DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Thank you for the reviews! I appreciate all of them. For the record, I have been working very hard on the alternate ending and I am still working out a few details and everything but it should be out in the world sometime soon. I would like to say sooner, but you never know. I will be working really hard on it though. It is over 2,000 words right now.
Again, let me stress to you that I am not a doctor. These symptoms could happen, but I am not sure about the outcome, so remember this and if you find anything wrong: at least I am not killing her off.
Anyway, here is chapter fifteen. Enjoy it until I can write chapter sixteen.
Chapter 15
~Gordo~
Gordo was in the waiting room trying to calm him down, but he felt anxious. The doctor would not let him see her and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to call Miranda and Ethan but suddenly remembered he didn't know their number. It was back at the hotel.
Also, they were supposed to leave Taranto that day and drive up to another city. Obviously with Lizzie in the hospital, this wasn't going to happen. He didn't know what was going to happen, but for now, it looked like they were stuck in Taranto until Lizzie was healthy. At least, that is what he thought until the doctor came up to talk to him.
"Uh, we are going to send Elizabeth to the International Hospital in Rome," the doctor said in broken English. The guy that drove him helped him translate.
"Why?" Gordo asked, panicked to hear this news, "Is there something wrong?"
"No," the doctor said, "We send all of the non-citizens with long-term problems there for convenience. Besides, people there speak English and can be more helpful."
Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. When are we going?"
"Well," the doctor said, "Elizabeth will be sent in a plane as soon as tonight. I am afraid we are going to have to ask you to drive yourself up there. We don't have enough room in the plane for another body."
Gordo sighed and sat down, "How far away is Rome?"
"On a plane, it takes less than an hour. By bus or car it takes three or four hours. We are sorry for the inconvenience, sir."
~~~
That night, a plane came and flew Lizzie to the International Hospital of Rome while Gordo drove there in his car. He wanted to be with Lizzie more than anything, but he had to go by car. This would give him a chance to get everything from the hotel and check out.
After eating hardly anything, at around midnight, he finally reached Rome. A place that brought back memories both good and bad and the place that would determine Lizzie's life.
He drove up to the hospital feeling weak himself. He was hungry, so he went to the cafeteria and ate something. It was too late to see Lizzie anyway.. Luckily, the hospital had arranged it so he would stay at the nearby International Hotel.
When Gordo entered his hotel room, he expected Lizzie to be with him. It was sad for Gordo to stay in a hotel room all by himself. Lizzie and Gordo weren't talking, but at least he would have to sleep in a room all by himself knowing that Lizzie was not safe.
The vacation was not off to a good start. Nothing was right about this road trip. The thing that made Gordo feel the worst about it all was that they never talked about their future. Knowing that it might be days or weeks before Lizzie gets out of that coma was the worst. Knowing that he might have brought her to the coma with his comments almost did him in. He didn't know what he was going to do with himself if Lizzie wasn't okay. He didn't know how he could live without her. Sure, the doctors said she was okay, but what if she wasn't? What if she died before she ever listened to Gordo apologize? All these what ifs were popping into Gordo's head and he couldn't sleep very well.
~~~
The next morning, Gordo went to the hospital to check up on Lizzie. Lizzie still hadn't woken up from her coma and the doctors were beginning to worry. "It's not a big deal, but in cases like this, where it is caused by stress, usually the patient wakes up within the first twenty-four hours. This just means that she will probably wake up at some point today, just later than expected," and English doctor, Dr. Hines, told Gordo.
"Is she going to be okay?" Gordo asked.
"Of course she will be okay! Just give her time to rest and relieve some stress and everything should be fine."
"When can I see her?"
"Actually, you should be able to see her now if you want."
Gordo nodded his head, "I want to see her now."
"Okay," Dr. Hines said, "then follow me."
The doctor led Gordo to Lizzie's room, where Lizzie lay unconscious and hooked up to a few machines, "Maybe hearing your voice will help her."
Gordo nodded his head and took a seat next to her. In the meantime, the doctor left the room.
"Hi," Gordo said, not really knowing what to say first, "I guess we didn't get to talk yesterday after all," Gordo laughed a little, "and assuming things don't change between the two of us, this could be my only chance to talk to you, so please listen to me."
