Title: Just When You Least Expect It.
Chapter Three
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Yada yada yada. I think all of us know by now that none of us own it, because quite frankly, if I did own it, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this, would I?
Post date: 30th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! Did you like the last chapter? Don't worry, it would be pretty stupid of me to kill Rory at this point, because then I wouldn't have a story, and because I'm a happy endings kind of girl. She's got a few things to resolve, so don't worry, Rory's in this story for good at the moment. But then again, depending on how many reviews I get...muuhahhahahah! oh the power!!! Anyways, Enjoy!
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Tristan ran into the emergency room, frantic. He had to get help.
"Somebody help me! She just collapsed! Please, somebody, help!" He yelled.
Immediately a doctor ran up to him.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"In my car. Please you have to help me."
The doctor followed Tristan out of the building to his car, grabbing a stretcher on the way out and rolling it with him.
Tristan reached into the car, picked Rory up and laid her down on the stretcher. Her face was extremely pale.
"Where was she when she collapsed?" the doctor questioned.
"In the movie theatre." Tristan replied; he was too busy looking at Rory's pale face with horror to elaborate.
"And what had she being doing before that?" The doctor queried. He had to know what he was dealing with before he could treat it.
"She said she'd been drinking coffee. But she drinks that all the time." Tristan said, realizing that he needed to tell the doctor as much as possible - for Rory's sake.
"How old I she?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, sixteen" Tristan said, not quite sure.
"Okay, I'm gonna need to run some tests to see what's wrong, but I need parental permission to do that, so do you have a number I can call?" the doctor asked.
"7698 4325" Tristan recited from memory. (A/N I have absolutely no idea what American phone numbers are like, so you know, give me a break.)
"Alright. Thank you. You will need to wait in the waiting room." (hahaha what else are waiting rooms for? Lol) the doctor said.
"Thanks," Tristan said, taking a seat as he watched the doctor roll Rory away.
**************************Phone conversation**************************
M-Hello, DuGrey residence, Mandy speaking, who can I connect you to?
T-Hi Mandy, my name's Tristan. I'm the DuGrey's son. Is my mother or father or home please?
M-Certainly, Master DuGrey. But I must warn you, your father seems to be in a somewhat 'foul' mood at the moment.
T-is my mother home then?
M-No, I'm sorry, she's out for the night. Would you like me to take a message?
T-No, it's important. I guess I'll have to speak to my father. Thank you Mandy.
M-Your welcome Master Dugrey.
W-Hello, William DuGrey speaking.
T-Hello father, it's me.
W-Who?
T-Tristan, father.
W-Oh, right. What do you want?
T-I just wanted to let you know that I might be home late tonight.
W-You have a curfew young man, its one of the conditions that your even home instead of in North Carolina.
T-I know father, but I need to be out late tonight.
W-Why? Where are you?
T-I'm at the hospital Father.
W-What have you done this time? Did you beat someone up?
T-No, father, I did not beat anyone up. If I beat someone up, I'd be at the police station.
W-Then why are you at the hospital.
T-A friend of mine collapsed. I need to be here for her.
W-Collapsed? Why?
T-We don't know. That's the thing.
W-Look, you'll have to speak to your mother about this, I'm busy.
T-She's not home.
W-Then call her mobile! I don't have time to waste on you!
************************End phone conversation************************
Tristan hung up the phone, his eyes stinging.
*************************Phone conversation************************
F-Hello, Fiona speaking. *giggle*
T-Mom, it's your son, Tristan.
F-Hello Tristan dear. How are you? *giggle*
T-Mom, are you drunk?
F-Of course not dear, just a little smashed. *giggle*
T-well, I'll speak to you later then.
F-Okay dear. Bye now! *giggle*
************************End phone conversation************************
Tristan hung up the phone and immediately picked it up again; dialing the only number he could think of.
*************************Phone conversation************************
J-Hello, Janlan speaking.
T-Hi grandpa, its me
J-Tristan! How are you? I haven't spoken to you in a while.
T-I know grandpa, I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to call you from home.
J-William's orders?
T-Yep.
J-So where are you calling from now?
T-the hospital, actually.
J-is everything all right?
T-no, not really. A friend of mine has collapsed, and I rang my father to get an extension on my curfew, but he told me to call mom, and she's smashed, and I didn't know who else to call. (distressed)
J-Tristan, its going to be all right. Which hospital are you in?
T-Hartford East Public. It was the closest one.
J-Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Try to relax Tristan. It'll be all right.
T-Thank you Grandpa.
*************************Phone conversation************************
Tristan slumped in an uncomfortable chair and was lost his own thoughts until a nurse approached him
"Is Rory okay?" Tristan asked, still distressed.
"I don't know sir, sorry. I was just wondering if you knew another number we could call - no one's answering at home and we need to get through to Rory's mother." The nurse smiled apologetically.
"Umm, I guess you could try her grandparents' house. I don't know the number, but the names are Emily and Richard Gilmore and the live in Hartford." Tristan said.
"Thank you, sir. Would you like a cup of coffee?" The nurse asked.
"No thank you." Tristan replied. He didn't want to look at anything that may have made Rory sick, including coffee.
