"I am here to see my wife." Logan announced as he stood in front of the nurse at the welcome desk in St. Mark's Memorial Hospital in New Haven.
"Um, well, okay sir who is your wife?" The young nurse stammered.
"Lorelai Huntzberger."
"Room 298 in the east wing," The nurse answered pointing toward the left hallway.
"Thanks!" Finn called as he jogged to catch up with Logan who was already halfway down the hallway.
"Stephanie!" Logan exclaimed as he nearly crashed into the distraught looking blonde a few doors shy of 298.
"Logan," Stephanie hugged him, "I am so sorry."
"Sorry, sorry about what, what is going on?" Logan panicked as Colin and Finn caught up with him.
"Oh, no, nothing has changed I just meant sorry about all this happening." Stephanie corrected herself as Colin wrapped a comforting arm around her waist. "You should probably go down to the nurse's station the doctor has been waiting for you."
"Thanks Steph, Colin, Finn, can you field calls?" Logan asked as he tossed his cell phone to Finn and proceeded down the hallway. Logan rested his hands on the desk and took a deep breath before speaking to yet another nurse, "My name is Logan Huntzberger, I am here to see my wife Lorelai please."
"Yes Mr. Huntzberger wait here, I'll go get Dr. Ignatius, he will be out shortly." Another young nurse instructed Logan.
Logan nodded as he felt his blood pressure increasing he tried to breathe as Finn had told him to do, but as far as he could tell it wasn't helping much in the slightest. He glanced down the hall and saw all three of his closest friends on their cell phone. Sighing audibly he continued to pace the small waiting room mumbling prayers.
"Mr. Huntzberger?" A forty something year old doctor with salt and pepper hair called from a doorway at the end of yet another hall.
"Yes doctor?" Logan asked s he walked toward the adult reminding himself that he to was an adult.
"Why don't we sit down?" The doctor suggested as he motioned to a set of chairs set off from the rest of the waiting room. Once they had both sat down he continued, "we ran a number of tests on your wife Mr. Huntzberger, and let me first tell you that her life is not in any danger, though it may have been had your friends not noticed her condition. The blood panel we ran showed that she had very high amount of Gamma Hydroxy Butyrate, G.H.B. as it is more commonly known."
"Wait that's a date rape drug, isn't it? Was my wife raped!" Logan interjected.
"No we preformed a comprehensive sexual assault exam and found no evidence of any such trauma. Yes G.H.B is a date rape drug. In low amounts the most common effects drowsiness, and a feeling of intoxication, however, in higher doses, such as your wife's the effects are far more serious. Unconsciousness, seizures, trouble breathing, and comas are the effects found in most patients who have ingested the amount your wife did, especially with alcohol."
"Doctor no disrespect intended, but can we get to the point where you tell me what is wrong with my wife."
"Yes, my apologies, your wife became unconscious and experienced some difficulty breathing but nothing very serious, the paramedics were able to stabilize her breathing on the way here, however, she is unconscious at this time," The doctor sighed as he saw the young man in front of him loose all the remaining color in his face.
"How long do you think she will be unconscious for?"
"There is no way to tell, but the standard for the amount she ingested along with the alcohol, she could be out of it for up to seventy-two hours at the most. In the next twelve hours though, she will probably start to drift in and out of consciousness but more likely than not, she won't remember much of it since amnesia is another effect of the drug," Dr. Ignatius finished as he waited patiently while Logan absorbed in the information.
Logan sighed again and ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, "How long will she have to stay here, can she be transferred to a more comfortable room? I, um, is there anything you need from me?"
"I would like to wait until I have her vitals where I think they should be, that should only take another three to five hours. Eventually I will need you to fill out a few forms, for insurance, beyond that all we can do right now is make her comfortable and wait for the drugs to phase out of her system, which we are trying to expedite with other our drugs, but still . . . you get the picture."
"Yea, would it be alright if I had fresh clothes brought for here and other personal items?"
"That would be fine."
"Alright could you please take me to see my wife and then please have someone escort those three in to the room in about ten minutes please?"
"I can arrange that, please follow me," Dr. Ignatius replied as he led Logan through a set of doors and stopped outside a door that read 298. "As I said before she is currently unconscious, you can, by all means, talk to her, hold her hand, but be gentle, is all I request." The doctor finished as he opened the door for Logan.
