Due to overwhelming reviews, I have decided to continue this. It will not only be about Rory and Logan though. There will Luke and Lorelai thrown in to add drama. Er, pretend the episode never happened, but April's birthday did.


Call Me

Lorelai was zonked out in her room, asleep. That was one heck of a wedding, so perfect for Lane and Zack.

The phone rang.

Lorelai stirred, and saw Christopher get up from his place on the couch. She gave him a 'thank-you' smile and wave.

"Hello," said Lorelai groggily.

It was Luke.

"No you didn't wake me up," said Lorelai. She listened. "That bad huh?"

"How was the wedding?" he asked.

"It was perfect and done in true Lane fashion," said Lorelai trying to stifle a yawn, but failing terribly.

"I'll call back later, you must be tired, bye," said Luke.

"Bye," Lorelai hung up and knew that she would have one hell of a hang over in the morning.


"Relationship?" the nurse at the counter asked.

"What?" Rory's mind was racing at a million miles an hour.

"Sister, cousin?" the nurse equipped.

"Girlfriend," Rory answered.

"I'm sorry, I can only allow blood relatives in Miss," said the nurse turning her attention to a man who appeared to be blind.

Rory huffed up and tried to get the nurse's attention. "I really need to see him. He left on not-so-good terms…"

"Look Miss, I don't care about your personal problems, now if you'll excuse me," said the nurse leaving the desk.

"But I'm a Gilmore," Rory whined. She was getting desperate. She needed to see Logan.

She was truly worried. She had gotten little from Colin's phone call.

She took her cell phone out, and saw that there was no service.

"Damn," she said to herself and went off in search of a pay phone.

After aimlessly wandering around the hospital for five minutes, she found one.

She hurriedly walked over, not noticing someone walking in the same direction.

"Ooomph," they bumped into each other.

"I'm so sorry," Rory said.

"It's okay," said a boy-man that appeared to be her age. "Mary?" the boy asked.

"Tristan?" Rory peered closer at the tall blonde boy.

"I knew you'd remember me. I was surprised I never saw you at Harvard," said Tristan shoving his hands into his pocket.

"You got into Harvard?" Rory asked, stunned. She knew it sounded mean and rude, but he was a slacker.

Tristan nodded, "What brings you to this charming hospital?" he asked sarcastically. Even though this was the best hospital in New York.

"My boyfriend got hurt," said Rory, not wanting to divulge in any details. "What about you?"

"My grandfather had a heart attack, he should be fine though. I needed to call my dad," said Tristan, gesturing to the payphone they were standing in front of.

"Oh, I'm sorry, go ahead," Rory stepped aside.

"Thanks," Tristan stepped closer to the phone.

Rory couldn't help but overhear the conversation.

"Dad, grandpa's fine," he said. There was a pause. "No. The doctor's won't give any more information. No, he's not awake, but he's breathing. Okay, bye."

Tristan hung up the phone in frustration. "Some things never change," he mumbled.

"Nice seeing you, Rory," he said, meandering to what Rory assumed was his grandfather's room.

Rory looked befuddled, not exactly sure what had happened.

She dialed the familiar number, and waited for an answer.

"Hi, you've reached the Gilmore residence. We're not here, or we don't want to talk to you, or we're just too lazy to answer the phone. You know what to do with the beep," Lorelai's recorded voice came from the receiver.

"Mom, it's Rory. I am so sorry that I just left you at home with dad. I reached the hospital, but I still need to find Colin and Finn, and in effect be led to Logan. There's no service here, at least on the first floor, try calling my cell anyways, it'll go straight to voicemail or it might work. I'll call you later mom," Rory said and hung up with a sigh.

"Rory!" Colin ran up to her.

"Colin, where's Logan? What happened? Is he all right?" Rory bombarded him with questions.

"He's on the fifth floor. I'll explain to you on the way," said Colin.

The stepped into an elevator, "When he was parachuting off the cliff, the parachute didn't want to work," Colin explained.

"Is he okay though?" Rory asked worriedly.

"The doctor won't let us in, we're not family," said Colin.

Ping, they stepped out of the elevator.

