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A/N: Here is your lovely new chapter! Did anyone watch America's Next Top Model tonight? Matt Czuchry definitely had a short cameo and I did freak out and almost pull a Tom Cruise on my couch. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Love Heals

Rory pushed the doors of the hospital quickly, walking at a brisk pace to the reception desk. She was terrified, so terrified that tears would not form. Her entire body was rigid with the fear that Logan was not okay, that he wouldn't make it.

"Hello, may I help you?" The receptionist asked pleasantly, setting Rory with a cheerful and still sympathetic smile. Rory bristled, the fake emotion turning her off.

"Could you tell me what room Logan Huntzberger is in?"

"Are you a family member?"

"No, I'm his girlfr-I mean, I am a friend, I know him,"

"I'm sorry but that information is confidential. I can only tell family members,"

"I need to see him. Is he okay?"

"Miss, I-"

"Is he hurt badly?" The tears had finally arrived and streamed ferociously down her cheeks, leaving mascara streaks down her porcelain skin.

"Miss, you need to calm down,"

"Just tell me where he is!" Rory felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to find Colin and Finn, Stephanie a few steps behind them.

"Sorry, uh, Janice," Colin said, looking at the receptionist's name tag, "We'll take her off your hands," The receptionist nodded and the three took Rory to the sitting area.

"Is he okay?" Rory asked frantically, her voice screechy.

"We don't know, he's in surgery now," Stephanie said, sitting next to Rory. She took her hands in hers and held them tightly, gently rubbing them.

"I'm so scared,"

"I know sweetie, I know," Colin sat next to Stephanie, putting his arm around her.

"Are you the family of Logan Huntzberger?" A stately man asked. They all looked up, their faces eager.

"Yes," Colin replied, "We're his cousins, his parents are out of the country right now,"

"Okay, I just wanted to inform you that Mr. Huntzberger's surgery went well. He is still in critical condition though, but things are looking up,"

"Can we visit him?" Rory asked weakly, her voice small and strained.

"No, not yet. His condition is still too unstable for visitors. He should be ready soon though," Rory nodded, sniffling slightly. She heard a commotion at the desk and looked up to see her mother. She was arguing with the receptionist, many snide remarks being made.

"Mom?" Rory said, walking towards her. Lorelai looked at Rory and walked immediately to her, enveloping her in a hug.

"How are you kid?"

"Not too good,"

"I thought you'd be with Logan," Rory shook her head, pulling away from her mom and looking her in the eyes.

"No, they won't let anyone in yet,"

"Okay, how is he doing?"

"They say that he is still in critical condition but that the out look is good," Lorelai nodded, walking with Rory back to the other three.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Rory sat down, kneading her hands nervously.

"Do you think that you could just sit with me?" Lorelai smiled, sitting next to her daughter.

"Sure babe,"

Rory was just falling asleep in her seat when she noticed Finn approaching, a large stirofoam cup in his hand. He sat in the vacant seat beside Rory and offered her the cup.

"Here, I got you your favorite drink," He said. Rory took it and smiled, feeling the warmth from the cup radiate through her body.

"Finn, you didn't put any alcohol in here, right?" Finn laughed.

"No love, your drink is just coffee, I have the magical potion in mine," Rory smiled, taking a sip. She looked across the distance her mind wandering to the night's events. The fight, her and Logan's fight, the phone call. Everything began to come back at once and soon tears were flooding her eyes, falling down in droplets.

"Rory?" Finn asked, worried.

"I'm terrible, it's my fault this happened,"

"How is it your fault?"

"He was upset because of me. He was upset and then he got in an accident, it's all my fault,"

"Rory, it's not your fault love. It was an accident,"

"No, he was angry at me, upset about something stupid that I did,"

"What happened?"

