A/N: Finally went to the doctor. Got some antibiotics…yay! Here ya go, another update.

Bubbles237: Thank you! Enjoy!

Boris Yeltsin: He's screwing up his life! :P

River Tam: Lol…I know…but I had to do it! For the sake of the story! Really enjoyed your update of "Star of David," btw.

Tomboy22: Yeah…sad. He is a jackass for doing that! Lol…love how I'm dissing my own characters. :P Thanks. I finally got medicine, so I should be all good to go! Oh, that's never fun! I started to lose my voice a while ago, too. Sounds like we have the same bug. :( Feel better!

bFishstix: Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't…mwahahaha! :P Yeah, I feel bad for Lizzie, too. It'll get better, though, I promise. I'm a big fan of fluff, so I can't really write anything too sad. And read on to find out what happened to Gordo's mom! Enjoy!

Miranda stretched, but kept her eyes closed. She could hear a phone ringing, but thought it must be her imagination…until Gordo came running out of the bedroom to answer it.

"Hello?" Gordo asked.

"David…"

"Dad?"

"Yes. Do you think you can get away from work for a few days?"

"Maybe…why?"

"Your mother's been in an accident and she wishes to see you."

"Oh my God…what happened?"

"We're not quite sure yet. She doesn't want to talk about it right now."

Gordo sighed. "Let me talk to my boss. I'll try to be on the next plane in." He hung up.

"Gordo? Is everything okay?" Miranda stood up and walked over, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder.

"My mom was in an accident. I need to go back home and see her."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know." Miranda pulled him close and hugged him. "Do you forgive me yet?" Gordo asked, breaking the silence.

"No." They both laughed and Gordo headed off to pack.

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"Hello, Roberta," Jo said, coming to the bedside of her friend. She took her hand. "How do you feel?"

"Alright, thank you." Roberta replied. Then she noticed Lizzie standing awkwardly by the door. "Hello, Lizzie."

"Hi, Mrs. Gordon."

"Jo, may I talk to Lizzie privately for a minute?"

"Of course." She stood to leave, patting her daughter on the back on her way out.

"What's up?" Lizzie asked, going to sit down in one of the plastic chairs near the bed.

"I was wondering if you had heard from David since he left." Lizzie simply shook her head. "I heard that you two had a pretty brutal break up before he left. Do you want to talk about it?"

"He dumped me over the phone and then left the state. That's all there is to it."

"Over the phone?"

"He didn't even talk to me. He left a message with my little brother."

"I'm so sorry, Lizzie."

"It's not your fault."

"I feel somewhat responsible, though, since he is my son. I don't know why he was so cold."

"I'm over it," Lizzie said.

"You were always a bad liar."

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Gordo and Miranda dashed through the airport. It was 11:00 PM (only 8:00 in California) and they were about to miss their plane. Once they were safely in line to board, Gordo asked Miranda, "Are you sure you want to come with me?"

Miranda tucked her raven hair behind her ears. "Yes. I've known your mom forever; why wouldn't I come?"

"Just checking."

They got to Hillridge at about 5:00 in the morning Eastern Time, 2:00 in the morning Pacific Time. They took a taxi straight to the hospital. The hospital waiting room was stuffed full of Roberta Gordon's friends. Miranda headed over to Lizzie and embraced her while Gordo went over to his dad. They shook hands and Mr. Gordo explained the situation to his son. Lizzie and Miranda watched from a distance. Finally, Gordo came over to them. He gave Lizzie a quick hug. "They're doing a check up on her right now, so we should be able to go in soon." He said, and then the three stood there in awkward silence.

"I…um…I'm going to go get some coffee. You two have stuff to talk about, anyway." Miranda said, and headed off in search of the hospital café.

"Lizzie," Gordo started softly.

"We have nothing to talk about, David Gordon." Lizzie said, folding her arms.

"Right," Gordo muttered, even though there were a million things he wanted to talk to Lizzie about.

"Two visitors at a time," the nurse announced as she came out of the hospital room.

"Lizzie, Gordo, why don't you two go first?" Mr. Gordon suggested. The two teenagers nodded and went in.

"David," Roberta said, and Gordo embraced his mom.

"How are you, Mom?"

"Good, considering the situation. You two must be happy to see each other again," she said in a feeble attempt to patch things up between Gordo and Lizzie.

"Yeah," Gordo said. Lizzie just bit her lip and shook her head slightly. Roberta gave her son a look that clearly said, "You owe her an apology." "Liz, let's give someone else a chance to visit."

"Okay," Lizzie said, turning to leave. Gordo gently reached out and tried to take her hand, but she jerked it away.

"Lizzie, why are you being so cold to me?" They stepped away from the crowd.

"I don't know, Gordo, but I guess I'm being very rude. 'Cause you've been a freaking angel to me," she rolled her eyes.

"Because I wanted to break up? Is that why you're so mad at me?"

