~Tristan~
He was leading over the hospital bed, silent tears escaping from his eyes. How could I do this?, he asked himself.
Lorelia enters the room, two coffee cups in hand. "Here," she says friendly, hands him the drink, and sits on the other side of the bed.
Tristan wipes his tears away, hastily, and drinks a sip of the coffee. "It's not Lukes," he says playfully.
She smiles weakly, "No, but I'll manage."
Tristan doesn't even smile; just looks at his angel: helpless and alone.
"Do you think she can hear you?" Lorelai asked.
"I don't know," Tristan says weakly. "I just hope she can."
~Rory~
Here I am, on the dark and cold street, wearing my favorite jeans, and the red T-shirt I stole from Mom's collection. I hope she doesn't mind that I am getting sweat all over it. I just want to get out of here.
I have to stop, because I am running out of breath. I want to get there so badly. But my eyes are all blurry. I feel like I am going to vomit.
Ouch.
I just hit the floor, hard. But it feels so good to not be holding up my body weight. I think that I am just going to stay here. On this hard concrete, just resting. My eyes are drooping, and my mind already shut down. Maybe I will just take a short nap, yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll take a nice, short nap.
~Tristan~
"Tristan."
He was shaken awake by someone. He opened his drooping eyes. "What?"
"Sweetie, you have to go to school, it's already Monday," Lorelai states.
"No. I'm not going to leave her."
Lorelai heard the sincerity in his voice. "Fine," she gave in, "but just have someone bring over your homework, I don't want you to be behind in your classes."
Tristan nodded his head.
He exited the room to take out his cell phone and dial numbers.
"Hello?" the voice on the other line said.
"Paris, hi," he said, unstable.
"Tristan, I heard about Rory, has anyone come to see her yet?"
"About all the town of Stars Hollow and her grandparents."
"No one from school?" Paris asked, surprised.
"Nope," Tristan looked at his feet. He was going to kill everyone that didn't come to see her.
"Tristan, look I am going to come see her after school."
"Thanks, Paris, but can you bring my homework her with you? Lorelai wants to make sure that I don't miss my classes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you need."
"Paris? Could you... never mind."
"What Tristan? I'll do anything."
Tristan asked her if she would tell him who was planning on not coming to see Rory. He, being her boyfriend, wanted to kill them.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks Paris, thanks a lot."
"Look, Rory is my friend, you're my friend, and I just want to help out anyway I can."
"Bye Paris"
"Bye Tristan"
He was leading over the hospital bed, silent tears escaping from his eyes. How could I do this?, he asked himself.
Lorelia enters the room, two coffee cups in hand. "Here," she says friendly, hands him the drink, and sits on the other side of the bed.
Tristan wipes his tears away, hastily, and drinks a sip of the coffee. "It's not Lukes," he says playfully.
She smiles weakly, "No, but I'll manage."
Tristan doesn't even smile; just looks at his angel: helpless and alone.
"Do you think she can hear you?" Lorelai asked.
"I don't know," Tristan says weakly. "I just hope she can."
~Rory~
Here I am, on the dark and cold street, wearing my favorite jeans, and the red T-shirt I stole from Mom's collection. I hope she doesn't mind that I am getting sweat all over it. I just want to get out of here.
I have to stop, because I am running out of breath. I want to get there so badly. But my eyes are all blurry. I feel like I am going to vomit.
Ouch.
I just hit the floor, hard. But it feels so good to not be holding up my body weight. I think that I am just going to stay here. On this hard concrete, just resting. My eyes are drooping, and my mind already shut down. Maybe I will just take a short nap, yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll take a nice, short nap.
~Tristan~
"Tristan."
He was shaken awake by someone. He opened his drooping eyes. "What?"
"Sweetie, you have to go to school, it's already Monday," Lorelai states.
"No. I'm not going to leave her."
Lorelai heard the sincerity in his voice. "Fine," she gave in, "but just have someone bring over your homework, I don't want you to be behind in your classes."
Tristan nodded his head.
He exited the room to take out his cell phone and dial numbers.
"Hello?" the voice on the other line said.
"Paris, hi," he said, unstable.
"Tristan, I heard about Rory, has anyone come to see her yet?"
"About all the town of Stars Hollow and her grandparents."
"No one from school?" Paris asked, surprised.
"Nope," Tristan looked at his feet. He was going to kill everyone that didn't come to see her.
"Tristan, look I am going to come see her after school."
"Thanks, Paris, but can you bring my homework her with you? Lorelai wants to make sure that I don't miss my classes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you need."
"Paris? Could you... never mind."
"What Tristan? I'll do anything."
Tristan asked her if she would tell him who was planning on not coming to see Rory. He, being her boyfriend, wanted to kill them.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks Paris, thanks a lot."
"Look, Rory is my friend, you're my friend, and I just want to help out anyway I can."
"Bye Paris"
"Bye Tristan"