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Remember.
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Chapter 3: Bad News
Hours later Luke came into the room. "Tristan, go home. Get some sleep,"
"I'm not tired," he lied not wanting to leave Rory. "Tristan," he chastised him. "I'm going Luke!" he left the room to meet Lorelai in the hallway. "May I borrow your car Lorelai?"
"Sure," she replied handing him the keys. "Bring me back some coffee?" she requested. "I will Lorelai,"
"Thanks for coming back for her,"
"She's my everything Lorelai.without her I'm nothing,"
As he drove back to the apartment everything about Rory and him resurfaced. Like, the time at three a.m. when she had come pounding on his door. Tristan, clad in boxers answered the door; Rory was standing there a grin on her face. "What Rory is something wrong?" she shook her head and with a simple childish smile explained simply "It's snowing!" After she had him get dressed, she dragged him outside and explained to him what to do. "Open your mouth," she instructed. "Now stick your tongue out and catch the snowflakes!"
"I love you Rory," they had been playing in the snows for the entire morning until about eight. Now they were sitting on Tristan's couch snuggling. Rory had fallen asleep quickly feeling safe wrapped in his strong arms. The times Rory helped him practice flashed in his mind. The time Rory took off her socks and shoes to splash in the puddles in their apartment building parking lot after returning from Stars Hollow for Shane's eighth birthday party. The way she'd wake him up in the middle of the night because of a dream she had had about losing him. The way she'd scold him for calling her Mary, Every little thing about her from the way she'd bite her lip on the article she was working on to the way she'd shriek in delight when he'd bring home coffee for her. He realized how much he needed her and how much she meant to him. When he got into his apartment the phone began ringing. "Hello?"
"Tristan?"
"Paris?"
"Where's Rory?"
"She's in a coma, Paris," he said gently. "Oh my god! How are you doing?" she asked concerned for him. "I'm okay but Paris.if anything happens to her."
"Nothing will Tristan," she promised him. "I need to get some sleep Paris I've been up since 11:30 last night,"
"What hospital is she in Tristan?"
"Mass General,"
"Thanks,"
"No problem,"
"bye,"
"Bye," he hung up the phone and as soon as he did it rang again. Groaning he didn't feel like answering it but he did anyways. "Hello?" he answered sitting back onto the coach stifling a groan. "DuGrey, why the hell are you back in Boston? Coach, is going to kill you!"
"Rory's in a coma, Rudy,"
"Oh.wow." came his soft reply. "Can you tell coach for me?"
"Sure thing, man,"
"Thanks," he replied. "Look Rudy I don't mean to be rude but I've been up since 11:30 last night I really need some sleep,"
"Sure thing, buddy,"
"Bye,"
"Bye," Tristan hung up the phone and went into his room and immediately regretted it. On the walls were tons of pictures. Some were of him and Rory, others were Rory, Lorelai and Luke, and some were of the kids with Rory and him. In the corner was a bookshelf. It was where Rory kept her favorite books. He scanned the titles looking for the one he needed. Grabbing it quickly he exited the bedroom and headed for the coach again. Before drifting of to sleep he spotted the famous baseball cap and a picture of their wedding day. Along with the two-framed articles on him and Rory, written by Rory. Plus, the sign 'Rory Gilmore Library', 'Rory Gilmore Coffee Shop' and Mary Gilmore Coffee'.Tristan smiled faintly remembering all the good times with Rory. Four hours later the phone rang making Tristan wake out of his deep slumber. He smiled remembering his dream of him and Rory playing in the park on the playground. "Hello?" he answered sleepily and suddenly all the memories of the coma came rushing back. "Hey Tris, it's Lorelai the doctor wants to tell us some news you need to come back and bring me some coffee!" He grabbed the book he had picked along with the baseball cap. Minutes later, Coffee in one hand, book in the other Tristan arrived. "Mrs. Danes, Mr. Danes and Mr. DuGrey please come with me to my office,"
