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It was 2 AM and Tristan couldn't stand it. It had been several hours since the nurses had brought Rory out from surgery and into her private room, courtesy of Janlan DuGrey- grandfather and cofounder of Hartford General Hospital.
With confirmation that Rory would recover, slowly but surely, Luke had practically dragged an exhausted Lorelai home to Stars Hollow. Lorelai had left, with promises to arrive the next morning, and had made Tristan leave as well. "Tristan has to have rest if I have to have rest," she had said. "He's got to tell my Rory that he's in love with her, again, tomorrow when she wakes up."
And so there was Tristan, in his empty mansion, twenty minutes away from where he wanted to be: in her hospital room with Rory.
Frustrated, Tristan dragged his hands through his hair. Fuck this. He got out of bed, took a fast shower, got in his car and sped off to the hospital.
Tristan parked his car in the lot, and jogged into the entrance of the hospital. As he was walking down the hospital wing, he heard a nurse call out, "Excuse me young man!"
Sighing, Tristan turned around and looked into the nurse's eyes, "Yes?"
"You cannot be hear right now. Visiting hours are over," The nurse said snidely.
"Look," Tristan said irritably, "I can be wherever I damn well please. I'm going to go and stay with my girlfriend so leave me alone!"
The nurse raised her eyebrows, "No sir, you are not."
"Yes, I am." With that Tristan pulled out his cell phone and called his Grandfather. After debriefing him, Tristan handed the phone to the nurse.
The nurse gingerly plucked the phone from Tristan's hands, and listened through the receiver. "Yes sir?" she stammered. "I'm Sheila Joster, sir. Y-yes sir. Sorry sir." Sheila handed the phone back to Tristan, turned around and went back to the nurses' station.
Satisfied, Tristan walked down the hallway to where Rory was sleeping.
He quietly entered Rory's room. He couldn't look away. Rory was. beautiful. Even while she slept, deathly pale, with IV's and heart monitors and all, Rory was so beautiful, so fragile.
Tristan swallowed nervously, unsteady for the first time since he had re-entered Hartford General. He walked towards the side of her bed and sat down in a worn down chair. How many other people had sat here before, waiting for their loved ones to awake? How many people had sat here in the middle of the night, with only their worst nightmares and the perpetual beeping of the heart monitor as company? How many other people had sat here, in this very chair, and had known that if the person lying in the hospital bed didn't wake up, then their own life would be over because they were so in love with each other, that one would not exist without their other half?
Tristan gingerly picked up one of Rory's limp hands, the one that was free of needles and bandages. He wove his fingers between hers, stroking the back of her hand with his free one.
He had called Rory his girlfriend. To the nurse he had passionately said I'm going to go and stay with my girlfriend.without even realizing that the words were rolling off his tongue. It had been so natural, so real.
Tristan didn't know if he could go back to the way their friendship was before. He had, briefly but surely, thought of his life without Rory. He didn't think he could manage. Just entertaining the idea sent pains through his heart.
He glanced at the clock above him, which now read an offending 3:24. How much longer would he have to suffer through this? This never-ending numbness. Tristan gazed at Rory, please wake up. He started whispering to her: "Rory? Love? Please wake up." He bit his lip and continued, "Do you remember the first time we met?" He laughed a little, "I was such a jerk Ror, such a jerk, and you hated me for it. And then. I left for military school and I missed you so much that I had to come home and befriend you. I'd do anything for you. And so I came back, and became the man you wanted me to be, the man I wanted to be. That was for you baby- because you mean so much to me that I'd do anything for you. And I fell in love with you again, harder and deeper and more in love than I ever thought I could be. And I waited and watched and stayed in love with you as you and I formed this great, fabulous friendship. That friendship meant so much to me Ror, you have no idea. Even though I was in love with you- the fact that I could love you, even if only as a friend, meant so much to me I don't know if I can even express it."
