"OH MY GOD!!! What happened to Lizzie? How? Why? When?" Miranda screamed, tears
of sorrow streaming down her face.
"Miranda, be strong. That's what I'm being. Not for myself, not for the world,
but for Lizzie." Gordo sobbed silently. In his hands was Lizzie's helpless and
unconscious body.
"Mr. David Gordon? The doctor is ready." A passing nurse stopped and informed
Gordo.
Gordo nodded and rushed into the checkup room. He lay Lizzie onto the bed and
refused to sit on the chair beside it. He pounded his fist on the wall and
broke down into tears, cursing horribly.
Lizzie had awoken silently and tapped her fiancée's shoulder gently. Gordo
turned around, his tear-stained face brightened at the sight of his Lizzie
smiling at him.
"Oh Lizzie. You made me so worried. Next time, don't scare me like that." Gordo
cried, embracing Lizzie in a huge loving hug.
"Gordo, there won't be a next time! We're going to get married tomorrow and fly
to Hawaii. Hey! That could be our honeymoon trip! But I want to extend for
about 2 more months?" Lizzie re-assured her anxious fiancée.
They began to lean in and as their lips locked, they knew they would be there
for each other... forever.