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Lorelai sat in the hallway. Rory's room on her left, Tristan's on her right. The fact that Rory hadn't had anything to eat and she hadn't gotten any sleep had put her body through a lot of stress. Enough stress to make her pass out. They hooked her up to an IV to get fluids running through her body and she was now sleeping very heavily. Lorelai was happy that it wasn't too serious but still very worried about her daughter. So, she sat there, rubbing her slightly round stomach, pondering what she should do next.

She had called Luke and he would be here any minute. She was grateful for him. He had been great the entire time. Supporting her, making sure she was okay.

She heard a moan coming from one of the rooms and stood up. She looked into Rory's room. Nope. Still sleeping. She walked into Tristan's and saw that he had woken up. Smiling, she walked over to his bed.

"Hey. Welcome back"

He smiled back. "Thanks."

"How you feel?"

"Like I just got shot"

She laughed. "I'll go get the nurse" She turned and walked away but he caught her before she did.

"How's Rory?"

Lorelai bit her lip and looked back at him, hesitating. "She's fine." She walked out of the room and got the nurse.

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Luke walked in shortly after that. "Lorelai?" He said to the woman sitting in the chair between the two rooms. She looked up and smiled. "Hey"

"Hey. How's Rory?"

"She's fine. She just over-stressed herself. She's sleeping. Tristan woke up"

Luke smiled. "He did? Good. Rory will be happy"

"Yes she will. Very happy"

"And you? How are you doing?" He sat down next to her.

She sighed. "I'll be happy when everything's back to the way it should be. When Rory's sleeping at home in her bed and not in a hospital bed."

"I think we all will."

The nurse came out of Tristan's room and stopped in front of Lorelai. "Are you Lorelai Gilmore? Tristan's asking for you"

Lorelai nodded, smiled at Luke and walked into the boy's hospital room.

"What'd she have to say?"

"She gave me some pain meds and told me to rest"

"Well then I guess I shouldn't keep you..." she started walking back to the door

"Lorelai" He stopped her. "How's Rory?"

"She's fine"

"Where is she?"

Lorelai sighed. "In the next room"

Tristan scowled. "Next room?"

Lorelai sat in the chair next to his bed. "She passed out. She hadn't eaten anything or gotten any sleep since-" She glance at him. "Well you know. Her body was over-stressed. She passed out. So she's sleeping in the bed next door. They have an IV stuck in her to give her fluids. She's fine"

Tristan closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine" He repeated.
"Fine. She's going to be fine. She'll wake up soon and when she does she's going to come running in here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sure your sister would love to know you are awake" She smiled at him once more and left the room.

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"Tristan! Oh thank god you're okay!" Melanie exclaimed, running into the room.

Tristan smiled. "Hey Mel" He wrapped his arms around her when she gave him a hug. "How are you?"

"Better, now that you're awake. You scared me so much!"

"Sorry Munchkin, I didn't mean to. How's everything at home?"

"Usual" She said, pulling a chair up to the side of the bed and sitting down. "Dad's on a business trip and Mom is doing something or other with the DAR. She sends her best wishes" Melanie rolled her eyes at the antics of her mother. She wanted to strangle the woman sometimes.

Tristan smiled sympathetically at the young girl. "And school?"

"Usual. Boring teachers. Boring classes"

"Grades?"

She rolled her eyes, "Are just as high as they were when you decided to get yourself shot"

He chuckled. "Good"

She bit her lip and looked down.

"What?" He scowled at her.

"I...uh….have a boyfriend" She didn't look up,

"Who?" He demanded

"James Whitacker"

"You're too young"

"I turn thirteen in one week!"

"Again, too young"

"Well too bad for you then. I'm dating him"

"Just wait til I meet him"

"You're not going to do anything Tristan!"

"Why not? There's no fun in that!"

"I like him Tristan! He's a good guy. Better then anyone else at our school. He's different. He doesn't treat me like the rest do"

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "How do the rest of the guys treat you?"

"That's not the point"

"Well now it is"

"Can you for one second stop being so overprotective?"

"You're my little sister. You deserve the best"

"And who says James isn't? You haven't even met the guy! Just-" She sighed. "Just don't jump to conclusions about him til you've met him. Alright?"

He sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I'm meeting him when I get out of here"

She smiled, happy that she was the one to win this time. "You wouldn't have it any other way"

He chuckled.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee, I'll be right back" She gave him another hug and walked out of the room. Revealing a red-eyed-Rory standing in the doorway in a hospital gown.

Tristan smiled at her and she launched herself into his arms. He reveled in the feeling of holding her, planting her scent into his mind. He held her tight, just as she did. Neither one wanting to let go.

"I'm so sorry" She cried, tears freely falling. "This is all my fault-"

Tristan pulled back, wanting to look her in the eyes. "Rory, stop. This is not your fault."

"But-"

"No buts. I'm fine. I'll be getting out of here soon. I'm just worried about you"

"Me? Why me?"

"You're dressed in a hospital gown"

She bit her lip.

"I'm the one who should be sorry for putting you through all that stress"

"You were protecting me. If I hadn't been in there you wouldn't have gotten shot"

"That's not your fault. You didn't pull the trigger Rory, I promise you. It's not you're fault"

She nodded, laying her head back down on his chest. "I'm so glad you're okay"

"Me too Mare, me too"

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