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Jo McGuire was one good looking woman. At least that's what Dr.Spence thought. If she wasn't married shed be in for it, he laughed to himself while examining his newest patients chart.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire" he read to himself. Poor girl was only eighteen and the way that things looked now, shed be spending most of her days hauled up In bed sleeping. A real zucchini case if ya catch his meanin. He looked over toward the pretty little girl. She looked peaceful enough, "all that morphine might have something to do with it" he chuckled. She'd cleaned up real nice, but her eyes were still puffy and were now turning and alarming shade of dark blue. "Dead give-away, brain damage..." . And finally after he finished a full evaluation, it came time to do what he hated most about his job, deliver rotten news to what seemed like a relatively happy family...
The sofa felt like wood against Matt's back. He really didn't know what to think. Sure he had given his sister a hard time, but deep down , he loved her. The way that his mother was sobbing was making him uncomfortable. His father's eyes, so much like his own, had grown tired and red and he no longer attempted to comfort his grieving wife. This task was left up to Miranda. Matt glanced at his watch. Already six. They'd been waiting for clearance to visit lizzie this entire time. Matt really needed Melina right now. He needed someone he could count on, something normal, a hand to hold. Relunctantly he moved from his seat and headed towards a pay phone.
Gordo stared into the snack machine at the same snickers bar that he had been staring at for the past four hours. Thoughts swirled in his head but he grasped none of them. He was vaguely aware of Miranda sitting rigidly next to him, still holding his cold, moist hand. He had never been so worried in his entire life,other than the time when Paolo had tricked Lizzie, and Gordo thought that she would be taken away from him forever. He hadn't let that happen then, and he was determined that it wouldn't happen now, but sadly Gordo knew that there was nothing he could do. Lizzie's fate had already been decided and all he was waiting for was a messanger. He didn't have to wait much longer.
About ten minutes after Gordo sat, eyes set on the candy bar, his thoughts resting heavily on the events that took place in Italy, a blonde man who looked to be in his mid thirties entered the waiting room. He introduced himself as Kelin Spence. He then asked that only family remain in the room. Sam stood to face the doctor announcing that everyone gathered around him was in fact, family.
"Very well,", he said,"I regret to inform you that your daughter is still unconscious, in fact it is highly possible that she will remain unconscious, for awhile."
Jo let out a sound not unlike that of a dog whose tail has been stepped upon.
"Please Mrs. McGuire", Kelin continued, pausing only a second to collect his thoughts, he hated breaking such terrible news to a woman so lovely as this.
"Lizzie is in a coma." This statement was met by total silence. Then the McGuires set in with the questions.
"Is there any serious damage?" "Not that we can see, but results will be inconclusive until Ms.McGuire is awake." "Will she stay here?" "Yes, Ms.McGuire will not leave this room until she has regained conciousness." "Doc," same inquired, "what exactly are we looking at here, worst case scenario." "mental retardation, paralysis, and theres always the very strong possibility that Ms.McGuire may never awaken.
This was too much Gordo took off for the nearest rest room. Only then did he let go of Mirandas hand. She was sobbing uncontrollably. He burst into the bathroom doors and allowed what he had been holding back for over 9 ours erupt from within. He lay on the cold tile floor and cried where a thousand people had cried before. Only one thing caused him to move. And that was his girls. Lizzie needed him, if for nothing else than to hold her hand or whisper sweetly in her ear. And Miranda, he needed to be strong for her. He knew that she could be emotionally unstable at times. He decided right then and there that he was going to protect Miranda. It may be too late for him to actively help Lizzie, but he was going to keep Miranda safe.
Dr. Spence decided to leave the room for awhile in order to let the family collect themselves before continuing with what he had to say. On the way out he rested his hand on Jo's shoulder, it seemed to her that the hand rested there a little too long.
Jo McGuire was one good looking woman. At least that's what Dr.Spence thought. If she wasn't married shed be in for it, he laughed to himself while examining his newest patients chart.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire" he read to himself. Poor girl was only eighteen and the way that things looked now, shed be spending most of her days hauled up In bed sleeping. A real zucchini case if ya catch his meanin. He looked over toward the pretty little girl. She looked peaceful enough, "all that morphine might have something to do with it" he chuckled. She'd cleaned up real nice, but her eyes were still puffy and were now turning and alarming shade of dark blue. "Dead give-away, brain damage..." . And finally after he finished a full evaluation, it came time to do what he hated most about his job, deliver rotten news to what seemed like a relatively happy family...
The sofa felt like wood against Matt's back. He really didn't know what to think. Sure he had given his sister a hard time, but deep down , he loved her. The way that his mother was sobbing was making him uncomfortable. His father's eyes, so much like his own, had grown tired and red and he no longer attempted to comfort his grieving wife. This task was left up to Miranda. Matt glanced at his watch. Already six. They'd been waiting for clearance to visit lizzie this entire time. Matt really needed Melina right now. He needed someone he could count on, something normal, a hand to hold. Relunctantly he moved from his seat and headed towards a pay phone.
Gordo stared into the snack machine at the same snickers bar that he had been staring at for the past four hours. Thoughts swirled in his head but he grasped none of them. He was vaguely aware of Miranda sitting rigidly next to him, still holding his cold, moist hand. He had never been so worried in his entire life,other than the time when Paolo had tricked Lizzie, and Gordo thought that she would be taken away from him forever. He hadn't let that happen then, and he was determined that it wouldn't happen now, but sadly Gordo knew that there was nothing he could do. Lizzie's fate had already been decided and all he was waiting for was a messanger. He didn't have to wait much longer.
About ten minutes after Gordo sat, eyes set on the candy bar, his thoughts resting heavily on the events that took place in Italy, a blonde man who looked to be in his mid thirties entered the waiting room. He introduced himself as Kelin Spence. He then asked that only family remain in the room. Sam stood to face the doctor announcing that everyone gathered around him was in fact, family.
"Very well,", he said,"I regret to inform you that your daughter is still unconscious, in fact it is highly possible that she will remain unconscious, for awhile."
Jo let out a sound not unlike that of a dog whose tail has been stepped upon.
"Please Mrs. McGuire", Kelin continued, pausing only a second to collect his thoughts, he hated breaking such terrible news to a woman so lovely as this.
"Lizzie is in a coma." This statement was met by total silence. Then the McGuires set in with the questions.
"Is there any serious damage?" "Not that we can see, but results will be inconclusive until Ms.McGuire is awake." "Will she stay here?" "Yes, Ms.McGuire will not leave this room until she has regained conciousness." "Doc," same inquired, "what exactly are we looking at here, worst case scenario." "mental retardation, paralysis, and theres always the very strong possibility that Ms.McGuire may never awaken.
This was too much Gordo took off for the nearest rest room. Only then did he let go of Mirandas hand. She was sobbing uncontrollably. He burst into the bathroom doors and allowed what he had been holding back for over 9 ours erupt from within. He lay on the cold tile floor and cried where a thousand people had cried before. Only one thing caused him to move. And that was his girls. Lizzie needed him, if for nothing else than to hold her hand or whisper sweetly in her ear. And Miranda, he needed to be strong for her. He knew that she could be emotionally unstable at times. He decided right then and there that he was going to protect Miranda. It may be too late for him to actively help Lizzie, but he was going to keep Miranda safe.
Dr. Spence decided to leave the room for awhile in order to let the family collect themselves before continuing with what he had to say. On the way out he rested his hand on Jo's shoulder, it seemed to her that the hand rested there a little too long.