"Where is his family?" Rory asked, anger boiling up inside her.

"Honor's on her honeymoon, I'm not to sure about his parents."

"Do they even know that their son is lying in a hospital bed with who knows how many injuries?" Rory asked, wanting to rip Mitchum's head off.

Colin shook his head, and saw a depressed Finn sitting on a bench.

"Hello Love," he said in his Australian accent.

"Hey," Rory sat down.

"He's in here, we think," said Finn.

"Look, I'm going to go to the cafeteria, anyone want to come?" asked Colin.

"If they have any form of alcohol, I'm in," said Finn standing up. "Coming?" he asked Rory.

She shook her head, "I'll wait here," said Rory. "Can you bring me some coffee?"

Colin and Finn nodded, just noticing her attire.

"We took you away from your lovely Korean friends wedding, didn't we?" asked Finn.

"No, I left all ready, it was getting too weird," said Rory for lack of better word.


Lorelai was awoken by her alarm clock, the one that purred.

Lorelai grabbed it and threw it across the room. "You haven't worked for five years, now you purr?" Lorelai asked the inanimate object scathingly.

She stumbled downstairs after a round of throwing up, and found Sookie waiting with pancakes and coffee.

"Sookie, are you here, or am I hallucinating?" Lorelai asked.

"I've been here since Chris had to leave," said Sookie. "He was sort of your night in shining armor last night wasn't he?"

Lorelai dodged the question. "Where's Rory?"

It was Sookie's turn to dodge the question. "Check the messages."

Lorelai walked into the hall and pressed 'Mailbox'.

"Mom, it's Rory. I am so sorry that I just left you at home with dad. I reached the hospital, but I still need to find Colin and Finn, and in effect be led to Logan. There's no service here, at least on the first floor, try calling my cell anyways, it'll go straight to voicemail or it might work. I'll call you later mom."

Lorelai sighed, "Can this day get any weirder?"


Rory was asleep on the bench, in her dress. Just then "Flight of a Bumblebee" rang from her cell.

She stirred and took the phone out of her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Rory?" said the voice on the other line.

"Paris, hi. What time is it?" Rory asked flipping her phone over.

"Ten," said Paris becoming impatient.

"Oh my God. I was asleep since eight," said Rory.

"You need to sleep. Are you the only one there?"

"Colin and Finn left for Yale a little before eight to get me some things from Yale," said Rory.

"What about his family?"

"I got in touch with the concierge at Honor's hotel, I can't reach his parents. Or they don't want to be reached."

"How is he?" asked Paris.

"I don't know. I'm not family. Wait, you're pre-med. Maybe you can tell me some thing with the information they gave me. They gave me a chart. Maybe if I read it to you…"

Back on Paris's side, she shook her head. "I can't read charts. God forbid anyone learns to read charts before their second year of residency. I mean, they tell us how to stick a syringe into someone's arm, and they won't tell us how to read the damn chart."

"So there's nothing you can do?" Rory asked losing hope.

"Maybe I can do something," said Paris and hung up.

Rory looked over at the desk. There was a new receptionist. She heard the name Huntzberger thrown around.

Rory's cell rang again. According to the ring tone it was Paris once again.

"I found some stuff out," she said.

"Tell me, is it good or bad?"

"He had some damage but they stitched him up in surgery. He has broken ribs and a collapsed lung. Other than that he got some cuts and bruises on the way down," said Paris.

"Oh my God, will he make a recovery?" Rory asked her worried.

"The doctor's expect a full recovery; he'll need some physical training. He's lucky he got here in time," said Paris.

"Paris, thank you so much," said Rory.

"No problem, bye."

Rory walked to the receptionist's desk and asked to see Logan.

"Right this way," she said.

'Finally, Paris knows how to work her magic,' thought Rory.

"He's not awake yet, just talk to him," said the receptionist.

Rory wasn't ready for what she saw. There was Logan, stuck in a hospital bed, cuts all over his face, and tubes and machinery all around him.

She sniffled, "Logan."


Meh, I wasn't able to Log in for a while. Here's the chapter. My apologies that it's short. No, Tristan will not be a part of the story if any of you are wondering.

Review, I appreciate it.