OMG! THE LAST CHAPTER! This is where it all comes down! I personally loved this story and I expect tons of reviews (that I will answer as soon as I can) and I am freken' so happy you all liked it! Just a reminder that this chapter was broken into two parts so this is part 2 of chapter 11. Now before you start reading I would like to invite you to check my facebook page called 'Teen In-15' take a look at it and please feel free to leave comments of poems or something (read what it's about- cause I'm too lazy to explain) check this link: TeenIn15?ref=ts&fref=ts Visit and LIKE! Now without further a dew HERE'S CHAPTER 11 PART 2!
I open my eyes to a white ceiling. I turn my head to the right and find a pot of colorful flowers, wrapped elegantly in gold wrapping paper, in a vase on the bedside table. It's then that I notice that my right eye of my eyes aren't working, I put my hand on it, trying to find out what's wrong and feel that there's a heavy gauze bandage wrapped around it, going across my forehead, temporarily impairing my vision. The lighting doesn't help it either, considering that the only soars of light in the room is the sun light trying to pry its way in threw the shut drapes on the window over yonder. I try to sit up, but encounter too much pain in my back and flop back down. Where am I? What am I doing here? What happened? I gently rub my head and in the proses I notice that there is an IV's stuck in my right arm, and see multiple busses along with it. I examine both my arms for bruises for a little bit encountering many, and I look up to see if I'm attached to a Cardiogram as well… Yes, I'm right. I see the thin green lines that represent my heart beat jump up and down on the monitor above me, I feel my chest for the little stickers attached to me and keep my hand there.
So many thoughts are buzzing threw in my head that I ceased noticed the soft snoring coming from the other end of the room, followed by a yelp of alarm. I turn my head towards it and find a blurry vision of a woman, whom must be my mother judging by her big blue hair. She bolts up dropping both her reading book and her glasses. "Sweetie you're awake!" She shouts, then realizes she said that a little too loud so she softens her voice when she says, "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Should I get Dr. Hibbert?"
The last thing I want is Dr. Hibbert; it would be really awkward for my boss to be my doctor even though he has been when I was younger. "No! No- thanks mom, I'm good… What happened? Why am I here?" I ask and motion for her to sit on the bed with me.
"Lisa… You- you got in a car accident…" Marge says very slowly sitting on the bed not meeting my eye, "And you were lucky to survive, it was pretty bad…"
It's all coming back to me now… New apartment, Moe's, driving home with- with Milhouse! Milhouse… Oh I hope he's ok too, I don't know how I would live if knowing something happened to him. "Oh no! Mom, is Milhouse ok? Is he?" I say sitting up as straight as I can despite the complaints of my back.
"Sweetie please! Lay down! You need to rest!" My mom insists, setting me down again.
I huff and let he baby me. When I'm down and comfortable again, I repeat my question, "Mom is Milhouse ok too?"
She sighs and looks down, not saying anything. I repeat my question again and again until she says, "Sweetie… I-"
There's a knock on the door, making my mom cut her sentence short. It opens and my dad, Bart, and Maggie all come in with colorful balloons and a huge bag that must be filled with all sorts of things like magazines, candy, chocolate, and maybe even a book or two. "Dad! Bart! Maggie!" I say happy to see them all.
"Hay sweetie, you're awake." Homer says softly.
Maggie and Bart give me a big smile and say hello to me too. They all help me adjust my bed into sitting position and my dad says, "Oh, we err- got this stuff for you… The doctor said you should wake up any minute… He was right, I guess." My dad gives a light chuckle and hands me the brown paper bag.
I was right, it's filled with goodies and I liked the idea, guess I'll need some sort of entertainment depending on how long I stay. Bart ties the balloons to the end of the bedside table and Maggie sits next to me and gives me a hug. Something's wrong though, they all seem to be to quiet and they're hardly looking me in the eye… Something's definitely wrong, and the best way to find out what's the matter is to ask them directly. "Hay, what's up with the silent treatment? You guys seem to be avoiding me…" I ask, trying to hide my worry.
"Nothing's wrong honey… Everything is absolutely perfect." My mother says in a soothing voice. I don't buy it, though.
"No. Something is definitely wrong… Bart, dad, Maggie, what's up?" I say practically begging them for a strait forward answer.
My pleads are interrupted when Dr. Hibbert comes in. "Hello Lisa, I thought you might be awake… Seems like you got yourself in a pretty nasty accident, you we're very lucky to survive, considering the car was smooched like a grape." Dr. Hibbert says with one of his usual trademark chuckles.
Thank god he's not pissed… Then again why would he be? It wasn't my intention to get in a car crash and be passed out for nearly a month.
I shake my head and sigh. I never meant it to end up this way; I think I'm taking it pretty well though… I think to myself, probably because I'm so used to the hospital, and I'm used to sick people, and hurt people, and people that were in car crashes...
"I just came in to check if you were hungry, I bet you are, considering you've been eating nothing but liquid food for three weeks," Hibbert chuckles.
"Has it been that long?" I say shocked.
"Yes, I'm afraid so Miss Simpson. I could have been worse though, like I said you are a very lucky girl." Dr. Hibbert says optimistically.
