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A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews!! I'm so glad you like my story.. well here goes Chapter 2..hope you like it.it's kind of sad though so you've been warned.
Still Loving You
Chapter 2: I never meant to hurt you.
The next few days Tristan called and their phone conversations remained mostly the same. They weren't close and personal like they normally were when Tristan when he was on the road. It was a Thursday night and Rory was heading home. She was almost at the apartment, crossing the street to get to the building when out of nowhere a car comes whizzing down the street at about seventy-miles-per-hour. Rory didn't see the car and was hit. Ten minutes later, someone spotted her.
At about 11:30 that night the phone rang in Tristan's hotel room. "Hello?" he answered groggily. "Tristan." Lorelai began sobbing. "Lorelai? What's wrong?"
"Oh god." she choked out. His heart leapt in his throat. "Is Rory okay?" he whispered. "She's in a coma Tristan," Tristan's world suddenly felt like it was crashing down on him. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he said quietly. "Be careful Tristan," Lorelai said quickly. "Don't worry I'll be there Lorelai," she hung up the phone. "He's coming," Lorelai told her husband Luke and began crying again. "Rory's going to be okay, Lor," he assured her. "He sounded so upset,"
"He'll be here soon though,"
"Yeah,"
The whole plane ride felt surreal to Tristan. It couldn't be true that Rory was in a coma he had spoken to Rory at ten that night. Now, it was one in the morning and Tristan's couldn't be more awake then he was then. "Why didn't I tell her I loved her tonight?" he muttered to himself. He made his way out of the airport; he called a cab on his cell phone. As soon as he got in he ordered to cab driver to go as fast as he could. When they arrived at Mass General Hospital Tristan hopped out and fumbled with his wallet. He pulled out a 50-dollar bill.the cab driver began to make change but Tristan wouldn't let him. "Keep it," he said softly and walked into the hospital. "Could you please tell me where Rory DuGrey's room is?"
"Visiting hours are over, sir," the receptionist told him uncaring. "I'm Tristan DuGrey,"
"Wonderful Game Last Night!" she gushed. "Yeah, yeah could I have my wife's room number please?"
"She's in ICU Room Number Five,"
"Thank You," Tristan walked as fast as he in the halls. Finally he made it to the ICU. "Lorelai!" he cried racing to Rory's mother. "Tristan," she whispered. "How is she?" he asked worriedly. "She's still in the coma but she's stable,"
"Do you know what happened to her?" Lorelai shook her head. Luke spotted Tristan standing there slouched over with his hands in his pockets. "Tristan you can go in," Luke told the boy. "Thanks," he said smiling slightly at Luke. Rory lay on the hospital bed her skin as white as snow. "I love you Rory," he whispered. "More than baseball, more than anything," Tristan began to cry remembering their argument. He wished more than anything he could see her bright blue eyes and hear her soft voice. He took her hand and hated the feel of her cold hand. "I never meant to hurt you Rory," he whispered and continued to sit next to Rory, crying.
A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews!! I'm so glad you like my story.. well here goes Chapter 2..hope you like it.it's kind of sad though so you've been warned.
Still Loving You
Chapter 2: I never meant to hurt you.
The next few days Tristan called and their phone conversations remained mostly the same. They weren't close and personal like they normally were when Tristan when he was on the road. It was a Thursday night and Rory was heading home. She was almost at the apartment, crossing the street to get to the building when out of nowhere a car comes whizzing down the street at about seventy-miles-per-hour. Rory didn't see the car and was hit. Ten minutes later, someone spotted her.
At about 11:30 that night the phone rang in Tristan's hotel room. "Hello?" he answered groggily. "Tristan." Lorelai began sobbing. "Lorelai? What's wrong?"
"Oh god." she choked out. His heart leapt in his throat. "Is Rory okay?" he whispered. "She's in a coma Tristan," Tristan's world suddenly felt like it was crashing down on him. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he said quietly. "Be careful Tristan," Lorelai said quickly. "Don't worry I'll be there Lorelai," she hung up the phone. "He's coming," Lorelai told her husband Luke and began crying again. "Rory's going to be okay, Lor," he assured her. "He sounded so upset,"
"He'll be here soon though,"
"Yeah,"
The whole plane ride felt surreal to Tristan. It couldn't be true that Rory was in a coma he had spoken to Rory at ten that night. Now, it was one in the morning and Tristan's couldn't be more awake then he was then. "Why didn't I tell her I loved her tonight?" he muttered to himself. He made his way out of the airport; he called a cab on his cell phone. As soon as he got in he ordered to cab driver to go as fast as he could. When they arrived at Mass General Hospital Tristan hopped out and fumbled with his wallet. He pulled out a 50-dollar bill.the cab driver began to make change but Tristan wouldn't let him. "Keep it," he said softly and walked into the hospital. "Could you please tell me where Rory DuGrey's room is?"
"Visiting hours are over, sir," the receptionist told him uncaring. "I'm Tristan DuGrey,"
"Wonderful Game Last Night!" she gushed. "Yeah, yeah could I have my wife's room number please?"
"She's in ICU Room Number Five,"
"Thank You," Tristan walked as fast as he in the halls. Finally he made it to the ICU. "Lorelai!" he cried racing to Rory's mother. "Tristan," she whispered. "How is she?" he asked worriedly. "She's still in the coma but she's stable,"
"Do you know what happened to her?" Lorelai shook her head. Luke spotted Tristan standing there slouched over with his hands in his pockets. "Tristan you can go in," Luke told the boy. "Thanks," he said smiling slightly at Luke. Rory lay on the hospital bed her skin as white as snow. "I love you Rory," he whispered. "More than baseball, more than anything," Tristan began to cry remembering their argument. He wished more than anything he could see her bright blue eyes and hear her soft voice. He took her hand and hated the feel of her cold hand. "I never meant to hurt you Rory," he whispered and continued to sit next to Rory, crying.