Disclaimer~ If I owned any of these characters I wouldn't be a high school
junior and I would have more money than I do. That being said I really
don't want to be sued.
Synopsis~ Tristan Dugrey comes to Yale because of his father's wishes but what is going on inside his head when he gets there? Trory and I'm going to extend it to java junkie.
A/N~ Ok, Thank you to those who reviewed. I was so excited to read them all. Basically that just proves I'm a loser but that's been established for quite some time now. I do appreciate it though and I again would list you all but I'm on the computer with no Internet. I know my last two chapters have been short but I was mad the first time and if I continued I would have ended the story. The second time we were switching to a high-speed Internet and the guys that were coming to install it were about to arrive so I stopped writing and just posted what I had. But now all that's taken care of and I have nothing else to do but this and homework (an essay due Tuesday- I want to see the premiere- and notes due Thursday). So this chapter should be a little longer. On with the story:
A Wrinkle In Time
Chapter 11: Receptionists and interruptions
Rory arrived at the hospital out of breath and went straight to the nurses' station. There was only one nurse at the circular desk and at the moment she looked more interested at her nails and the trashy magazine in front of her then what was going on in the waiting room. Rory stood there for a while hoping the indifferent nurse would look up, but she kept staring at a page that had everything to do with the Emmys. Rory got tired of waiting for the nurse to acknowledge her and spoke up.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Tristan Dugrey. He was brought in sometime ago."
"Can't you see I'm a little busy? So if you go sit down I'll be with you in a minute."
"Your obviously not that busy considering you're just gazing at your nails and a magazine. So I'm going to ask you one more time, where can I find Tristan Dugrey?"
The nurse opened the top file on the curved desk, looked at the information, and looked back at Rory's unyielding face. "He's in room 102, just down that hall."
"Thank you." Rory followed the woman's poorly aimed hand into the sterile hallway that held many rooms including the one she was looking for. She stopped just outside of his room scared of what his condition was. She took a deep breath, knocked lightly on the door to let him know someone was there, and walked in. She released her breath when she saw Tristan. He was in a good-sized hospital bed looking small and weak like a child. He didn't appear to be as bad as she thought he was going to look.
Tristan had woken up when she knocked softly on the door. He now rested there, as she looked him over with a look of both sadness and relief that he wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. She snapped out of her silent reverie and noticed he was awake.
"Hey. What happened?"
"I'm told after I walked you home that I was hit by a drunk driver while crossing an intersection."
"Oh."
"That's exactly what I said, when I was informed of what happened."
Rory laughed for a few seconds and then became serious again. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah. The doctor said I only received minor injuries but they just want to keep me overnight for observation."
"Ok. That's good news, I guess."
"That's what I called you for. I didn't mean for you to have to race over here."
"I would have come anyways, but I guess I'm like my mom when it comes to hospitals. When we hear that people we love are in one we freak out."
"You love me?"
Rory thought about it for a minute then responded. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"I love you too."
Rory walked to his bed and Tristan moved over a little so Rory would have room to sit with him. Rory sat and move to kiss him. Just as their lips were about to touch the doctor interrupted them by clearing his throat. Rory and Tristan gave him a discomfited look. The doctor had seen a moment that was both personal and private.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt I was just coming into check on you to see if you needed anything and to let you know that the visiting hours are over."
"Can I please stay? I promise I'll let him get the rest he needs."
"I guess you can stay. I'll go get another pillow and blanket. I'll be back soon."
The doctor left and Rory looked at Tristan with a proud look on her face. He just smiled and they moved closer to each other. Their lips touched this time, and even though the kiss wasn't as long as each of them wanted it to be, it was very passionate. They ended it as they heard the doctors foot steps behind the door. The doctor came in, gave her the pillow and blanket, and left.
Rory and Tristan kissed again uninterrupted. This kiss was slower and less rushed and allowed them to convey the emotions they had shared that night. As the tongues fought for possession both thought about how lucky they were. The blissful kiss ended and Rory snuggled into Tristan's arms and fell asleep. Tristan watched her sleep for a few minutes, kissed her forehead, and settled into a peaceful sleep as well.
A/N~ I figure this is a good place to end this chapter. It's a little longer than the other ones but still a slight bit shorter than it should be. I would continue it but I have to do that essay for AP US and start the one for English- which is so much easier cause I can break every rule English has ever taught because its an essay in letter form that takes place after the story. I'm very excited about that again proving I'm a loser. - Anyways review and I should have another chapter up by the end of the week. Please REVIEW. I love all of you who have so far. Ok I'm going now.