Now that he mentioned it I am feeling pretty hungry… Maybe something like a nice broth and orange juice would satisfy me, "Ummmm… Yah sounds nice, what is there on the menu today?" I ask over the growling of my stomach.
"Today's specials are Caesar salad, red bean chili, and tomako soup with bred sticks." Hibbert tells me.
Tomako soup, perfect! "I'll have the tomako soup please, and some orange juice please…" I tell him.
"Ok, I'll go tell the nurse. And I'll be back in a minute with some pills I want you to take." He says with a chuckle.
He goes, leaving me alone to face my family once again. I look at all of them with an angry stair, "Don't think you four got off the hook just yet… What in the world is wrong?!"
No one says a word, not even Maggie, who surprisingly is the most talkative in the family. "Well, I'm waiting?" I insist.
The nurse comes in a minute later with the warm soup, bred sticks, and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. "Here you go Miss Simpson." Says the nurse in an unusually squeaky voice.
"Thank you."
She puts the tray on a small table that she set up over my legs on the bed and asks if there's anything else I need, I say no and she leaves. I start eating slowly, but after just three bights I can't take it anymore and start stuffing it in my mouth. "So what's wrong?" I ask in-between bights.
No one's looking at me, they're looking to the ground, the celling, the flowers, anything in the room but me. I'm halfway my soup when I feel sort of sick, guess's cause I haven eaten in so long and the soup is really thick and heavy, so I decide to take a sip of my juice. Right when I lift the glass, I catch a glimpse of my reflection, and let out a gasp. None of my family saw it (probably because they aren't even looking at me), and I would rather they didn't know so I gulp my juice like nothing just happened.
Unfortunately there are absolutely no mirrors in the room, so there is no way that I can prove what I just saw in my juice reflection accurate, on the other side, there is the silver tray that is holding my lunch that could work as a nice substitute. I carefully take the remaining half of my lunch off of it and place it on the bedside table next to the flowers. My family stares at me confused and the minute they realize what I'm doing it's too late.
Yes, without any luck my juice reflection was right. The big burses on my chin and under my giant eye bandage are obvious. The scare on the left side of my face goes from my forehead until my cheek bone and it's all stitched up and with a strip of white medical tape over it, but I can still tell it is deep. There is a small burse on my left eyebrow but that little mark pales in comparison to the rest of my face. Over all I'm pretty scary to look at, so I wonder, If I'm ugly now I wonder how what I was like when I first came in. "Is this why none of you will look me in the eye? The good one that is?" Homer opens his mouth to speek, but I don't let him. "I mean common! This is so cliché of you people! It's not like I'll look like this forever! Besides looks aren't everything!" I raised that last part to a scream, not like I really care.
Dr. Hibbert comes in with the pills talking in a jolly tone of voice. We're all disturbed at his interruption and everyone screams, "NOT NOW!" at him.
"Well I never-" He starts.
"We're sorry doctor, but this isn't the best time." My mom apologizes.
He leaves mumbling something and I huff, not looking away from all of them. After a moment dad comes and sits next to me, taking my hand. "Honey… It's not that… Well, at least not all of it… I mean- you saw yourself how unpleasant you look…" He gives an empty chuckle attempting a joke.
"Gees thanks…" I roll my eye.
"But it's mainly because-"
"No dad. I need to tell her this…" Bart interrupts, putting a hand on Homer's shoulder.
"Why you little-" He reaches his hand for Bart's neck, mad at the rude interruption. My dad stops midway though, gives me a look and sighs, "Very well… Just remember the plan Dr. - what's-his-face told us: make it quick and painless."
He gives me a sweet smile, pats Bart on the back, and shoves the rest of the family out the door. At this extent my heart was racing and my good eye was losing its focus, what could be so important? And why would Bart insist on telling me? Those questions and more went through my head in a flash.
Bart looks at me, and as if reading my next thought he says, "Lisa… Milhouse is dead."
My first reaction: disbelief, then I'm completely speechless… And after a couple more seconds contemplating his sentence, I cry. Every tear I shed puts me in another level of pain and sadness and misery... The sentence plays countless times in my head over and over again… "Lisa… Milhouse is dead..." He is dead, and the fact that I can't do anything about it hurts me even more.
Bart doesn't move a mussel, he doesn't hug me, nor does he say any comforting words… He just stares at me with a stern look on his face, leaving me completely submerged in my sadness and sorrow… I have to admit that I do deserve it… It is part of my fault that he's gone anyway.
As a doctor I have to tell some of my patients the bad news… A family member, a loved one, whoever it might be I have to break the news to them sometimes… I've seen so many tears, so many shattered hearts… But I never knew it would hurt this much…
Milhouse always meant more to me than just a boyfriend… He was love… My love… I could always count and trust on him…. Be it with my secrets, or to cheer me up when I was down, or sometimes even to go down to the pharmacy and get me a pack of pads when I was on my period… Milhouse and I were the perfect couple… We completed each other, and he'll always be in my heart no matter what happens…
"Bye Betty, see you tomorrow." I say to the Hospital Secretary while punching out my work card.