"No," the sarcasm in her voice was very apparent.

"Lizzie, I'm sorry if you got your heart broken. Okay? I just needed to move on."

"I wouldn't have cared if you hadn't told my little brother to dump me for you!" She yelled. Everyone glanced over at them.

"Keep your voice down," Gordo whispered. "You're right, that was rude. I'm sorry about that."

"Screw you. Do you know how much that hurt me? My mom wants me to get on anti-depressants. My best friend has been pleading me to just leave the house. I cry every day."

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"No."

"Then why do you ask?"

Gordo sighed, "I didn't think you'd take it so bad." She snorted. Gordo ran a hand through his hair. "And…I guess the fact that I have a girlfriend again doesn't help much."

"Good guess."

"I'm sorry I was so harsh with our break up. I really am. Truce?"

"Truce," Lizzie said, and pulled him in for a hug. Her heart still ached, though…

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"Nice to see you again, Miss McGuire." Dr. Olsen said, sticking out her hand. Lizzie shook it.

"Same to you."

"Why are you here today?"

"My mother forced me to come. She wants me on anti-depressants."

Dr. Olsen looked at Lizzie. She had always been so cheerful…why anti-depressants? "Has something happened recently to make you upset?"

"Yes, but I have it completely under control."

Something was obviously bothering her patient, but Dr. Olsen decided to avoid it for a while. She changed the subject. "How's your boyfriend, Lizzie? You two have been together for a while now, haven't you?"

That's when Lizzie broke down and started crying and sobbing. Dr. Olsen wrote the prescription.

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Lizzie stared at the bottle in her hand. Anti-depressants. Weren't these for people who were, like, Emo and about to kill themselves? She tossed the pills into the trash effortlessly. There was a knock on her door. "Come in."

"Hey," Matt said, sitting down on the edge of his sister's bed.

"Hi." Silence.

"Um…can I, ya know…start working for you now? Melina's birthday's in a few days."

"You can just have the money," Lizzie pointed at her desk. "It's there, in my purse."

"I don't want to just take it. I want to work for it."

"That's a first." Matt shrugged and headed over to his sister's desk. He glanced at the trash can and noticed the prescription bottle.

"Lizzie!" He exclaimed, pulling it out of the waste basket. "You have to take these!"

"No I don't, Matt. I'm 18, an adult. I can make my own decisions. It's not that big a deal."

"Lizzie. I may make fun of you and pull pranks on you sometimes…actually, a lot…but I love you. And I know you're really having a hard time right now. I want to help you get through it."

"I love you, too. But I'm fine, really."

"No you're not."

Lizzie shook her head. "If I take a pill, will you leave?"

"Yes." He handed her the bottle. She took one of the pink pills out and swallowed it. "Thanks," Matt said, and left the room.

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Gordo sat in his mother's hospital room, reading a book. His mother finally woke up from her nap and glanced over at her son. "David," she said affectionately.

He looked up. "Hey, Mom. Feel okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you…ready to talk about what happened yet?"

"In fact, yes…I do want to talk to you about it." Gordo put his book down and listened patiently. "I was walking down the street, doing some shopping, when this man came up behind me. He grabbed me and pushed me into the alley nearby. He just started…beating me up. And he was cursing our family," Roberta said, starting to get a little emotional. Gordo clenched his fists.

"Did you recognize him?"

"No. All I saw was that he had a beard." She glanced over at Gordo, who had turned a very pale white. "David, are you okay?"

Gordo took a deep breath, "Yes. Did this man have a friend with him?"

"No, I don't believe so."

"I'm…so sorry that happened to you, Mom."

"At least I'm alive, right?" She said that often.

"Yeah…excuse me; I need to go make a phone call."

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"Hello?" Lizzie asked. She hated to admit it, but she was already starting to feel a little better.

"Liz, my mom just told me what happened to her…some jackass beat her up! And I think it was the same guy that attacked us!"

"What? Gordo, how do you know?"

"I don't, but my mom said that this guy had a beard and he started cursing our family."

"Oh my God…"

"I just don't know who this guy is."

"Is he an old friend of your mom's?"

"My mom isn't friends with any creeps. Plus she would have recognized him."

"I'm just looking at the possibilities, Gordo," Lizzie huffed. "Is he an old patient?"

"No…couldn't be…could it?"

"Maybe. Meet me at your parents' office in thirty."

"See you then, McG."

A/N: Okay, I know that wasn't one of my longer (or better) chapters, but I needed to get to this point rather quickly. Quickly because I have a ton of crap to make up for school. -_- Oh well.

Hey, expect lots of writing from me next week! I have the whole week off for Thanksgiving! :D My friend says that I should have to go to school 'cause I've been home for most of this week, lol. It was no vacation this week, though!

Hey, I updated my profile! (I finally figured out how to!) So check it out if you wanna learn a little bit about me. :) :P

Byeeee. See y'all later.