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A/N: Hihihihi, not much more.
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Chapter 13~*~#~*~
She seems invisible
But they never seen her dance the moon
Arms unfolding like wings a-whirling
Twirling soul-a-fire
She's just an angel past her curfew
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Chapter 13 Mary Be Merry~*~#~*~
"1233,1234,1235… 1236"Rory bumbled as she walked past the hospital rooms.
Josh had told he Tristan would be in room 1236. So there she was… but she couldn't decide if she should enter or not.
As she stood there standing in front of the closed door, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Josh standing behind her.
He smiled at her nervously.
"Hey" He said.
"Hey" Was the only thing she could come up with.
He looked at the door and asked her: "Are you going in?" He turned to look at her and saw her hassitation.
"It's ok" he told her, putting his arm around her.
"I… I don't know… How is he?"
"Rory" He said, taking her hand in his. "Go in, Tristan needs you right now."
She nodded and squeesed his hand before she walked up to the door and took a deep breath. She opened the door and just stood there a while looking at Tristan.
He looked pale. She had never seen him like this. He looked… lost.
She managed to gather the courage to walk up to him and took his hand. He turned his head to look at her and she saw a pain in his eyes that ripped through her soul.
"Hey" She managed to get out.
He smiled at her as he stood up and hugged her tightly.
"I'm glad you came" He whispered in her ear.
"How could I not?"
When he let her go and walked away to get her a chair, she finally took a look at the bed.
The man lying in it looked fragile by the tubes seeming to come out of every part of his body, but managed to send out a fibration of strength at the same time.
A strength coming from within.
"How is he doing?" She asked Tristan.
"The doctors said he was doing well… but, I don't know… It's just all so…" He teard up and sat down… not able to speak further.
"I understand" she said. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his leg. "But I think he's gonna be ok. He is a DuGrey after all, isn't he?"
Tristan smiled wryly as he looked at his grandfather, who just lay there, asleep. Rory was right. Janlen was a Dugrey and that had to mean something… right? DuGreys didn't just die of a seizure. They were supposed to die of old age… or… or if it was up to them… don't die at all.
At that moment the door opened and a tall man came walking in.
"Tristan" Tristan got up to greet his father, who he hadn't seen in quite some time. It must have been at least 3 years, Tristan thought as he reached up to hug his father. Alexander DuGrey was stunned at first, but as soon as the arms of his sun folded around his neck, he hugged back, tightly.
A/N: Come on, admit it. I had u fooled didn't I??
But don't you think this is much better then hurting Tristan??
Yeah, thought so too.
So please tell me, what did you think of this chapter? (Even though it was short and contained no gayliness and no actual Troryness Which I promise is coming up in the next chap)
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