"Ugh." Thought Lizzie McGuire, "I haven't had morning breath like this in a
very long time." Lizzie had just awoken from what seemed like a very deep,
sleep that had lasted for at least 12 hours.
"What day is it? And why didn't my alarm clock wake me up?" Lizzie pondered silently to herself. She tried to open her eyes but the bright light only irritated her already strong migraine. She had never had a migraine quite like this one, it maliciously pounded to an unheard cadence, and every move she made seemed to egg on the cacophony.
A strand of her was on her face and she went to lift her arm and wipe it away. It was then when Lizzie made the most horrific discovery yet, worse than the migraine, or her inability to open her eyes. Lizzie couldn't move her arm. She tried the other arm, and then both legs, her breathing began to increase rapidly.
"What the hell is going on? I can't move, I can't open my eyes, and my head is pounding." Feeling more frightened than she had ever felt before she decided to call for her mother, who was surely downstairs making breakfast.
She opened her mouth, but the sound that escaped was hoarse and quiet. She yelled anyways. She yelled until her throat was throbbing and tears streamed down her face. Something was seriously wrong. What if no one came to help her, the problem could possibly be fatal. There was nothing for her to do but continue yelling. With every syllable it was like someone was driving a hammer inbetween her eyes, and her throat felt like it had been scraped with a set of giant fingernails.
"MOMMY" She yelled as loud as she could, her yells becoming more frantic with every passing moment.
"MOMMMMMMY"...Lizzie didn't know how much longer she could yell, she was beginning to feel helpless, but as we all know Lizzie McGuire was never one to give up.
It was about an hour later that a nurse was making a mandatory medication one, filling the I.V's of the incapacitated patients, and checking their vitals. She entered the room towards the end of the hall. It was a room she knew well. This room used to get many visitors, but nowadays it usually gathered about one a week. There was a sweet curly haired boy who used to come almost every day, but she hadn't seen him in over a year. She stepped over the threshold of the room and approached the nearest bed. A young woman lay slumbering, like she had for so many years. The nurse reached out for the I.V. and injected it with the feeding serum. It was then that a week voice floated up from the bed.
"Mommy something's wrong." The raspy voice pleaded. The nurse looked down with deep disbelief in all of her 15 years of nursing, she had never seen someone awake from such a deep coma. She stood stunned staring at the girl. Her body remained unmoving aside from her chest which was rising and falling with great speed and intensity. The nurse dropped her tray and ran out of the room. She needed a doctor, and fast.
Lizzie didn't understand why her mom had ran away from her. She couldn't see her run, since the light still burnt into her eyes with incredible intensity, but she could hear the retreating footsteps. Lizzie was beginning to feel very panicked indeed.
"Okay Lizzie, calm yourself down. Try to think about something....okay what day is today?" She asked herself.
"I don't know" she replied aloud.
"Well lets figure it out then. What was yesterday?"
"yesterday...I went to the movies with Gordo and Miranda. We saw some movie with Angelina Jolie in it, and Gordo kept commenting on how hot she was, Kate was in the same theatre and was throwing popcorn at us the whole time. The movie sucked, and so did Kate, so we left early. Then we went to Gordos house and spread out sleeping bags in his backyard. We talked about college and what we were going to do with our lives and we talked about how excited we were for..........graduation.
That's when everything came back to Lizzie. She was speeding on her way to school, and her phone was ringing, and she took her eyes off the road, and a jeep, a red jeep, it slammed into her. She had hit her head on the steering wheel and then everything went all fuzzy. Gordo was there, and Miranda was crying, and then...Gordo...kissed me. Why would he kiss me? Oh, God, I'm in the hospital...I need to see someone...anyone. How long have I been here, what if I'm paralyzed. Oh holy shit."
Lizzie reached deep inside of herself and miraculously was able to produce an audible noise. She didn't say anything in English, or any other language for that matter. The sound that escaped her throat was a gutteral, wrenching scream, and this time Lizzie didn't have a problem getting someone to hear her.
She heard the running footsteps approach her room. Within seconds there was a doctor at her bedside taking her pulse and monitoring her heart rate. By now Lizzie had reached hysterics.
"Where am I?" she sobbed, "Am I gonna be okay?"
the doctor was unfamiliar with this case, he had only been assigned to it a couple of weeks ago.
"You sure are honey" In reflection upon his words he realized that this was no longer a young girl, but a 21 year old woman, hardly someone who should be called "Honey".
