiled over. At that moment Lizzie was dead. Her heart wasn't beating. Gordo broke down. Miranda fell next to him. Sobbing. He held her head to his chest and the cried together. They stopped only when they heard that Lizzie had a pulse and was being transported to Hillridge General Hospital right that very moment.
Miranda was too shook up to drive. Sam drove her and Gordo to the hospital, Jo rode in the ambulance. Gordo and Miranda held hands all the way to the hospital. Matt sat like a stone. And Sam, being a pessimist by nature, began thinking of funeral plans.
Miranda eased her foot slowly off the gas. She didn't want to miss the site.But, as she soon found out, that wasn't necessary... She'd have no problem missing it. Four ambulances and three police cars surrounded Lizzie's now unidentifiable car. A man in his mid forties was bleeding from a gash in his forehead talking to the police. Miranda guessed that he was the man who owned what looked like it had at one time been a red jeep. Before the car could even stop Gordo lept from the passenger side and ran towards the wreckage.
One thing had shocked Gordo as he and Miranda silently viewed the collision, Lizzie was still in her car. He could see her perfect blonde hair cascading down the steering wheel, a tragically beautiful waterfall. Without thinking he lept from the vehicle. Thank god Miranda owned a convertible. Police officers tried to stop him but Gordo wouldn't listen. To the side stood Sam McGuire, his pale face was twisted into a look of shock and remorse. Jo McGuire was collapsed into his arms. Her tortured screams and sobs providing the soundtrack for this horrid occasion. Gordo felt his stomache turned. Matt McGuire was blank, and for the first time in his life it appeared as though he had absolutely nothing to say.
Gordo ran to Lizzie faster than he had ever ran before. He reached the front door and pulled it open.
"STOP! STOP IT!" yelled a paramedic.
Gordo ignored him.
"Eh, let it go Bill as long as he doesn't move her there is no reason why he cant be near her...The stretcher will be ready soon anyways." said another paramedic.
Lizzie was a mess. She was covered with blood. Her breath was shallow and uneven and Gordo could tell from her clammy skin and shaky pulse that something was wrong...something was very wrong. Her eyes were puffy and swollen. He removed his hoodie, the oldest hoodie he owned in fact, but even if he had just bought it yesterday he wouldv'e given it to Lizzie. He placed it under her head, moving her as little as possible, and as he did this she began to stir. This surprised Gordo, he thought she had been unconscious.
Lizzie McGuire was very confused. She felt like she was awake but there were black shadows creeping into her realm of vision and everything felt oddly dreamlike. Something sticky,wet, and warm covered her face. "There goes my foundation" , she thought, unaware of what was going on. Gordo was looking down at her. He looked as if he had been crying. He reached down and grabbed her hand. "What's he doing?" she thought...."where am I anyways...wait...what about graduation!!!!"
Gordo was pleased to see that she began to come around. Miranda rushed to his side and began crying at the site of her.
"Miranda" Gordo said calmly, "I think it would be best for you and for Lizzie if you went over there with the McGuires...there is no point in upsetting her right now"
"I know Gordo..." Miranda said as she squeezed his shoulders and kissed lizzie on the forearm.
"Just...tell me everything is going to be okay..." Her eyes accentuated her speech, an accompanying plea coming from both her lips and her gorgeous Spanish eyes. That was the moment when Gordo realized that his best friend Miranda Sanchez was beautiful.
"Everything is going to be fine...I'm here"he said, and with that Miranda trotted up to the McGuires and encased Jo in a huge embrace.
"Gordo..." the weak voice seemed to rise from nowhere. But Gordo knew that voice like he new his fist name.
"Yes, Lizzie?" Gordo inquired soothingly.
"I'm gonna be really late for graduation" she said and stunned Gordo with a beautiful smile. How could something that beautiful be coming from a girl in such pain. Unfortunately for Gordo, that was the moment that he realized that his best friend Elizabeth McGuire was also beautiful.
"Lizzie I want you to temmmrrrrr" Gordo's words became murmur's to Lizzie. The shadows were closing in on Gordo. She was tired, very tired. And she seamed weak and faint. She felt herself fading out, as if someone had used a knob to dim a chandelier. It was as if she was a balloon who had been let go. The last thing she saw was Gordo lean in and kiss her very softly on the lips. For some reason, she was very happy she got to see that.
Subconciously, Gordo knew that Lizzie was in some sense, leaving him. Perhaps that's why he had been compelled to kiss her. Softly, very softly, hoping that it would sooth lizzie. When he pulled back from the kiss he reached for her wrist. He couldn't feel her pulse.
Gordo plunged into panic.
"SHE DOESN'T HAVE A PULSE" he screamed, while simultaneously sobbing,"HELP SOMEBODY PLEAAAAAASE!!!!" the paramedics rushed over. Gordo was feeling light headed again. He sat down on the pavement and watched as Lizzies body was toiled over. At that moment Lizzie was dead. Her heart wasn't beating. Gordo broke down. Miranda fell next to him. Sobbing. He held her head to his chest and the cried together. They stopped only when they heard that Lizzie had a pulse and was being transported to Hillridge General Hospital right that very moment.
Miranda was too shook up to drive. Sam drove her and Gordo to the hospital, Jo rode in the ambulance. Gordo and Miranda held hands all the way to the hospital. Matt sat like a stone. And Sam, being a pessimist by nature, began thinking of funeral plans.