The Reason

Chapter 12- What have I done?

A/N: So either you guys have lost interest or you have just overlooked me, but I'm basically writing for fun now. I REALLY want some reviews telling me if it's good or not. . . help me out people. Remember. Lizzie's family thinks Gordo is the father of Lizzie's baby, Gordo thinks she's married.

Gordo sat with his hands on his face in the Emergency Room waiting room. Lizzie's parents sat across the room from him. They were shooting him the occasional glance, not really sure if it was him or not. He hadn't had the nerve to say anything to them yet. He was too worried about Lizzie. After she'd fallen he'd immediately rushed to her side. The old man who worked behind the desk had heard the "ruckus" as he called it and came to investigate. He hobbled back to the desk as fast as he could to call the ambulance. The rest was a blur to Gordo. He just remembered Lizzie awaking from her trance, grabbing his hand as if she would never let go. It broke his heart when the paramedics pulled them apart. He looked at his watch. 3:32. How much longer would this last? He couldn't stand the torture.

"David Gordon?" Gordo looked up and was face to face with Jo McGuire. He was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed her crossing the room towards him. Now she was right above him.

"Hey. Mrs. McGuire." Gordo's hands twisted nervously in his lap. She took the chair next to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"We've missed you so much, Gordo!" Gordo was taking aback by her rush of emotion. He would have thought they would have been mad for more than one reason. "Where have you been these past few months?" Jo wiped tears from her face. Gordo took a deep breath and prepared to launch into his story for the first time.

"Well, it all started when Miranda made the cheer squad and Lizzie started dating Jeff. . ."

1 hour later

"Wow." Mrs. McGuire sighed. She couldn't believe how much pressure Gordo had been under with the Rebels, and she saw for the first time how much Gordo really did love her daughter.

"So, seeing as if we aren't going anywhere, would you please fill me in on Lizzie's life the past few months? Who's the lucky husband/father?" Gordo asked with the toughest smile he could muster.

"Husband? Lizzie's not married. Father? She said it was you." Mrs. McGuire looked at him strangely.

"We need to speak to the parents of Lizzie McGuire?" A doctor had entered the waiting room. Mr. and Mrs. McGuire launched toward the doctor. Gordo followed close on their heels. "Oh, I'm sorry. Immediate family only." The nurse held her arm up blocking Gordo's path.

"Uh. He is family." Jo said smiling at Gordo. Gordo smiled hesitantly back. He couldn't register much. Lizzie told her family that HE was the father? Why would she do that? They had never even. . .had sex. What in the world was going on?

"I know you are all very concerned about Lizzie." The doctor paused and everyone held their breath. "She's going to be fine. There is however another problem. Sometime during the fall, the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck of the fetus, cutting off its oxygen supply." Jo let out a little whimper. "It died within a minute. Now, there are always two options when a fetus dies like this. We can surgically remove it, or we can let Lizzie's body take care of it on its own. Since Lizzie's not stable enough to make decisions right now, it's up to the family. I'm sorry. I'll leave you guys alone for a minute."

"Gordo! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry you're child had to go like this!" Mrs. McGuire sobbed onto her husbands shoulder. Gordo shifted uncomfortably in his chair. You're child. You're child. You're child. It resounded in his head. While Mr. and Mrs. McGuire talked nervously about what to do with the fetus, Gordo slipped out of the room. He had to find Lizzie. He walked quickly up the hallway and then back down to the nurse's station. He quickly looked for the most inexperienced nurse in hopes she wouldn't know that visitors weren't allowed until 8:00 am. He quickly found her; she'd nervously dropped a stack of papers on the ground. He bent down and pick up a few that had scattered further away from her.

"Thanks. It's my first day, so I'm really new at all this." The girl admitted taken the papers from Gordo.

"It was nothing. Um, could you please tell me what room Elizabeth McGuire is in?" He smiled at her.

"Sure!" She walked behind the now empty desk and she quickly looked up the name. "Room 245." She smiled back at him. He thanked her and made his way to the room. He quietly pushed the door open finding it empty aside from Lizzie asleep on the bed. He pulled up the chair and sat down beside her bed. He quickly grabbed her hand and brought it slowly up to his lips. This woke her and she turned her head to see him.

"Hey." He whispered to her.

"Oh, God. Gordo what happened? I have the worst headache." Lizzie raised her hand up to her temple.

"You mean you can't remember? Lizzie, you fell down the stairs." Gordo braced for her reaction.

"No. I know that part, what happened after that?"

"I don't know either." Gordo admitted.

"I'm the one who fell down the stairs, Gordo." Lizzie giggled.

"I know, but I was so worried about you I couldn't think about anything else." Gordo kissed her hand again.

"Gordo, I have so much to say to you, I don't know where to start." Lizzie closed her eyes.

"I know. I have a lot of explaining to do too."

"How'd it get to be this way? Twice in my life, I've thought I've loved you David Gordon. What keeps going wrong?" Lizzie opened her eyes and found Gordo staring at her.

"I don't know, Lizzie, but I can tell you this. . ."

"SIR! SIR! You can't be in here!" A much larger night nurse peered at him from the doorway.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I really have. . ."

"You really have to leave!" The nurse took two steps towards him and he quickly released Lizzie's hand.

"I'll see you in the morning, Lizzie." Gordo walked out of the room.

"You pushed her down the stairs!" Kaci yelled. "You killed YOUR baby!" Gordo was in a room of a thousand people, but closely surrounded by the people he knew. Kaci was standing there in her teddy. Lizzie was there, Miranda, Lizzie's parents, his parents and all of his old school friends. Kaci walked up to him and pushed him to the ground. She straddled him and began to unbutton his shirt. "It's okay, baby. I know you REALLY love me." Kaci gave him a bruising kiss.

"NO! I love Lizzie! I wont' lose her!" Gordo screamed, but nobody could hear him. He saw Lizzie struggling to get away through the crowd. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gordo awoke from his vivid dream. He was dripping in sweat. He was sprawled out across 3 hospital chairs and he could feel the pain in his back from this decision. He checked his watch. 7:51. He could see Lizzie soon. He decided to go back to the hotel, shower, change, and call his parents. He hadn't talked to them in a long time. He promised the McGuire's he'd be right back and zoomed to the hotel. He entered his room to find Kaci sleeping on his bed. He rolled his eyes thinking of how she'd tried to seduce him. He hopped into the shower, hoping to wash away his guilty feelings. Gordo was in the middle of lathering, rinsing, and repeating when the shower curtain was thrown open.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Gordo screamed. He lunged for the shower curtain to cover himself, and in the process, shampoo ran down into his eyes. "AHHHHHHH! It burns! Kaci! Just get out! Just leave!" The smile that was on Kaci's face had vanished.

"Okay. I'm sorry Tim."

"My name is not Tim." Gordo shut off the water and switched the shower curtain out for a towel. "My name is David Gordon"

"Um. . .Well, then who am I going to be?" Kaci smirked.

"Don't you get it? This is not a game! My best friend and the girl I love fell down the stairs last night, killing her baby. I moved to Tulsa only after I got involved in a gang here. It was so they couldn't find me. It was pure luck to get an offer like you to come along! Stop acting like I'm going to be with you because I'm NOT! I love Lizzie McGuire! I have never loved you, and Kaci, I NEVER WILL!" Gordo threw on his clothes and tossed the rest of his items into his suitcase. He picked up his bags and stormed out of the hotel room.