A/N: I'm soo sorry it took me such a long time to update! Hopefully I still have some readers! Anyways here's chapter 12!
Chapter 12: Unresponsive
As they pulled up to the hospital Tristan turned to look at Rory, she had been silent most of the way.
"Rory?" he questioned unsure of whether she realized they had arrived.
Getting no response he unbuckled his seat be and the proceeded to do the same for her, Once again she failed to respond. Taking s deep breath he opened his door, got out and walked to the passenger's side. He opened her door then looked at her expectantly. She didn't budge. Tristan took a moment to contemplate his next move.
"Rory?" he questioned again. This time she slowly turned towards him, a blank expression having taken up residence ion her face.
"We're here," he told her softly.
"Oh, okay." As she said this Rory began to remover herself from the vehicle and walk toward the Hospital entryway. Under normal circumstances Tristan would have asked her whether she wanted him to go with her, but seeing her zombie-like state he decided it would be best to accompany her.
After shutting the door he jogged to catch up with her. Silently they stepped into the elevator. Assuming Rory would press the button for the floor they needed Tristan waited patiently. Finally realizing that Rory had no intention of doing so, he quickly checked the directory and poked the button to the fifth floor.
The elevator ride seemed to last forever. Thankfully however, not a single person joined them allowing the elevator to glide directly to the fifth floor. As the doors slide open Tristan looked a Rory wondering whether her mind was anywhere near him and this hospital. His questions were answered as Rory slowly interlaced her fingers with his.
Together they stepped out of the elevator and directly towards the reception desk.
"Which room might we find Lorelai Gilmore?" Tristan asked.
"Are you family?"
"This is Rory Gilmore, Miss Gilmore's daughter," Tristan responded motioning towards Rory.
"Room 510, her fiancé is with her now."
"Thank you."
He turned to walk towards the room but Rory didn't move. He then gave her had a gentle squeeze attempting to reassure her and looked into her eyes. She seemed to be looking straight through him.
"Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"Your mom…she's this way," he said pointing toward the hallway.
Little by little she began to walk down it stopping once they were standing in front of room 510.
She was paying attention, he thought. Thank god.
"Rory, I'm going to wait out here. Okay? You go on inside and see your mom. I'm just going to go call the office and let them know where we are."
Nodding, nearly in a catatonic state Rory released his hand, turned the doorknob and stepped into the room.
She turned her head taking in the room. Her mom was lying under a blue blanked, left arm in a cast, head bandaged and whole body attached to numerous machines.
In a chair next to her was Luke, clearly asleep, with his hand over Lorelai's. Rory made her way over to the other side of the bed and slumped down into a chair, the same blank look appearing on her face.
Having informed work of their whereabouts Tristan took a seat facing the door. It had been mere seconds when he heard a couple arguing.
"Richard we must find her."
"We will Emily. Just stay calm and must you be so loud?"
"I'll have you know I am aloud to be as loud as I want! Why must you always tell me to quiet down? For God sakes Richard, our daughter is in a coma, I'll be as loud as I'd like!"
Hesitantly Tristan made his way over to the couple.
"Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore?" he asked.
"Yes?" Emily snapped distractedly.
"I just come over to inform you that Lorelai is right over there," he said motioning towards the room. "Number 510."
Emily rushed toward the room.
"Thank you son. Might I ask who you are and how you know my daughter?" Richard questioned while taking in the young mans appearance.
"Tristan Dugrey Sir. I am a co-worker of your granddaughter's…I drove her here."
"Very well, thank you for your assistance. I'm sure I will be seeing you soon," and with that Richard took the same path as his wife into the nearby hospital room.
"Led alone in the hallway once again, unsure of how long the family would be Tristan decided to go get himself some coffee.
When he arrived back at the room, two coffee cups in hand he found the elder Gilmore's accompanied by a slightly scruffy man in flannel, whom he assumed was Lorelai's fiancé.
"Ah, Tritan my dear boy, we were wondering where you'd gone to. It seems my granddaughter would like to see you. She's right in there."
"Thank you Sir." Tristan said pushing the door open.
A/N: This is kind of a filler chapter, I'm not all that happy with it. Even though I'm sure you were bored to tears I'd still appreciate your reviews. Also I'd like some suggestions. Should the coma last long? Should it be short? Should she wake up at all? What do you want to happen? Please let me know. And thank you soo much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I loved them sooo much.