"What's going on?" inquired Lizzie. The doctor ignored her. He called to a nurse in the room.
"Get Mrs. Spence on the phone. Tell her her daughter has woken up." The doctor said this quickly, especially rushing the Spence part.
"wait...who's Mrs. Spence? Wait, I don't know anyone by that name, I want my mom, I want my dad, I don't want this person, whoever they are, do you have the right chart on my bed?" The words spilled out of Lizzies mouth rapidly, her heart and head still pounded steadily.
"Lizzie, er, Elizabeth, whatever your name is. I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know much about your condition. You were in a car accident three years ago-"
"THREE YEARS AGO!!!!!" Lizzie screamed.
"yes, please just let me continue. You suffered severe head trama and your condition became comatose shortly after the intial impact. You're condition hasn't changed at all...until today...obviously."
A new thought slipped its way into Lizzie's brain.
"Wait, you're my doctor and you don't know anything about my condition? What kind of a shitty hospital are you folks running? I need to see a supervisor or something...I, I cant believe this!"
"Ms. McGuire, here at the hospital we have a policy, noone is allowed to work with anyone that they are related to our have a personal connection to. I've only been on this job for about two weeks, since your mother remarried your initial physician."
"What, that's got to be a mistake, my mother isn't even divorced. She loves my dad, they never even fight, she helps him paint his goddamn LAWN GNOMES. "
"Elizabeth, you've been "gone" for a very long time...things don't remain exactly how they are for three years because one little girl isn't experiencing them." The doctor was beginning to lose patience with the girl, he felt bad for her certainly, but her questions were once that he shouldn't be answering, growing agitated with the R.N., who obviously couldn't do the job assigned to her, he rose from the bedside and picked up the phone in the room.
"Hello, Mrs. Spence...It's Doctor Murphy down at the general hospital." "Why, yes I do have news, its fantastic really, Elizabeth is awake. " "I want you to –"the doctor tried to continue but the steady drum of the dial tone rang in his ears.
Lizzie wept, unable to wipe away her own tears her face had grown incredibly moist in a matter of seconds, she was alone, unable to move, and had no clue exactly what had gone on for the past three years of her life. But, amongst all the mess jumbling around in her brain, one thing was pressing itself into her brain. She wanted to see David Gordon. She wanted so see him more than she wanted anything else in the wolrd.
"What day is it? And why didn't my alarm clock wake me up?" Lizzie pondered silently to herself. She tried to open her eyes but the bright light only irritated her already strong migraine. She had never had a migraine quite like this one, it maliciously pounded to an unheard cadence, and every move she made seemed to egg on the cacophony.
A strand of her was on her face and she went to lift her arm and wipe it away. It was then when Lizzie made the most horrific discovery yet, worse than the migraine, or her inability to open her eyes. Lizzie couldn't move her arm. She tried the other arm, and then both legs, her breathing began to increase rapidly.
"What the hell is going on? I can't move, I can't open my eyes, and my head is pounding." Feeling more frightened than she had ever felt before she decided to call for her mother, who was surely downstairs making breakfast.
She opened her mouth, but the sound that escaped was hoarse and quiet. She yelled anyways. She yelled until her throat was throbbing and tears streamed down her face. Something was seriously wrong. What if no one came to help her, the problem could possibly be fatal. There was nothing for her to do but continue yelling. With every syllable it was like someone was driving a hammer inbetween her eyes, and her throat felt like it had been scraped with a set of giant fingernails.
"MOMMY" She yelled as loud as she could, her yells becoming more frantic with every passing moment.
"MOMMMMMMY"...Lizzie didn't know how much longer she could yell, she was beginning to feel helpless, but as we all know Lizzie McGuire was never one to give up.
It was about an hour later that a nurse was making a mandatory medication one, filling the I.V's of the incapacitated patients, and checking their vitals. She entered the room towards the end of the hall. It was a room she knew well. This room used to get many visitors, but nowadays it usually gathered about one a week. There was a sweet curly haired boy who used to come almost every day, but she hadn't seen him in over a year. She stepped over the threshold of the room and approached the nearest bed. A young woman lay slumbering, like she had for so many years. The nurse reached out for the I.V. and injected it with the feeding serum. It was then that a week voice floated up from the bed.
"Mommy something's wrong." The raspy voice pleaded. The nurse looked down with deep disbelief in all of her 15 years of nursing, she had never seen someone awake from such a deep coma. She stood stunned staring at the girl. Her body remained unmoving aside from her chest which was rising and falling with great speed and intensity. The nurse dropped her tray and ran out of the room. She needed a doctor, and fast.
