A/N: Thank you to all of you constructive reviewers. I really appreciate
all that you had to say. So, here is chapter 5.
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Mark had been the first one to arrive. Of course, Rory had called him first, so that gave him the upper hand. After Mark, she had called her grandparents. Soon after, she called Luke. Next she was on the phone with Sookie telling her and Jackson to come down to the hospital. Finally she called Lane, then her father. That had been hard. She had had to be amazingly vague and had practically hung up on him. Of course, she hadn't told anyone what had happened, just that they needed to come. She still didn't know how to tell any of them.
Rory was relieved when Mark walked into the room before any of the others got there. She could talk to him, she was sure. But she didn't have a plan. She always had a plan for things. As Mark approached her, she simply fell into his arms. She still didn't cry, just needed someone to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be alright.
"It's okay," he assured her in a comforting tone. She felt completely safe in his arms, like none of this had happened. Nothing and no one existed besides the two of them. This moment was all she needed. This was the best thing she had ever felt. Some people called it love. Rory didn't know what it was, but it felt better than good.
Just then Mark moved to sit in one of the overstuffed waiting room chairs. As she looked into his deep brown eyes, he shifted nervously, still smiling. Oh, no. Rory had forgotten his fear of hospitals. He had told her that he didn't like being in a place with so much death and suffering. She hugged him again.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"I love you," he told her, squeezing her toward him.
"I love you, too," she answered, holding tight to the moment.
"Mind telling me what happened?" He asked as he broke the hug.
"Uh." Scenes from that day flashed through her mind. The fight, the note. "I just.there was this.then I." she stumbled over her words, not knowing how to say what she was thinking. Finally she let out a defeated sigh. "I can't," she confessed.
Then he kissed her. It was amazing. She didn't understand how he could comfort her and know exactly what she needed when he didn't even know what had happened. She supposed it was love, again.
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Mark had been the first one to arrive. Of course, Rory had called him first, so that gave him the upper hand. After Mark, she had called her grandparents. Soon after, she called Luke. Next she was on the phone with Sookie telling her and Jackson to come down to the hospital. Finally she called Lane, then her father. That had been hard. She had had to be amazingly vague and had practically hung up on him. Of course, she hadn't told anyone what had happened, just that they needed to come. She still didn't know how to tell any of them.
Rory was relieved when Mark walked into the room before any of the others got there. She could talk to him, she was sure. But she didn't have a plan. She always had a plan for things. As Mark approached her, she simply fell into his arms. She still didn't cry, just needed someone to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be alright.
"It's okay," he assured her in a comforting tone. She felt completely safe in his arms, like none of this had happened. Nothing and no one existed besides the two of them. This moment was all she needed. This was the best thing she had ever felt. Some people called it love. Rory didn't know what it was, but it felt better than good.
Just then Mark moved to sit in one of the overstuffed waiting room chairs. As she looked into his deep brown eyes, he shifted nervously, still smiling. Oh, no. Rory had forgotten his fear of hospitals. He had told her that he didn't like being in a place with so much death and suffering. She hugged him again.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"I love you," he told her, squeezing her toward him.
"I love you, too," she answered, holding tight to the moment.
"Mind telling me what happened?" He asked as he broke the hug.
"Uh." Scenes from that day flashed through her mind. The fight, the note. "I just.there was this.then I." she stumbled over her words, not knowing how to say what she was thinking. Finally she let out a defeated sigh. "I can't," she confessed.
Then he kissed her. It was amazing. She didn't understand how he could comfort her and know exactly what she needed when he didn't even know what had happened. She supposed it was love, again.