"I blamed him for fighting with Jess. I blamed him when it was Jess all along. I stood up for Jess when he had been horrible,"

"Rory, don't blame yourself,"

"He was so upset with me when he left, he was fuming. He probably was distracted when he was driving, and-"

"Stop, it's not your fault. Logan may have been upset but that's not why he got in the accident. It's not your fault, or anyone's fault,"

"I'm so scared,"

"I know, me too. I'm even scared with alcohol in my system," Rory smiled weakly, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Are you the family of Logan Huntzberger?" Finn and Rory looked up, the doctor standing before them.

"Yes, we are,"

"You can go visit him if you'd like. His room is right down the hall," Rory looked at Finn who nodded to her.

"You should go Rory, he'd want you to be there,"

"I don't know,"

"Just go," Rory paused but then nodded, getting up. She walked to his hospital room and felt the tears return immediately when she saw him. He was beaten up badly, completely bruised and casted. His left arm was in a cast and his face was badly bruised. His legs were not in casts but were beaten up. He had gotten a collapsed lung from the crash and was hooked up to a ventilator, the buzzing sound of the machine somewhat calming her. The sound reassured her that Logan was indeed breathing, and that he was alive. She sat down beside his bed, looking down at him. He looked so small, so helpless. He was always so strong and full of life, now he was comotose restricted to a small bed. She tentatively placed her hand over his, reveling at the feeling of her skin against his. She steadied her breathing, trying to regain her composure. He was asleep and she didn't want to wake him, yet at the same time she needed to talk, to get things off her chest. Finally she began to spoke, quietly she poured out her soul, her voice gradually raising with passion.

"Logan, I'm so sorry. I should have trusted you, I was wrong. You have always been there for me, you were always there. I drew terribly wrong conclusions and I am so sorry that I hurt you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don't want to lose you. I'm afraid I already have though, I'm afraid that I've gone too far, messed up too badly. Please forgive me, I need you," Rory was choking on tears, everything becoming too much. She stood up, wiping her eyes; she couldn't stand to be in the room any longer.

"Ace," A voice said weakly, the voice gravly and low. Rory turned around, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Logan," She sat back by his side, not taking his hand though. She didn't know where they stood and did not want to appear to forward. Finally though she could not stand it any longer and took his hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"You're here," She smiled.

"Yeah, I'm here,"
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you," Logan said weakly.

"No, I'm sorry for blaming you. I know it was Jess's fault. I should've believed you, I should've,"

"Did you let him have it?" Rory smiled, relieved that Logan was okay.

"I threw him out of my house, literally," Logan laughed, wincing in pain immediately after his face contorting in a ghastly form.

"Are you okay?" Rory asked worriedly, her entire body tensing up.

"Yeah, it just hurts a little when I laugh,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be, I like laughing, besides the whole wincing in pain part," Rory smiled nervously, nodding. Although everything seemed fine Rory was still worried, still unsure of where she stood with Logan.

"Are we okay?" Rory asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Ace," He said, trying to get her to look at him but she refused, her face reddening, "Ace look at me," She looked at him, her eyes shining with tears.

"Okay, I'm looking at you,"

"We're fine, we had a fight, everyone has them," He paused his face becoming clouded and guarded. Finally he looked at her again, the muscles in his face relaxed. He spoke softly, his voice tender, "Ace, I love you," Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself unable to speak. She did the only thing she could think of, she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. She pulled away, her face inches from his.

"I love you too," He kissed her once more, aware that both of them knew how perfect that moment had been, how wonderfully it had played out. He tugged at her arm, pulling her down beside him.

"Ace, stay,"

"Won't I hurt you?" He smiled, pulling her down still.

"I think I can handle it," She laid down beside him and rested her head on his chest. He held her against him, surprised to feel no pain. It seemed as if his body had simply accepted her added weight against his body and just dealt with it.

"Are you okay?" Rory asked again, wanting to make sure she wasn't hurting him. He smiled and kissed her head, holding her closer.

"To tell you the truth Ace, I've never been better,"

A/N: I know, extremely corny and cliched...but I liked it. I hope you did too. Sorry if there are some typos but I typed it quickly so I could post it tonight, so...that's what happens. PLEASE REVIEW AND YOU MAY GET A NEW CHAPTER TOMORROW!