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Do you like it? Please review!
Chapter Three
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Yada yada yada. I think all of us know by now that none of us own it, because quite frankly, if I did own it, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this, would I?
Post date: 30th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! Did you like the last chapter? Don't worry, it would be pretty stupid of me to kill Rory at this point, because then I wouldn't have a story, and because I'm a happy endings kind of girl. She's got a few things to resolve, so don't worry, Rory's in this story for good at the moment. But then again, depending on how many reviews I get...muuhahhahahah! oh the power!!! Anyways, Enjoy!
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Tristan ran into the emergency room, frantic. He had to get help.
"Somebody help me! She just collapsed! Please, somebody, help!" He yelled.
Immediately a doctor ran up to him.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"In my car. Please you have to help me."
The doctor followed Tristan out of the building to his car, grabbing a stretcher on the way out and rolling it with him.
Tristan reached into the car, picked Rory up and laid her down on the stretcher. Her face was extremely pale.
"Where was she when she collapsed?" the doctor questioned.
"In the movie theatre." Tristan replied; he was too busy looking at Rory's pale face with horror to elaborate.
"And what had she being doing before that?" The doctor queried. He had to know what he was dealing with before he could treat it.
"She said she'd been drinking coffee. But she drinks that all the time." Tristan said, realizing that he needed to tell the doctor as much as possible - for Rory's sake.
"How old I she?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, sixteen" Tristan said, not quite sure.
"Okay, I'm gonna need to run some tests to see what's wrong, but I need parental permission to do that, so do you have a number I can call?" the doctor asked.
"7698 4325" Tristan recited from memory. (A/N I have absolutely no idea what American phone numbers are like, so you know, give me a break.)
"Alright. Thank you. You will need to wait in the waiting room." (hahaha what else are waiting rooms for? Lol) the doctor said.
"Thanks," Tristan said, taking a seat as he watched the doctor roll Rory away.
**************************Phone conversation**************************
M-Hello, DuGrey residence, Mandy speaking, who can I connect you to?
T-Hi Mandy, my name's Tristan. I'm the DuGrey's son. Is my mother or father or home please?
M-Certainly, Master DuGrey. But I must warn you, your father seems to be in a somewhat 'foul' mood at the moment.
T-is my mother home then?
M-No, I'm sorry, she's out for the night. Would you like me to take a message?
T-No, it's important. I guess I'll have to speak to my father. Thank you Mandy.
M-Your welcome Master Dugrey.
W-Hello, William DuGrey speaking.
T-Hello father, it's me.
W-Who?
T-Tristan, father.
W-Oh, right. What do you want?
T-I just wanted to let you know that I might be home late tonight.
W-You have a curfew young man, its one of the conditions that your even home instead of in North Carolina.
T-I know father, but I need to be out late tonight.
W-Why? Where are you?
T-I'm at the hospital Father.
W-What have you done this time? Did you beat someone up?
T-No, father, I did not beat anyone up. If I beat someone up, I'd be at the police station.
W-Then why are you at the hospital.
T-A friend of mine collapsed. I need to be here for her.
W-Collapsed? Why?
T-We don't know. That's the thing.
W-Look, you'll have to speak to your mother about this, I'm busy.
T-She's not home.
W-Then call her mobile! I don't have time to waste on you!
************************End phone conversation************************
Tristan hung up the phone, his eyes stinging.
*************************Phone conversation************************
F-Hello, Fiona speaking. *giggle*
T-Mom, it's your son, Tristan.
F-Hello Tristan dear. How are you? *giggle*
T-Mom, are you drunk?
F-Of course not dear, just a little smashed. *giggle*
T-well, I'll speak to you later then.
F-Okay dear. Bye now! *giggle*
************************End phone conversation************************
Tristan hung up the phone and immediately picked it up again; dialing the only number he could think of.
*************************Phone conversation************************
J-Hello, Janlan speaking.
T-Hi grandpa, its me
J-Tristan! How are you? I haven't spoken to you in a while.
T-I know grandpa, I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to call you from home.
J-William's orders?
T-Yep.
J-So where are you calling from now?
T-the hospital, actually.
J-is everything all right?
T-no, not really. A friend of mine has collapsed, and I rang my father to get an extension on my curfew, but he told me to call mom, and she's smashed, and I didn't know who else to call. (distressed)
J-Tristan, its going to be all right. Which hospital are you in?
T-Hartford East Public. It was the closest one.
J-Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Try to relax Tristan. It'll be all right.
T-Thank you Grandpa.
*************************Phone conversation************************
Tristan slumped in an uncomfortable chair and was lost his own thoughts until a nurse approached him
"Is Rory okay?" Tristan asked, still distressed.
"I don't know sir, sorry. I was just wondering if you knew another number we could call - no one's answering at home and we need to get through to Rory's mother." The nurse smiled apologetically.
"Umm, I guess you could try her grandparents' house. I don't know the number, but the names are Emily and Richard Gilmore and the live in Hartford." Tristan said.
"Thank you, sir. Would you like a cup of coffee?" The nurse asked.
"No thank you." Tristan replied. He didn't want to look at anything that may have made Rory sick, including coffee.
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