Tristan sighed and looked up into Rory's closed eyes. Her lashes were so dark and long, and briefly Tristan could imagine them brushing up against his cheek. He shut his eyes and continued whispering to her. "And you became my family- you and Lorelai and Luke. Even Jess and Paris became my family. When I went to bed at night, in the awful house of my father, I imagined that you were right there next to me, because that brought so much comfort to me that I could sleep at night. And I looked forward to waking up and driving to get you in the morning, because that meant I got to spend time at Luke's diner with this family that I had privately claimed as my own, and I got to spend time with you- the girl I was in love with, the girl who I had grown to love more and more, the girl who was everything I could ever want." Tristan leaned his head down, and rested his forehead on Rory's arm, needing to be closer to her. His eyes still shut; he finally said in a stronger voice the words he had wanted to say for years. "I love you Rory. I am in love with you. I'll never leave you, I'll never let you go. You'll be my queen, my love, for my life. You'll never be happier, more loved, or more cherished with anyone else but me. I love you Rory, so please come back to me."
Tristan felt a hand lightly run through his hair. His eyes opened quickly, and he slowly raised his head up and looked to Rory's face. Her eyes were open, lashes quickly fluttering open and shut, trying to maintain eye contact with him. Rory was still out of it, groggy and with a pounding headache. But somewhere between sleep and awake, a voice had penetrated her haze with whispering words of friendship. And the words had coaxed her consciousness, and she had felt herself coming closer towards the warm words. With a new, delicate weight on her arm, her eyes had fluttered open and vaguely focused on the crown of golden hair by her side. Her heart began to pound faster as she heard, and more importantly understood, the stunning, wonderful, and terrifying proclamation of love. She looked into his shocking blue eyes, "Tris."
****oh god I'm evil, aren't I? More to come. and I promise there will be intense levels of Trory-ness. Feedback is welcome, of course. In fact, that is what has driven me to continue this story- I had no idea that getting feedback would be this inspirational so I have to thank everyone for it.****
It was 2 AM and Tristan couldn't stand it. It had been several hours since the nurses had brought Rory out from surgery and into her private room, courtesy of Janlan DuGrey- grandfather and cofounder of Hartford General Hospital.
With confirmation that Rory would recover, slowly but surely, Luke had practically dragged an exhausted Lorelai home to Stars Hollow. Lorelai had left, with promises to arrive the next morning, and had made Tristan leave as well. "Tristan has to have rest if I have to have rest," she had said. "He's got to tell my Rory that he's in love with her, again, tomorrow when she wakes up."
And so there was Tristan, in his empty mansion, twenty minutes away from where he wanted to be: in her hospital room with Rory.
Frustrated, Tristan dragged his hands through his hair. Fuck this. He got out of bed, took a fast shower, got in his car and sped off to the hospital.
Tristan parked his car in the lot, and jogged into the entrance of the hospital. As he was walking down the hospital wing, he heard a nurse call out, "Excuse me young man!"
Sighing, Tristan turned around and looked into the nurse's eyes, "Yes?"
"You cannot be hear right now. Visiting hours are over," The nurse said snidely.
"Look," Tristan said irritably, "I can be wherever I damn well please. I'm going to go and stay with my girlfriend so leave me alone!"
The nurse raised her eyebrows, "No sir, you are not."
"Yes, I am." With that Tristan pulled out his cell phone and called his Grandfather. After debriefing him, Tristan handed the phone to the nurse.
The nurse gingerly plucked the phone from Tristan's hands, and listened through the receiver. "Yes sir?" she stammered. "I'm Sheila Joster, sir. Y-yes sir. Sorry sir." Sheila handed the phone back to Tristan, turned around and went back to the nurses' station.
Satisfied, Tristan walked down the hallway to where Rory was sleeping.
He quietly entered Rory's room. He couldn't look away. Rory was. beautiful. Even while she slept, deathly pale, with IV's and heart monitors and all, Rory was so beautiful, so fragile.
