She woke up with a wave of cold wind press against her. She looked around
where she was, and realized she was in a hospital room, in a hospital bed,
covered with a hospital smell.
Then she saw him. The person she loved. The person she would live for. He was sitting in a chain by her bed, sleeping, with his hand entwined with hers, and his head resting on his forearm.
His hair was its usual messy-ness. But even if it was all shave off, she would have been so ecstatic to see it anyway.
Rory took her other hand that wasn't being used, her right hand, and reached over her body. She reached over and rubbed her lover's tousled hair. She smiled at how ancient that feeling was.
Tristan's head jerked up suddenly, to be met by blue eyes looking directly at him. He was at a loss of words. His love, his sweetie, his Rory was awake.
"Hi Tristan," Rory said, and tears immediately swam to her eyes and down her blood-drained cheeks.
Tristan had the same problem. Surplus tears were escaping his eyelids, down to his jaw line.
"Rory?" he asked. Of course, it was very crackly, having him be crying.
"I thought I'd never see you again," she said while tears were running into her mouth.
"Shh," he instructed, putting his finger over her mouth. "Don't say those things."
She nodded. She never thought this day would come. Where she would reenact with the person she wanted to be with the rest of her life.
Tristan removed his hand, only in time to replace them with his own lips. Oh, how he missed that feeling. The feeling of love, caring, and warmth. "I think I have to get the doctor."
"Don't go, please. I've been alone too much already." More tears went down her pale face.
"I'll only be gone a minute. I swear, Sweetie, only a minute."
Rory's head nodded again. Tristan left the room. He had to find that damn doctor. He walked down the almost empty hallway, and found him talking to Lorelai. He ran over to them.
The doctor and Lorelai looked at him weirdly, only to the point to where he said, "Rory's awake."
--- Later --- (A/n: I don't know what the doctors do after the patient wakes up after being in a coma for 3 months, so I just skipped over it)
"Thank you, Doctor," Lorelai said as the doctor exited the room.
Tristan was seated in his regular chair: by Rory's bed. He held her hand and smiled brightly.
"Tristan?" asked Lorelai, softly.
"Yeah?" he replied looking up at her.
"Could you give me and Rory a moment alone, please?" she asked, her eyes rimmed with tears.
Without a word, Tristan kissed Rory's hand, and then her forehead, and walked out the room's door.
Lorelai took his spot on the chair. It only took a moment for the tiny family to look in each others eyes before both started sobbing. Lorelai took her daughter in her arms and just took in her conscious scent. She couldn't believe it. Her daughter, the one she loved and lived for, was actually there.
A/N: if you guys didn't get that "was actually there" line, it means she didn't think of Rory being there when she was in a coma. Well, I think I got a lot accomplished in one night. Now you should do your part, and don't even act like you don't know what that is.
Paige
Then she saw him. The person she loved. The person she would live for. He was sitting in a chain by her bed, sleeping, with his hand entwined with hers, and his head resting on his forearm.
His hair was its usual messy-ness. But even if it was all shave off, she would have been so ecstatic to see it anyway.
Rory took her other hand that wasn't being used, her right hand, and reached over her body. She reached over and rubbed her lover's tousled hair. She smiled at how ancient that feeling was.
Tristan's head jerked up suddenly, to be met by blue eyes looking directly at him. He was at a loss of words. His love, his sweetie, his Rory was awake.
"Hi Tristan," Rory said, and tears immediately swam to her eyes and down her blood-drained cheeks.
Tristan had the same problem. Surplus tears were escaping his eyelids, down to his jaw line.
"Rory?" he asked. Of course, it was very crackly, having him be crying.
"I thought I'd never see you again," she said while tears were running into her mouth.
"Shh," he instructed, putting his finger over her mouth. "Don't say those things."
She nodded. She never thought this day would come. Where she would reenact with the person she wanted to be with the rest of her life.
Tristan removed his hand, only in time to replace them with his own lips. Oh, how he missed that feeling. The feeling of love, caring, and warmth. "I think I have to get the doctor."
"Don't go, please. I've been alone too much already." More tears went down her pale face.
"I'll only be gone a minute. I swear, Sweetie, only a minute."
Rory's head nodded again. Tristan left the room. He had to find that damn doctor. He walked down the almost empty hallway, and found him talking to Lorelai. He ran over to them.
The doctor and Lorelai looked at him weirdly, only to the point to where he said, "Rory's awake."
--- Later --- (A/n: I don't know what the doctors do after the patient wakes up after being in a coma for 3 months, so I just skipped over it)
"Thank you, Doctor," Lorelai said as the doctor exited the room.
Tristan was seated in his regular chair: by Rory's bed. He held her hand and smiled brightly.
"Tristan?" asked Lorelai, softly.
"Yeah?" he replied looking up at her.
"Could you give me and Rory a moment alone, please?" she asked, her eyes rimmed with tears.
Without a word, Tristan kissed Rory's hand, and then her forehead, and walked out the room's door.
Lorelai took his spot on the chair. It only took a moment for the tiny family to look in each others eyes before both started sobbing. Lorelai took her daughter in her arms and just took in her conscious scent. She couldn't believe it. Her daughter, the one she loved and lived for, was actually there.
A/N: if you guys didn't get that "was actually there" line, it means she didn't think of Rory being there when she was in a coma. Well, I think I got a lot accomplished in one night. Now you should do your part, and don't even act like you don't know what that is.
Paige