Chapter 15
Hospital Room
I woke up early with the sun peeking in through the blinds. When I looked at the clock it was only 8. I let out a grunt. Then a smile spread across my face when I remembered that Tristan was coming to visit me today and give me my present. I wonder what it is. Come on Rory! Do you really need to ask yourself that question? Well yes. I don't know what it is. But can't you guess? No I can't. Ow! My head hurts! Fine fine, I'll leave you alone!
I got up to go the bathroom and fix myself up a bit. Wow, don't I look great I was about to turn the water on when I heard a light knock. I peeked around and saw my mom.
"Hi mom."
"Wow! What are you doing up so early? And out of bed! Get your little hinny in that bed young lady!"
"I just needed to go to the bathroom! Did you bring me a toothbrush?"
"You just had surgery and you want a toothbrush?" She looked at me in disbelief.
"Yes!" She shook her head and fished in her purse. Her hand came out along with a toothbrush. I took it gratefully and went to the bathroom.
"What are you doing up anyways?"
"I came to see you."
"But it's soo early! You're never up this early."
'Hey! Yes I am... when there's a need, and this would be a need."
I smiled into the mirror in the bathroom.
Du Grey Mansion
I woke up nervous. I hadn't really gotten all that much sleep the night before. I didn't really want to give her my gift. Not just yet. I needed to think of something and fast. I didn't know what to do. I got up and took a shower. Maybe I'll be able to think of something when I'm more awake
Hospital Room
I sat patiently on the bed, just waiting. Waiting for Tristan to come visit me. I really didn't care about the gift. I just wanted to see him. (A/N: question… is she supposed to be really tired at this point?). I looked at the clock. It read 9:30. Ugh! When is he going to get here
Just as I finished that thought, Tristan walked in. He looked almost as good as I did. The bags under his eyes told me that he hadn't gotten much sleep.
"Someone looks tired!"
"Yeah, didn't get much sleep last night."
"Why? I mean, at least I have an excuse! This yucky uncomfortable bed!"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe I was just too tired to sleep." he looked out the window.
"Umm... OK... So, what's up with the mopey face?"
"I don't have a mopey face!"
"Yes you do! I know mopey when I see one!"
"Sure you do..."
"What! I do!"
"Keep telling yourself that." He smirked. I begged him closer to me with my finger. When he was close enough I smacked him over the head.
"OW!" I couldn't help it. I started to laugh. The look on his face was priceless!
"You soo deserved that!"
"How so?" He was still rubbing his head.
"Awww! Don't be such a baby! I didn't hit you that hard!"
"Yeah that's what you think!"
"Well I'm always right!" I stuck my tongue at him.
"What are you? Three?"
"No! That would be my mom! Jeeze, get it right."
"Oh, I'm sooo sorry..."
We burst out laughing.
"Well it looks like you're feeling better." Dr. Peter, the surgeon who had preformed the operation walked in and said.
"Oh yes. Much better. Still a little tired though."
"Well that's expected. You're still weak. Actually, I'm quite surprised that you're up and not still sleeping." He walked over, took my chart and started to write something.
"Should I go?" I looked at Tristan.
"No! Please stay... plus, you still haven't given me my present yet!"
"OK, Rory, everything looks fine. I'll be back later today to check on you."
"Bye Dr. Peter." He left the room. I turned back to Tristan.
"So, where's my gift?" He smiled and reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box...