"Bye Lisa, have a nice rest." She waves, and then goes back to typing something on the desktop besides her.
"Aren't you coming to? I could give you a ride to your house?" I offer. My car, a white Honda with a cute green bumper sticker that says: Save Our Planet! I bought it a week ago and it's much nicer to drive to work than to stick yourself in an crammed bus every morning at 6am to get there.
"No, my husband should be here any minute to pick me up. But thanks for the offer." She explains.
"OK." I turn around and walk towards the exit. Six months have passed since the day I was sent home from the hospital. I stayed at my parents for a week, then said I needed to get back to my apartment because all the furniture must be getting very dusty by now… I was right. I cry over Milhouse less often now, thanks to some help from my family and friends. Every day I tell myself that I couldn't have done anything about it and even though he's gone I will always have him in my heart… It's cliché I know, but it's the best I've got and it works most of the time.
I get into my car and turn it on. I look at my reflection in the review mirror, every time I look at myself I felt a gust of relief that all my bruises healed, and most of my scares. The only one that's left is the one on the left side of my face. It shrunk considerably now going from my eyebrow down to the side of my cheek bone, but I'm afraid it's permanent, no matter what cream I smack on it won't go away! Rrrhh!
I'm half way to my home when I realize that I have absolutely nothing to eat for dinner. "Guess I'll have to stop at the Kwik-E-Mart first." I think out loud.
I turn around and about five minutes later I get there. "Welcome steady customer." Apu greets in his strong Indian accent.
"Hi Apu, do you have any soy dogs left?" I ask casually.
"No, sorry Lisa. We ran out yesterday." He pauses for a moment as if trying to remember something. "I think there are still some vegie burritos in the refrigerated section."
"I'll go take a look." I walk to the back and shuffle threw one of the fridges. I hear Apu give a small yelp as another costumer enters, but don't take much note of it.
I finely find what I want, grab a few more things like milk and sodas to take home and make my way back to Apu. I drop all of my things on the spot when I see who Apu's talking to... None other than Nelson Mandela Muntz.
"Nelson!" I shout in jaw-dropping astonishment.
"Hay Leese, what's shaken'? It's been a while." He says a little surprised himself at seeing my here.
"Yah, like- what? Almost two years?" I say trying to remember how long it's been since I last saw him. I look down remembering the food I dropped and bend down to pick it up, luckily none of the soda cans opened. Nelson sees what I'm doing and helps me.
"Sorry about that…" He starts, picking up my burrito.
"About what? Not calling me for two years or scaring me half to death?" I smirk sarcastically.
He chuckles, "I guess sort of both…"
"So you're back for keeps?" I ask.
"Yah, I figured that running away from my problems won't solve anything, plus the boys really miss it here." He answers.
We both reach for the milk carton, and our hands accidentally touch. We look at our hands and then at each other. I give him a shy smile and say, "I got it."
He blushes and says, "Of course, sorry." He lets go and we both stand up. "Well, here's your soda, and your vegie thing."
"Thanks." I take them from his hand and place them on the counter with the milk and two other sodas.
"So how's the family, and Milhouse? Are you guys still together?" He asks clueless.
Apu makes a cutting hand motion across his neck, like that's the wrong question to ask. And I feel a choke in my thought. Nelson looks confused and I finely say, "Milhouse died in a car accident seven months ago…"
"Oh my god…. I'm so sorry, I had no clue." Nelson says in disbelief. I get the feeling he's trying not to burst into tears for my sake. "Was anyone else in there? What about Bart? Is he…" He stops in the middle, as if not wanting to know the answer.
"No, Bart's fine. I was in the crash, though…" I say looking to the side not really wanting to tell him the details.
"Gosh… I'm so sorry." He says, I can tell that he glanced at my scare. "And to think that the last time I saw him we were fighting... I feel like-"
"-Shit?" I interrupt looking back at him.
"Yah… Like a load of it…" He cracks a little, but looks at me and sucks it in.
We stand there in an awkward silence until Apu says, "Anything else?"
I snap out of it and say, "No- no that's all."
I pay for the food and Apu says, "Thank-you, Come-again," like he always does.
"Well… Bye Nelson, nice knowing your back in town."
The minute I step outside Nelson calls after me, "Wait Lisa!" I turn around and he steps outside with me. "Look I hear there's this great coffee place in town and I know you must still be sad about Milhouse but-"
I give him a smile, "Nelson, are you asking me out on a-"
"-Date? Well sort off." He shuffles, "Well? Do you wanna go?"
"I would love to, Nelson." I smile and add, "It's a date."
THE END
Kinnda leaves you wondering what there date will be like hu? Needless to say that I'm very satisfied with my ending and that's just the feeling I was going for. I just wanted to add that I knew it would end like this from about chapter 5 and even though I hatted (HATTED!) to kill off Milhouse, it was the only way I could think of for him to leave Lisa... Cause we ALL KNOW how much he loves Lisa- like- Till death do you part- and maybe not even then! XD Anyway, don't kill me and I bet you Nelson fans are pretty happy now! He-he!
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