Paris walked into the hospital with a bunch of papers and books in her
arms.
"Paris!" she heard someone call. She finally found Lorelai walking toward her.
"Lorelai, hi," Paris said in a sad voice. Lorelai finally got to her and helped her out with the heavy homework. They started walking towards Rory's room.
It had been months. Months. And she had been in the hospital bed all this time. Paris had always brought Tristan his school work. It was the plan.
Tristan hadn't hardly left the hospital since. He demanded to stay there. And he has always talked to Rory. Always. But only when they were alone. Never when people were in there too.
Rory
Waking up. The worst thing to do when you have been asleep on the hard concrete. But I heard a voice. The voice I had heard in my sleep.
"Hey Rory, here we are again." It was Tristan. Oh, how I miss his voice. "You have been gone for about 3 months now. Why don't you come home? Oh, I don't know what to do."
And his voice ended. 3 months? It seems like only a few minutes. It couldn't be.
I don't care I am running, and that's all that matters.
Tristan
"I don't know what to do." I let my head drop to the bed and cried silently. What was I to do? Without her, my life is nothing. Nothing. It's my entire fault.
I hear someone come through the door, and I look up, wiping my tears away from my face. It's Paris.
"Hey, Tristan," she whispers.
"Hi," I say back.
"How's she doing?"
"Still stuck, I suppose."
"Tristan, she is going to come out of it, I promise."
Yeah that's what every one is telling me. But, I don't think I am so sure anymore.
"Paris!" she heard someone call. She finally found Lorelai walking toward her.
"Lorelai, hi," Paris said in a sad voice. Lorelai finally got to her and helped her out with the heavy homework. They started walking towards Rory's room.
It had been months. Months. And she had been in the hospital bed all this time. Paris had always brought Tristan his school work. It was the plan.
Tristan hadn't hardly left the hospital since. He demanded to stay there. And he has always talked to Rory. Always. But only when they were alone. Never when people were in there too.
Rory
Waking up. The worst thing to do when you have been asleep on the hard concrete. But I heard a voice. The voice I had heard in my sleep.
"Hey Rory, here we are again." It was Tristan. Oh, how I miss his voice. "You have been gone for about 3 months now. Why don't you come home? Oh, I don't know what to do."
And his voice ended. 3 months? It seems like only a few minutes. It couldn't be.
I don't care I am running, and that's all that matters.
Tristan
"I don't know what to do." I let my head drop to the bed and cried silently. What was I to do? Without her, my life is nothing. Nothing. It's my entire fault.
I hear someone come through the door, and I look up, wiping my tears away from my face. It's Paris.
"Hey, Tristan," she whispers.
"Hi," I say back.
"How's she doing?"
"Still stuck, I suppose."
"Tristan, she is going to come out of it, I promise."
Yeah that's what every one is telling me. But, I don't think I am so sure anymore.