Tristan woke up, and he felt quite cold. "Umph," he groaned.
"Wait, don't move, help is on the way," a voice said. Tristan didn't recognize it, but that line was ringing in and out of his head. It was now that he realized that he was in the snow, with cut all over him. 'What happened?' Tristan thought, 'where's Rory?'
"Where's Rory," he mumbled.
"Help is coming, just don't move!" the voice was shaking, like they were worried.
Tristan heard the voice over and over in his head, and finally drifted off to sleep.
~6 hours later~
Tristan awoke and immediately looked around where he was. He was in a hospital room, with IV needles all over him. Why was he here? What happened? Where was Rory? What happened?
Tristan looked at himself, bruises and scrapes everywhere, a cast on his right arm, and wrapping around his other wrist.
Someone walked in the room. Tristan couldn't see who it was because his vision was blurry. "Tristan!"
But Tristan recognized that voice. It was Lorelai's.
Tristan tried to sit up more, but Lorelai walked to his side, "Don't, you're going to hurt yourself."
Tristan's vision cleared up now, and looked right into Lorelai's eyes, he saw that they were bloodshot, she had been crying. "Where's Rory?" he asked in a raspy voice.
Lorelai broke down in tears. When she was finished, she said, "Rory didn't make it all the way through, Tristan, she's, she's in a coma. And the doctors don't think that she will make it."
~Rory~
I am in a dark place. It is full with dead trees, and the sky is gray and black. I walk down this narrow road, and I cant see anything in the future. Just a skinny road, with yellow lines in the middle, dead trees on the sides, and dark brick walls on both sides. I have nothing to do but walk, and walk, and walk.
~Tristan~
Tristan enters the room of his lover. She is lying there, asleep and helpless. He couldn't stand seeing her there. It was tearing him up inside. He sat next to her, and took her flimsy hand.
"Hey, Sweetie," he greeted softly. "The doctors said you could hear me when I talk to you, so here I go... I am so sorry, Baby. I could have done something, anything." A single tear ran down his cheek. "You gotta hurry up and wake up," more tears poured down. "Please, Rory, please wake up."
~Rory~
I walk down the single line of road there is. I hear something echoing. "Hey, Sweetie," the voice said. I figure out where it is coming from, and it is the other way from what I was walking for. I stop walking, and listening intently to what was said. "I'm sorry... you got to hurry up and wake up." I know that voice!
It's Tristan! It's him!
I start running toward his voice, and I run so hard, and long, that my sides begin to hurt. But that's not stopping me. I'm getting closer, I know it...
A/N: I hope you like it... it is really getting confusing I know... but just try to follow it for me ok?
~Paige Teare
"Wait, don't move, help is on the way," a voice said. Tristan didn't recognize it, but that line was ringing in and out of his head. It was now that he realized that he was in the snow, with cut all over him. 'What happened?' Tristan thought, 'where's Rory?'
"Where's Rory," he mumbled.
"Help is coming, just don't move!" the voice was shaking, like they were worried.
Tristan heard the voice over and over in his head, and finally drifted off to sleep.
~6 hours later~
Tristan awoke and immediately looked around where he was. He was in a hospital room, with IV needles all over him. Why was he here? What happened? Where was Rory? What happened?
Tristan looked at himself, bruises and scrapes everywhere, a cast on his right arm, and wrapping around his other wrist.
Someone walked in the room. Tristan couldn't see who it was because his vision was blurry. "Tristan!"
But Tristan recognized that voice. It was Lorelai's.
Tristan tried to sit up more, but Lorelai walked to his side, "Don't, you're going to hurt yourself."
Tristan's vision cleared up now, and looked right into Lorelai's eyes, he saw that they were bloodshot, she had been crying. "Where's Rory?" he asked in a raspy voice.
Lorelai broke down in tears. When she was finished, she said, "Rory didn't make it all the way through, Tristan, she's, she's in a coma. And the doctors don't think that she will make it."
~Rory~
I am in a dark place. It is full with dead trees, and the sky is gray and black. I walk down this narrow road, and I cant see anything in the future. Just a skinny road, with yellow lines in the middle, dead trees on the sides, and dark brick walls on both sides. I have nothing to do but walk, and walk, and walk.
~Tristan~
Tristan enters the room of his lover. She is lying there, asleep and helpless. He couldn't stand seeing her there. It was tearing him up inside. He sat next to her, and took her flimsy hand.
"Hey, Sweetie," he greeted softly. "The doctors said you could hear me when I talk to you, so here I go... I am so sorry, Baby. I could have done something, anything." A single tear ran down his cheek. "You gotta hurry up and wake up," more tears poured down. "Please, Rory, please wake up."
~Rory~
I walk down the single line of road there is. I hear something echoing. "Hey, Sweetie," the voice said. I figure out where it is coming from, and it is the other way from what I was walking for. I stop walking, and listening intently to what was said. "I'm sorry... you got to hurry up and wake up." I know that voice!
It's Tristan! It's him!
I start running toward his voice, and I run so hard, and long, that my sides begin to hurt. But that's not stopping me. I'm getting closer, I know it...
A/N: I hope you like it... it is really getting confusing I know... but just try to follow it for me ok?
~Paige Teare