"Thank you." Logan mumbled as he walked into the room.
His breathe caught in his chest as he walked into the room, he had, of course, seen her in a hospital bed before, but this time was different. This time he was in charge, it was all on him. Logan couldn't help but think that even now she looked gorgeous; unlike that time she was here there were no physical signs of the event she had experienced. Cautiously Logan took his wife's hand in his own and kissed it softly. Logan sat there, gently stroking her hand hoping that her eyes would flutter open and that she would smile at him. The minutes passed and there was no change, except for a soft knock at the door and whisper of an Australian accent.
"Oy, it's us, mind if we come in?" Finn asked.
"Come on in." Logan responded, still not taking his eyes off his wife.
"Is there anything we can do?" Stephanie asked as she took a seat at the foot of the bed.
"Ya, actually, Steph can you go to our place and pick up some comfortable clothes for her and maybe an outfit to wear when she leaves here. Who called, by the way, I saw the three of you on the phone? Where did Tyler and Erica go?"
"I talked to your folks, Finn to Ror's, and Steph fielded media calls on your phone." Colin replied as he handed Logan a sheet of paper. "That is all the travel information, they should be here soon-ish I guess, four or five hours. Ty and Erica are at Erica's place, the paramedics would only let one person ride with her. What is going on?"
Logan recounted the information that the doctor had relayed to him as he wrote it on the paper Colin had given him so he could recount it easily to everyone else later.
"Colin and I will go to your place and pick up stuff for Rory, and Finn why don't you go get some food and coffee." Stephanie instructed.
Logan didn't remember drifting off to sleep as he awoke to a gentle hand on his shoulder. Stretching his neck he turned, "Hi Chris."
"Hey son, how you holding up?"
"Mm, fine, didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry."
"It's okay kid, we all just go here, the Australian, blonde bombshell, and con artist just went out to the waiting room." Chris teased trying to lighten the mood.
"So, ah, you have talked to the doctor right?" Logan asked as he stood up, still not removing his hand from Rory's.
"Yes, and we also talked with Steph, she has no idea who could have drugged Rory's drink, she mentioned Tristan DuGrey was there but I know him and his family, I don't think he would stoop that low."
"I'm not sure I one hundred percent agree with you on that one." Logan muttered. "So, um, what do you and my parents want to do, I mean there isn't much anything anyone can do right now, I have to fill out some forms but that's about it."
"Yes about that," Chris said as he reached for a folder on the table, "this is all the information that you should need to fill those out. I hate to do this but if you think you can handle the situation the four of us have fundraising dinner in Los Angeles."
"Oh, yeah, that's fine I guess, if this is all the information I need there isn't much else . . . by all means go." Logan replied inwardly hating his families at that point.
"Why don't you come outside and talk with all of us then." Chris said as he motioned to the door.
"Of course, but umm, could you send Finn in please, I really don't want her to be alone at all." Logan responded sitting.
"Oh of course," Chris responded flustered and angry at himself for suggesting that his daughter being left alone, "I'll send him right in."
"Oy mate, what's going on?" Finn greeted quietly as he entered the room.
"Hey Finn, you wouldn't mind sitting with her would you?" Logan asked.
"Of course not, what is the deal with the family though?" Finn questioned cautiously.
"Well you know how they can be, assholes."
"They're leaving aren't they?"
"Yeah, fundraiser in L.A. God forbid they be here for their daughter and daughter-in-law who has been drugged, probably by DuGrey."
"Whoa, what!" Finn exclaimed.
"Steph told the parental that Tristan was at the party."
"You don't really think he wou-"
"Of course I think he would, he has been nothing but an ass to Rory; as soon as she is out of here I am going to have a nice little chat with douche."
"Oy, mate, come take a breath, lets focus on the here and now." Finn tried desperately to calm his best friend down.
"I am not in the mood for Dr. Phil from you right now."
"Okay, okay, look you go take care of whatever it is you need to do with your family, I'll sit here with her. Don't worry."
"Bullshit, but okay, I'll be back soon."
Okay I know I lost of lot of you when I dropped off the face of the earth, but I would really like to hear from you guys, a special thanks to all of you have waited for me, but please review, I'm beginning to wonder if there is much interest left in this story. Love to all