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Chapter 11 Why Me and a vistitor
Rory POV
"Can I ask you a question" I say to him.
"Sure" he says coming to sit in the chair next to the bed.
"Why did this happen to me" I say so confused.
"It was an accident Rory, the driver fell asleep at the wheel and hit the barrier and flipped over the barrier taking your car and three others and down with him. We're lucky you're alive, the other two died on impact and the third still is in a coma" he says and I cry.
"Is it really 2007" I say knowing or at least thinking it was 2003.
"Yes, you graduated Yale Cum laude in May. So you have been in the coma close to 4 months" he says taking my hand.
"That's all I remember from Harvard, nothing before the football either" I say looking down at our hands. A sense of familiarity in the warmth of his hand.
"The doctors say that you have memory replacement disorder that whatever you dreamed during the coma is what you believe to be reality and amnesia from before that" he says and I look at him like he's crazy.
"Will I ever get them back, I mean if the ones I think are true are actually false, will I get the right ones back soon" I question more confused then ever.
"We all hope you do Ace. I wish you woke up with them, but now we all have to help you find them now' he says running his thumb over the top of my hand.
"Are you going to help me too" I say hoping he is. I feel so safe with him near.
"If that's what you want" he says looking into my eyes.
"I'm sorry I can't remember you, but I feel in my heart that I need you here" I say crying and he stands up to wipe them away.
"Well that is a start and I'll take it" he says smiling at me and caressing my cheek.
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Two days later, my memories are still all mixed together. Paris stopped by with a guy named Doyle. That confused me until she filled in gasps for me. That I did go to Yale and we were roommates. That Doyle was our editor at the Yale Daily News. That the three of us had an apartment together. She also left a portfolio of my writing for me to look at.
"Hey what do you have there" Logan says. He told me his name after that day I told him I needed him. No body will tell me about our relationship because he wants me to remember him.
"Paris and Doyle brought it with them. It's articles I wrote for the Yale Daily News. So I guess this is proof that I went there" I tell him as he hands me my coffee and kisses my forehead. Good I want him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips on mine.
"That was nice of them, maybe that will help you" he says sitting down and taking out an album.
"I hope you don't mind but Lorelai gave me this. She said it should help" he says handing it to me.
"I remember this. It has all the memories from Chilton in it" I say smiling opening it up.
"That's what she said" he say leaning over to see the pictures as I told him about the dance and Tristan fighting with Dean. How mom made the dress. How arrogate Tristan was back then calling me Mary and never leaving me alone. Then how he broke into the safe with Duncan and Bowman and got his ass thrown into Military school in North Carolina. Then the student council trip to DC between junior and senior year. But then nothing as I flipped through senior year. Pictures of Paris, Madeline, Louise and I at the paper. Then student council, CNN but nothing with Tristan.
"Why isn't Tristan in any of these" I question.
"Because I wasn't at Chilton senior year Mare" someone says and I look at the door. Sure enough it's Tristan. Dressed casually in a A&F tee with jeans. God he's hot.
"What the hell did you do to your hair" I question him.
"I had a run in with a razor. Why don't you like it" he smirks rubbing the short buzz cut of his.
"No, it looks horrible, please grow it out. Your skull looks all lopsided" I laugh at him.
"Well you cut bangs in yours" he says walking to the bed on the opposite side of Logan.
"Logan this is Tristan Mr. buzz cut. Tris this is Logan." I say introducing them.
"He's the one that called me Mare" Tristan says.
"You did" I question Logan.
"We need you to remember everything and the only way for you to do that is to talk and see Tristan. So I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few hours. Dugray remember what I told you" Logan says standing up kissing my head and pointing at Tristan.
"Duly noted man" he says looking at me.