Lizzie didn't understand why her mom had ran away from her. She couldn't see her run, since the light still burnt into her eyes with incredible intensity, but she could hear the retreating footsteps. Lizzie was beginning to feel very panicked indeed.
"Okay Lizzie, calm yourself down. Try to think about something....okay what day is today?" She asked herself.
"I don't know" she replied aloud.
"Well lets figure it out then. What was yesterday?"
"yesterday...I went to the movies with Gordo and Miranda. We saw some movie with Angelina Jolie in it, and Gordo kept commenting on how hot she was, Kate was in the same theatre and was throwing popcorn at us the whole time. The movie sucked, and so did Kate, so we left early. Then we went to Gordos house and spread out sleeping bags in his backyard. We talked about college and what we were going to do with our lives and we talked about how excited we were for..........graduation.
That's when everything came back to Lizzie. She was speeding on her way to school, and her phone was ringing, and she took her eyes off the road, and a jeep, a red jeep, it slammed into her. She had hit her head on the steering wheel and then everything went all fuzzy. Gordo was there, and Miranda was crying, and then...Gordo...kissed me. Why would he kiss me? Oh, God, I'm in the hospital...I need to see someone...anyone. How long have I been here, what if I'm paralyzed. Oh holy shit."
Lizzie reached deep inside of herself and miraculously was able to produce an audible noise. She didn't say anything in English, or any other language for that matter. The sound that escaped her throat was a gutteral, wrenching scream, and this time Lizzie didn't have a problem getting someone to hear her.
She heard the running footsteps approach her room. Within seconds there was a doctor at her bedside taking her pulse and monitoring her heart rate. By now Lizzie had reached hysterics.
"Where am I?" she sobbed, "Am I gonna be okay?"
the doctor was unfamiliar with this case, he had only been assigned to it a couple of weeks ago.
"You sure are honey" In reflection upon his words he realized that this was no longer a young girl, but a 21 year old woman, hardly someone who should be called "Honey".
"What's going on?" inquired Lizzie. The doctor ignored her. He called to a nurse in the room.
"Get Mrs. Spence on the phone. Tell her her daughter has woken up." The doctor said this quickly, especially rushing the Spence part.
"wait...who's Mrs. Spence? Wait, I don't know anyone by that name, I want my mom, I want my dad, I don't want this person, whoever they are, do you have the right chart on my bed?" The words spilled out of Lizzies mouth rapidly, her heart and head still pounded steadily.
"Lizzie, er, Elizabeth, whatever your name is. I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know much about your condition. You were in a car accident three years ago-"
"THREE YEARS AGO!!!!!" Lizzie screamed.
"yes, please just let me continue. You suffered severe head trama and your condition became comatose shortly after the intial impact. You're condition hasn't changed at all...until today...obviously."
A new thought slipped its way into Lizzie's brain.
"Wait, you're my doctor and you don't know anything about my condition? What kind of a shitty hospital are you folks running? I need to see a supervisor or something...I, I cant believe this!"
"Ms. McGuire, here at the hospital we have a policy, noone is allowed to work with anyone that they are related to our have a personal connection to. I've only been on this job for about two weeks, since your mother remarried your initial physician."
"What, that's got to be a mistake, my mother isn't even divorced. She loves my dad, they never even fight, she helps him paint his goddamn LAWN GNOMES. "
"Elizabeth, you've been "gone" for a very long time...things don't remain exactly how they are for three years because one little girl isn't experiencing them." The doctor was beginning to lose patience with the girl, he felt bad for her certainly, but her questions were once that he shouldn't be answering, growing agitated with the R.N., who obviously couldn't do the job assigned to her, he rose from the bedside and picked up the phone in the room.
"Hello, Mrs. Spence...It's Doctor Murphy down at the general hospital." "Why, yes I do have news, its fantastic really, Elizabeth is awake. " "I want you to –"the doctor tried to continue but the steady drum of the dial tone rang in his ears.
Lizzie wept, unable to wipe away her own tears her face had grown incredibly moist in a matter of seconds, she was alone, unable to move, and had no clue exactly what had gone on for the past three years of her life. But, amongst all the mess jumbling around in her brain, one thing was pressing itself into her brain. She wanted to see David Gordon. She wanted so see him more than she wanted anything else in the wolrd.