Gordo sighed, struggling to find a place to begin. He decided if Lizzie needed to hear anything right now, she would need to hear him apologize, "The things I said the other day were horrible. I mean, of course I know what I want, which is to be with you. I have always assumed their would be children at some point, but I guess I always assumed that by the time that happened, we would be married and set with a career. I guess smart David Gordon over here forgot the difference between ideal life and reality. It isn't really that I don't care, because I do care. It was an unexpected surprise, but I think it is a good surprise. I wasn't ready for it, but I don't know if I will ever be ready for it. Lizzie, I love you more than anything in the world, and if you ever forgive me I can prove to you how much I love you and how much I will love this baby. I always planned on marrying you, but I wanted to wait until the timing was perfect with the proposal. I didn't know when that would be, so I brought the ring I got to Italy just in case. I've been carrying it around for a few months now, mostly because the timing was never perfect. But I guess, the timing never has to be perfect with anything. I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter what, I will never stop loving you and this child, planned or not, will always have a place in my heart. I know this doesn't make sense, but I mean it. You, me, and this child will make a perfect family, and you don't have to be worried about me not loving this child because there is no question in my mind—it will be loved. It was made out of love and it will be brought into this world with love. I am sorry for all the things I said. Please forgive me. I love you so much," he said and he put his hand on her hand, and leaned down. For the first time in quite a few years, Gordo was crying.
Gordo eventually fell asleep in the chair next to Lizzie.
At around two that afternoon, Gordo woke up and Lizzie was gone. Her bed was there, but she was gone. Gordo went out of the room to find a doctor. In the hallway, he ran into Dr. Hines, "Doctor! Where is Lizzie?"
"Ahh! You didn't hear?" He said, smiling, "she woke up about a half an hour ago."
"She did?" Gordo said, overjoyed, "Where is she? Can I see her?"
"She was moved to another room. You can see her in a few minutes, okay?"
"Is she okay?"
"Well, other than one slight problem, she is pretty healthy. She woke up really hungry so I think nurses are feeding her now."
"What's the problem?" Gordo asked, getting nervous.
"Well," the doctor said, "Because of the coma's after affects, she has developed some sort of amnesia."
~~~
To be continued
Again, let me stress to you that I am not a doctor. These symptoms could happen, but I am not sure about the outcome, so remember this and if you find anything wrong: at least I am not killing her off.
Anyway, here is chapter fifteen. Enjoy it until I can write chapter sixteen.
Chapter 15
~Gordo~
Gordo was in the waiting room trying to calm him down, but he felt anxious. The doctor would not let him see her and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to call Miranda and Ethan but suddenly remembered he didn't know their number. It was back at the hotel.
Also, they were supposed to leave Taranto that day and drive up to another city. Obviously with Lizzie in the hospital, this wasn't going to happen. He didn't know what was going to happen, but for now, it looked like they were stuck in Taranto until Lizzie was healthy. At least, that is what he thought until the doctor came up to talk to him.
"Uh, we are going to send Elizabeth to the International Hospital in Rome," the doctor said in broken English. The guy that drove him helped him translate.
"Why?" Gordo asked, panicked to hear this news, "Is there something wrong?"
"No," the doctor said, "We send all of the non-citizens with long-term problems there for convenience. Besides, people there speak English and can be more helpful."
Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. When are we going?"
"Well," the doctor said, "Elizabeth will be sent in a plane as soon as tonight. I am afraid we are going to have to ask you to drive yourself up there. We don't have enough room in the plane for another body."
Gordo sighed and sat down, "How far away is Rome?"
"On a plane, it takes less than an hour. By bus or car it takes three or four hours. We are sorry for the inconvenience, sir."
~~~
That night, a plane came and flew Lizzie to the International Hospital of Rome while Gordo drove there in his car. He wanted to be with Lizzie more than anything, but he had to go by car. This would give him a chance to get everything from the hotel and check out.
After eating hardly anything, at around midnight, he finally reached Rome. A place that brought back memories both good and bad and the place that would determine Lizzie's life.
He drove up to the hospital feeling weak himself. He was hungry, so he went to the cafeteria and ate something. It was too late to see Lizzie anyway.. Luckily, the hospital had arranged it so he would stay at the nearby International Hotel.