"Here Lorelai," Tristan whispered handing her the coffee. "Thank You," she said gratefully. "No problem," he replied with a soft smile over the female's addiction to coffee. The doctor sat behind his desk while Lorelai, Tristan and Luke took a seat on the large plush couch. "Now, I have some bad news," the doctor began slowly. Tristan gripped the book nervously. "Your wife, Mr. DuGrey has miscarried the baby," Lorelai gasped at the mention of baby. "She was pregnant?" he asked surprised making Lorelai gasp again. "She didn't tell you?" the doctor questioned him. "No," Tristan said his voice cracking with emotion. Lorelai opened her arms for the poor boy. He was shaking and trembling as he started to cry. "Tristan it's okay," she whispered soothingly. "She wanted me to stay and not go to New York, but I went,"
"What are you talking about," Lorelai asked him confused. "On Saturday I got back from Cleveland and on Sunday I had to leave for New York. Rory and I got into a huge fight.if I had known she was pregnant." he trailed off as he began to cry again. "Sweetie, it wasn't your fault,"
"If I hadn't gone Rory wouldn't be here in the hospital in a come right now!" he spat out at them. He got up and marched out of the doctor's office. He went into Rory's room again and he hated the sight of her just lying there and he being helpless. "Rory, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have gone to New York if I had known. I was such an idiot," he paused taking Rory's hand once again and all the anger he had just disappeared. "I brought our book, you know the one A Walk to Remember? The one you wrote will you marry me in?" he smiled at the memory of that night. "Okay here I go," he opened the book and began to read. "When I was seventeen my life changed forever. I know that there are people who wonder." Meanwhile, in the hall Lorelai and Luke are looking in on Tristan and Rory. "Poor kid," came Luke's comment. "Yeah," she said hugging Luke. "He'll just die if anything happens to Rory,"
"Well nothing will," came Luke's promise. "I hope your right,"
Authors Note: Thanks for reviewing!! I'm glad you like it.
Chapter 3: Bad News
Hours later Luke came into the room. "Tristan, go home. Get some sleep,"
"I'm not tired," he lied not wanting to leave Rory. "Tristan," he chastised him. "I'm going Luke!" he left the room to meet Lorelai in the hallway. "May I borrow your car Lorelai?"
"Sure," she replied handing him the keys. "Bring me back some coffee?" she requested. "I will Lorelai,"
"Thanks for coming back for her,"
"She's my everything Lorelai.without her I'm nothing,"
As he drove back to the apartment everything about Rory and him resurfaced. Like, the time at three a.m. when she had come pounding on his door. Tristan, clad in boxers answered the door; Rory was standing there a grin on her face. "What Rory is something wrong?" she shook her head and with a simple childish smile explained simply "It's snowing!" After she had him get dressed, she dragged him outside and explained to him what to do. "Open your mouth," she instructed. "Now stick your tongue out and catch the snowflakes!"
"I love you Rory," they had been playing in the snows for the entire morning until about eight. Now they were sitting on Tristan's couch snuggling. Rory had fallen asleep quickly feeling safe wrapped in his strong arms. The times Rory helped him practice flashed in his mind. The time Rory took off her socks and shoes to splash in the puddles in their apartment building parking lot after returning from Stars Hollow for Shane's eighth birthday party. The way she'd wake him up in the middle of the night because of a dream she had had about losing him. The way she'd scold him for calling her Mary, Every little thing about her from the way she'd bite her lip on the article she was working on to the way she'd shriek in delight when he'd bring home coffee for her. He realized how much he needed her and how much she meant to him. When he got into his apartment the phone began ringing. "Hello?"
"Tristan?"
"Paris?"
"Where's Rory?"
"She's in a coma, Paris," he said gently. "Oh my god! How are you doing?" she asked concerned for him. "I'm okay but Paris.if anything happens to her."