Tristan swallowed nervously, unsteady for the first time since he had re-entered Hartford General. He walked towards the side of her bed and sat down in a worn down chair. How many other people had sat here before, waiting for their loved ones to awake? How many people had sat here in the middle of the night, with only their worst nightmares and the perpetual beeping of the heart monitor as company? How many other people had sat here, in this very chair, and had known that if the person lying in the hospital bed didn't wake up, then their own life would be over because they were so in love with each other, that one would not exist without their other half?
Tristan gingerly picked up one of Rory's limp hands, the one that was free of needles and bandages. He wove his fingers between hers, stroking the back of her hand with his free one.
He had called Rory his girlfriend. To the nurse he had passionately said I'm going to go and stay with my girlfriend.without even realizing that the words were rolling off his tongue. It had been so natural, so real.
Tristan didn't know if he could go back to the way their friendship was before. He had, briefly but surely, thought of his life without Rory. He didn't think he could manage. Just entertaining the idea sent pains through his heart.
He glanced at the clock above him, which now read an offending 3:24. How much longer would he have to suffer through this? This never-ending numbness. Tristan gazed at Rory, please wake up. He started whispering to her: "Rory? Love? Please wake up." He bit his lip and continued, "Do you remember the first time we met?" He laughed a little, "I was such a jerk Ror, such a jerk, and you hated me for it. And then. I left for military school and I missed you so much that I had to come home and befriend you. I'd do anything for you. And so I came back, and became the man you wanted me to be, the man I wanted to be. That was for you baby- because you mean so much to me that I'd do anything for you. And I fell in love with you again, harder and deeper and more in love than I ever thought I could be. And I waited and watched and stayed in love with you as you and I formed this great, fabulous friendship. That friendship meant so much to me Ror, you have no idea. Even though I was in love with you- the fact that I could love you, even if only as a friend, meant so much to me I don't know if I can even express it."
Tristan sighed and looked up into Rory's closed eyes. Her lashes were so dark and long, and briefly Tristan could imagine them brushing up against his cheek. He shut his eyes and continued whispering to her. "And you became my family- you and Lorelai and Luke. Even Jess and Paris became my family. When I went to bed at night, in the awful house of my father, I imagined that you were right there next to me, because that brought so much comfort to me that I could sleep at night. And I looked forward to waking up and driving to get you in the morning, because that meant I got to spend time at Luke's diner with this family that I had privately claimed as my own, and I got to spend time with you- the girl I was in love with, the girl who I had grown to love more and more, the girl who was everything I could ever want." Tristan leaned his head down, and rested his forehead on Rory's arm, needing to be closer to her. His eyes still shut; he finally said in a stronger voice the words he had wanted to say for years. "I love you Rory. I am in love with you. I'll never leave you, I'll never let you go. You'll be my queen, my love, for my life. You'll never be happier, more loved, or more cherished with anyone else but me. I love you Rory, so please come back to me."
Tristan felt a hand lightly run through his hair. His eyes opened quickly, and he slowly raised his head up and looked to Rory's face. Her eyes were open, lashes quickly fluttering open and shut, trying to maintain eye contact with him. Rory was still out of it, groggy and with a pounding headache. But somewhere between sleep and awake, a voice had penetrated her haze with whispering words of friendship. And the words had coaxed her consciousness, and she had felt herself coming closer towards the warm words. With a new, delicate weight on her arm, her eyes had fluttered open and vaguely focused on the crown of golden hair by her side. Her heart began to pound faster as she heard, and more importantly understood, the stunning, wonderful, and terrifying proclamation of love. She looked into his shocking blue eyes, "Tris."
****oh god I'm evil, aren't I? More to come. and I promise there will be intense levels of Trory-ness. Feedback is welcome, of course. In fact, that is what has driven me to continue this story- I had no idea that getting feedback would be this inspirational so I have to thank everyone for it.****