Chapter 42

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Hey! I posted Chapter 41 yesterday, and I'm now quite inspired. (Yeah, right)

So, anyway, no reviews for me ;( , but a chapter for you:)

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"Lizzie," Gordo buried his face in his hands while uncontrollable sobs racked his body. He uttered silently the promise of staying with her… and the baby.

Unaware of the situation, his body shut down as Gordo began drifting into a troubled slumber.

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Her eyelids fluttered. Her finger twitched. (A/N: Sorry for the interruption, but this really sounds corny, like those drama serials, but bear with it.)

She struggled to open her eyes as she clenched her fist. She sat up painfully and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

There, in front of her, was a sleeping head covered with dark brown curls.

Lizzie frowned as she recalled those hurtful memories, flying back at her like knives. "He's still my 'other-half'," thought Lizzie mournfully as she stepped out of bed quietly. She pulled off the tube from her arm and grimaced in pain.

Lizzie relished the feeling of being on her feet again as she padded around the room in the flimsy hospital slippers. Seeing Gordo's flopped expression tugged a mischievous grin from her gloomy and throbbing state.

Aware of the itchy and uncomfortable hospital clothes, she hurried into the bathroom with some clothes Miranda had thoughtfully brought along.

Letting the cold water beat down onto her, Lizzie sank to her knees as she felt a sharp and abrupt pain pierce her abdomen.

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Gordo awoke at the intense screech.

With a glance at the empty bed and the shut bathroom door, he got up from his sore knees and raced to the bathroom.

It was, unfortunately, locked.

"Lizzie, Lizzie, open up!" he pounded the door furiously, angry with himself that he had fallen asleep without preventing it. "Some promise, when you can't even stay awake, Gordon. Nice move," he thought sullenly as he continued the ranting, his fist turning an awful shade of red.

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Lizzie felt blood trickling down her leg. Hearing the incentive bangings on the door, she grabbed her towel and crawled to the door.

Releasing the lock, she backed off as Gordo thrust the door open.

The blood trail on the floor was seemingly obvious; Gordo fumbled with his pocket and grasped his mobile as he tried to pick Lizzie off the floor.

Lizzie could not resist a burst of giggles as she saw Gordo trying to multi-task. (A/N: Interruption, again. But I really need to get this thing off my head. Men Cannot Multi-task. Poor them.)

Her expression clouded over as the ward door burst open, sending a flying Miranda and a levitating Kate in.

Kate efficiently took everything in through one glance, while emotional Miranda scurried to help Gordo.

Kate turned and spun on her heel, to the receptionist outside. She was amazingly calm, though, considering the chaotic situation.

"Mrs. Morgan, please," she requested urgently, "a patient of hers needs, well, pressing help.

The receptionist glanced up in alarm, tapping professionally at the database. "Mrs. Morgan? She's in Ward 439, dear."

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"Mrs. Gordon," a startled Mrs. Morgan appeared in the room a moment later, with Kate tailing behind her.

Lizzie looked much better, except for the wincing, was sitting in the lounge chair gulping down a glass of warm water.

"Well, we'd better get you along then. Can you stand?" Mrs. Morgan asked, concerned.

"I'm not an old granny yet," Lizzie murmured as she pushed against the armrests.

Collapsing again, Lizzie sighed, excruciating pain shooting into her stomach. "Maybe I am," she added, as an afterthought.

Gordo and Miranda helped her into a bulky wheelchair as Kate mounted it comfortably for Lizzie. Mrs. Morgan led the way into an examination room.

She took over from Kate as Lizzie's friends fell back into seats, Gordo pacing the hallway anxiously.

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"OH QUIT IT, WILL YOU?" Miranda shrieked at Gordo. "Your irritating pacing is making me more nervous!"

"Maybe because you're also tapping your feet," complained Gordo, finally giving their argument a rest as he sat down at the opposite side of the room.

"Look, what I-," Miranda began.

"Why don't we-," Gordo spoke.

"You first," Gordo urged.

"What I said just now… about the… the… third wheel thing, please don't say anything about it to Lizzie, got it?" Miranda threatened weakly.

Gordo raised his eyebrows. "Sure." He arched them even higher. "I don't think she would like to hear anything about it, anyway."

Kate impulsively gave Miranda a hug when Gordo was not looking.

"Don't worry, you'll find yours," comforted Kate.

She pushed her arm away roughly, snapping, "It's easy for you all to say. You have Ethan, Lizzie has Gordo. Me?" she exhaled sharply. "I've got no-one. Nobody at all."

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