"Nothing will Tristan," she promised him. "I need to get some sleep Paris I've been up since 11:30 last night,"
"What hospital is she in Tristan?"
"Mass General,"
"Thanks,"
"No problem,"
"bye,"
"Bye," he hung up the phone and as soon as he did it rang again. Groaning he didn't feel like answering it but he did anyways. "Hello?" he answered sitting back onto the coach stifling a groan. "DuGrey, why the hell are you back in Boston? Coach, is going to kill you!"
"Rory's in a coma, Rudy,"
"Oh.wow." came his soft reply. "Can you tell coach for me?"
"Sure thing, man,"
"Thanks," he replied. "Look Rudy I don't mean to be rude but I've been up since 11:30 last night I really need some sleep,"
"Sure thing, buddy,"
"Bye,"
"Bye," Tristan hung up the phone and went into his room and immediately regretted it. On the walls were tons of pictures. Some were of him and Rory, others were Rory, Lorelai and Luke, and some were of the kids with Rory and him. In the corner was a bookshelf. It was where Rory kept her favorite books. He scanned the titles looking for the one he needed. Grabbing it quickly he exited the bedroom and headed for the coach again. Before drifting of to sleep he spotted the famous baseball cap and a picture of their wedding day. Along with the two-framed articles on him and Rory, written by Rory. Plus, the sign 'Rory Gilmore Library', 'Rory Gilmore Coffee Shop' and Mary Gilmore Coffee'.Tristan smiled faintly remembering all the good times with Rory. Four hours later the phone rang making Tristan wake out of his deep slumber. He smiled remembering his dream of him and Rory playing in the park on the playground. "Hello?" he answered sleepily and suddenly all the memories of the coma came rushing back. "Hey Tris, it's Lorelai the doctor wants to tell us some news you need to come back and bring me some coffee!" He grabbed the book he had picked along with the baseball cap. Minutes later, Coffee in one hand, book in the other Tristan arrived. "Mrs. Danes, Mr. Danes and Mr. DuGrey please come with me to my office,"
"Here Lorelai," Tristan whispered handing her the coffee. "Thank You," she said gratefully. "No problem," he replied with a soft smile over the female's addiction to coffee. The doctor sat behind his desk while Lorelai, Tristan and Luke took a seat on the large plush couch. "Now, I have some bad news," the doctor began slowly. Tristan gripped the book nervously. "Your wife, Mr. DuGrey has miscarried the baby," Lorelai gasped at the mention of baby. "She was pregnant?" he asked surprised making Lorelai gasp again. "She didn't tell you?" the doctor questioned him. "No," Tristan said his voice cracking with emotion. Lorelai opened her arms for the poor boy. He was shaking and trembling as he started to cry. "Tristan it's okay," she whispered soothingly. "She wanted me to stay and not go to New York, but I went,"
"What are you talking about," Lorelai asked him confused. "On Saturday I got back from Cleveland and on Sunday I had to leave for New York. Rory and I got into a huge fight.if I had known she was pregnant." he trailed off as he began to cry again. "Sweetie, it wasn't your fault,"
"If I hadn't gone Rory wouldn't be here in the hospital in a come right now!" he spat out at them. He got up and marched out of the doctor's office. He went into Rory's room again and he hated the sight of her just lying there and he being helpless. "Rory, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have gone to New York if I had known. I was such an idiot," he paused taking Rory's hand once again and all the anger he had just disappeared. "I brought our book, you know the one A Walk to Remember? The one you wrote will you marry me in?" he smiled at the memory of that night. "Okay here I go," he opened the book and began to read. "When I was seventeen my life changed forever. I know that there are people who wonder." Meanwhile, in the hall Lorelai and Luke are looking in on Tristan and Rory. "Poor kid," came Luke's comment. "Yeah," she said hugging Luke. "He'll just die if anything happens to Rory,"
"Well nothing will," came Luke's promise. "I hope your right,"