A/N: Delayed I know... and if you read my other story, Tristan: Luke's
Nephew, which is on my other name, hedidntstop, I am going to get that
story up again. Thanks.
Chapter 8: Help
"Rory, you have been here a while so I want to get you out of here soon, okay?"
A huge smile glazed over Rory's face as she heard what the doctor had said. "Good," she simply replied.
"Well, I need to keep you here until the end of the week, for observation, and then we will see after that. But you have been doing exceptionally well this last month, so I say you have a 96 percent chance of getting out of here on Sunday."
"Thank you so much," Rory said through her smile.
"I'll leave you to rest."
The doctor exited.
She could leave this low hospital for good in just a weekend. She was ecstatic! She couldn't wait to tell-
"Coffee time!" Lorelai said as she barged through the room, Tristan, Luke, and Paris trailing in after her.
"What happened?" Tristan said as he kissed a bright faced Rory. When he pulled away her facial expression hadn't changed a bit.
"Yeah, leave some smile for the rest of us," said Paris.
"...I get to go home!" Rory shouted to the small group.
The group grew silent, all trying to comprehend the news they had just received not two seconds ago.
Tristan, being the first to accomplish that task, whispered, for lack of a better word, "Really?"
Rory nodded her head, still in shock, then said, "Sunday."
¤ Home ¤
Rory took a step inside her home she vaguely remembered.
She couldn't believe it. She was home. She was home! Rory walked a few steps and heard a loud, "Welcome home!"
Rory looked into the living room that was full of the entire town. Tears sprang to her eyes. "Oh, my god."
Lorelai hugged her daughter from the back and said to her ear, "Do you like it?"
"I love it."
"Good, now go say hi to all the peoples."
Rory looked around the room. It was surrounded by all the people she loved.
A/N: that's it for now, and I want more reviews people! I only get like 5! That is not enough! So please, for my sake, review!
Paige
Chapter 8: Help
"Rory, you have been here a while so I want to get you out of here soon, okay?"
A huge smile glazed over Rory's face as she heard what the doctor had said. "Good," she simply replied.
"Well, I need to keep you here until the end of the week, for observation, and then we will see after that. But you have been doing exceptionally well this last month, so I say you have a 96 percent chance of getting out of here on Sunday."
"Thank you so much," Rory said through her smile.
"I'll leave you to rest."
The doctor exited.
She could leave this low hospital for good in just a weekend. She was ecstatic! She couldn't wait to tell-
"Coffee time!" Lorelai said as she barged through the room, Tristan, Luke, and Paris trailing in after her.
"What happened?" Tristan said as he kissed a bright faced Rory. When he pulled away her facial expression hadn't changed a bit.
"Yeah, leave some smile for the rest of us," said Paris.
"...I get to go home!" Rory shouted to the small group.
The group grew silent, all trying to comprehend the news they had just received not two seconds ago.
Tristan, being the first to accomplish that task, whispered, for lack of a better word, "Really?"
Rory nodded her head, still in shock, then said, "Sunday."
¤ Home ¤
Rory took a step inside her home she vaguely remembered.
She couldn't believe it. She was home. She was home! Rory walked a few steps and heard a loud, "Welcome home!"
Rory looked into the living room that was full of the entire town. Tears sprang to her eyes. "Oh, my god."
Lorelai hugged her daughter from the back and said to her ear, "Do you like it?"
"I love it."
"Good, now go say hi to all the peoples."
Rory looked around the room. It was surrounded by all the people she loved.
A/N: that's it for now, and I want more reviews people! I only get like 5! That is not enough! So please, for my sake, review!
Paige