When Gordo entered his hotel room, he expected Lizzie to be with him. It was sad for Gordo to stay in a hotel room all by himself. Lizzie and Gordo weren't talking, but at least he would have to sleep in a room all by himself knowing that Lizzie was not safe.
The vacation was not off to a good start. Nothing was right about this road trip. The thing that made Gordo feel the worst about it all was that they never talked about their future. Knowing that it might be days or weeks before Lizzie gets out of that coma was the worst. Knowing that he might have brought her to the coma with his comments almost did him in. He didn't know what he was going to do with himself if Lizzie wasn't okay. He didn't know how he could live without her. Sure, the doctors said she was okay, but what if she wasn't? What if she died before she ever listened to Gordo apologize? All these what ifs were popping into Gordo's head and he couldn't sleep very well.
~~~
The next morning, Gordo went to the hospital to check up on Lizzie. Lizzie still hadn't woken up from her coma and the doctors were beginning to worry. "It's not a big deal, but in cases like this, where it is caused by stress, usually the patient wakes up within the first twenty-four hours. This just means that she will probably wake up at some point today, just later than expected," and English doctor, Dr. Hines, told Gordo.
"Is she going to be okay?" Gordo asked.
"Of course she will be okay! Just give her time to rest and relieve some stress and everything should be fine."
"When can I see her?"
"Actually, you should be able to see her now if you want."
Gordo nodded his head, "I want to see her now."
"Okay," Dr. Hines said, "then follow me."
The doctor led Gordo to Lizzie's room, where Lizzie lay unconscious and hooked up to a few machines, "Maybe hearing your voice will help her."
Gordo nodded his head and took a seat next to her. In the meantime, the doctor left the room.
"Hi," Gordo said, not really knowing what to say first, "I guess we didn't get to talk yesterday after all," Gordo laughed a little, "and assuming things don't change between the two of us, this could be my only chance to talk to you, so please listen to me."
Gordo sighed, struggling to find a place to begin. He decided if Lizzie needed to hear anything right now, she would need to hear him apologize, "The things I said the other day were horrible. I mean, of course I know what I want, which is to be with you. I have always assumed their would be children at some point, but I guess I always assumed that by the time that happened, we would be married and set with a career. I guess smart David Gordon over here forgot the difference between ideal life and reality. It isn't really that I don't care, because I do care. It was an unexpected surprise, but I think it is a good surprise. I wasn't ready for it, but I don't know if I will ever be ready for it. Lizzie, I love you more than anything in the world, and if you ever forgive me I can prove to you how much I love you and how much I will love this baby. I always planned on marrying you, but I wanted to wait until the timing was perfect with the proposal. I didn't know when that would be, so I brought the ring I got to Italy just in case. I've been carrying it around for a few months now, mostly because the timing was never perfect. But I guess, the timing never has to be perfect with anything. I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter what, I will never stop loving you and this child, planned or not, will always have a place in my heart. I know this doesn't make sense, but I mean it. You, me, and this child will make a perfect family, and you don't have to be worried about me not loving this child because there is no question in my mind—it will be loved. It was made out of love and it will be brought into this world with love. I am sorry for all the things I said. Please forgive me. I love you so much," he said and he put his hand on her hand, and leaned down. For the first time in quite a few years, Gordo was crying.
Gordo eventually fell asleep in the chair next to Lizzie.
At around two that afternoon, Gordo woke up and Lizzie was gone. Her bed was there, but she was gone. Gordo went out of the room to find a doctor. In the hallway, he ran into Dr. Hines, "Doctor! Where is Lizzie?"
"Ahh! You didn't hear?" He said, smiling, "she woke up about a half an hour ago."
"She did?" Gordo said, overjoyed, "Where is she? Can I see her?"
"She was moved to another room. You can see her in a few minutes, okay?"
"Is she okay?"
"Well, other than one slight problem, she is pretty healthy. She woke up really hungry so I think nurses are feeding her now."
"What's the problem?" Gordo asked, getting nervous.
"Well," the doctor said, "Because of the coma's after affects, she has developed some sort of amnesia."
~~~
To be continued