okay, i'm warning u now, this is a short chapter. sorry!
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disclaimer: i own gilmore girls. im filthy rich. i'm also lying really
really bad.
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chapter 17: And A Boy About Her Age
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Rory entered the house and closed the door behind her, a huge
smile growing on her face. She couldn't believe what a wonderful evening
she had just had with Tristan. And that kiss at the gazebo, not to mention
the one they had just shared at her doorstep, was amazing.
The phone rang, and Rory spotted it on the kitchen table. She
took her time going walking to the kitchen to answer it.
"Hello?" she finally said.
"Is this Lorelai Gilmore?" came a voice Rory didn't recognize.
"Yes it is," Rory answered, not sure which one the voice was
asking for. "Who am I speaking with?"
"This is Nurse Stevens at the Hartford Memorial Hospital. I'm sorry
to tell you this, but your daughter Lorelai was in a car accident. She
has been admitted to the Emergency ward."
"Lori?" Rory cried. "I'm her sister, Lorelai, Rory for short.
Was there anyone with her?"
"Yes, a boy about her age. So your mother's not there?"
Nurse Stevens asked.
"No, she's not. What should I do?" Rory cried.
"You can come down to the hospital, but I suggest waiting until
your mother comes home. Will she be gone-"
"Thank you," Rory said, hanging up the phone. She grabbed her
handbag and scribbled a note to Lorelai, and then rushed out the door.
She spotted Tristan way off down the street, walking towards his
car.
"Tristan!" she yelled as loudly as she could. He turned around
and saw Rory sprinting down the street. He jogged towards her, and as
he got closer, he noticed she was crying.
"Tristan," she said softly into his chest which she had ran
into.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Take me to the hospital."
"What? Are you okay?"
"Lori, and Jess. They were in a car accident," she said, moving
her head to look up at him.
As soon as the words were out, he took Rory's hand and they
began running to his car, still parked several blocks away.
***
disclaimer: i own gilmore girls. im filthy rich. i'm also lying really
really bad.
***
chapter 17: And A Boy About Her Age
***
Rory entered the house and closed the door behind her, a huge
smile growing on her face. She couldn't believe what a wonderful evening
she had just had with Tristan. And that kiss at the gazebo, not to mention
the one they had just shared at her doorstep, was amazing.
The phone rang, and Rory spotted it on the kitchen table. She
took her time going walking to the kitchen to answer it.
"Hello?" she finally said.
"Is this Lorelai Gilmore?" came a voice Rory didn't recognize.
"Yes it is," Rory answered, not sure which one the voice was
asking for. "Who am I speaking with?"
"This is Nurse Stevens at the Hartford Memorial Hospital. I'm sorry
to tell you this, but your daughter Lorelai was in a car accident. She
has been admitted to the Emergency ward."
"Lori?" Rory cried. "I'm her sister, Lorelai, Rory for short.
Was there anyone with her?"
"Yes, a boy about her age. So your mother's not there?"
Nurse Stevens asked.
"No, she's not. What should I do?" Rory cried.
"You can come down to the hospital, but I suggest waiting until
your mother comes home. Will she be gone-"
"Thank you," Rory said, hanging up the phone. She grabbed her
handbag and scribbled a note to Lorelai, and then rushed out the door.
She spotted Tristan way off down the street, walking towards his
car.
"Tristan!" she yelled as loudly as she could. He turned around
and saw Rory sprinting down the street. He jogged towards her, and as
he got closer, he noticed she was crying.
"Tristan," she said softly into his chest which she had ran
into.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Take me to the hospital."
"What? Are you okay?"
"Lori, and Jess. They were in a car accident," she said, moving
her head to look up at him.
As soon as the words were out, he took Rory's hand and they
began running to his car, still parked several blocks away.