Synopsis~ Tristan Dugrey comes to Yale because of his father's wishes but what is going on inside his head when he gets there? Trory and I'm going to extend it to java junkie.
A/N~ Ok, Thank you to those who reviewed. I was so excited to read them all. Basically that just proves I'm a loser but that's been established for quite some time now. I do appreciate it though and I again would list you all but I'm on the computer with no Internet. I know my last two chapters have been short but I was mad the first time and if I continued I would have ended the story. The second time we were switching to a high-speed Internet and the guys that were coming to install it were about to arrive so I stopped writing and just posted what I had. But now all that's taken care of and I have nothing else to do but this and homework (an essay due Tuesday- I want to see the premiere- and notes due Thursday). So this chapter should be a little longer. On with the story:
A Wrinkle In Time
Chapter 11: Receptionists and interruptions
Rory arrived at the hospital out of breath and went straight to the nurses' station. There was only one nurse at the circular desk and at the moment she looked more interested at her nails and the trashy magazine in front of her then what was going on in the waiting room. Rory stood there for a while hoping the indifferent nurse would look up, but she kept staring at a page that had everything to do with the Emmys. Rory got tired of waiting for the nurse to acknowledge her and spoke up.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Tristan Dugrey. He was brought in sometime ago."
"Can't you see I'm a little busy? So if you go sit down I'll be with you in a minute."
"Your obviously not that busy considering you're just gazing at your nails and a magazine. So I'm going to ask you one more time, where can I find Tristan Dugrey?"
The nurse opened the top file on the curved desk, looked at the information, and looked back at Rory's unyielding face. "He's in room 102, just down that hall."
"Thank you." Rory followed the woman's poorly aimed hand into the sterile hallway that held many rooms including the one she was looking for. She stopped just outside of his room scared of what his condition was. She took a deep breath, knocked lightly on the door to let him know someone was there, and walked in. She released her breath when she saw Tristan. He was in a good-sized hospital bed looking small and weak like a child. He didn't appear to be as bad as she thought he was going to look.
Tristan had woken up when she knocked softly on the door. He now rested there, as she looked him over with a look of both sadness and relief that he wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. She snapped out of her silent reverie and noticed he was awake.
"Hey. What happened?"
"I'm told after I walked you home that I was hit by a drunk driver while crossing an intersection."
"Oh."
"That's exactly what I said, when I was informed of what happened."
Rory laughed for a few seconds and then became serious again. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah. The doctor said I only received minor injuries but they just want to keep me overnight for observation."
"Ok. That's good news, I guess."
"That's what I called you for. I didn't mean for you to have to race over here."
"I would have come anyways, but I guess I'm like my mom when it comes to hospitals. When we hear that people we love are in one we freak out."
"You love me?"
Rory thought about it for a minute then responded. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"I love you too."
Rory walked to his bed and Tristan moved over a little so Rory would have room to sit with him. Rory sat and move to kiss him. Just as their lips were about to touch the doctor interrupted them by clearing his throat. Rory and Tristan gave him a discomfited look. The doctor had seen a moment that was both personal and private.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt I was just coming into check on you to see if you needed anything and to let you know that the visiting hours are over."
"Can I please stay? I promise I'll let him get the rest he needs."
"I guess you can stay. I'll go get another pillow and blanket. I'll be back soon."
The doctor left and Rory looked at Tristan with a proud look on her face. He just smiled and they moved closer to each other. Their lips touched this time, and even though the kiss wasn't as long as each of them wanted it to be, it was very passionate. They ended it as they heard the doctors foot steps behind the door. The doctor came in, gave her the pillow and blanket, and left.
Rory and Tristan kissed again uninterrupted. This kiss was slower and less rushed and allowed them to convey the emotions they had shared that night. As the tongues fought for possession both thought about how lucky they were. The blissful kiss ended and Rory snuggled into Tristan's arms and fell asleep. Tristan watched her sleep for a few minutes, kissed her forehead, and settled into a peaceful sleep as well.
A/N~ I figure this is a good place to end this chapter. It's a little longer than the other ones but still a slight bit shorter than it should be. I would continue it but I have to do that essay for AP US and start the one for English- which is so much easier cause I can break every rule English has ever taught because its an essay in letter form that takes place after the story. I'm very excited about that again proving I'm a loser. - Anyways review and I should have another chapter up by the end of the week. Please REVIEW. I love all of you who have so far. Ok I'm going now.