"Rory!" It was the first thing the girl in question heard as she ran into Hartford ICU, her face blotchy and wet from the tears that head spilled down her face.
"Tristan," Rory sighed in relief and took a good look at the boy, approximately ten stitches ran across his forehead and he hair was matted in blood that was not his.
"What happened?" Rory whispered hoping.
"There was a drunk driver, ran a red light. Colin has a broken arm, Logan dislocated his ankle and shattered his leg and…" Tristan's voice seemed to choke and he looked scared, "Finn got most of the damage, he broke his right leg and a few ribs, one of his ribs punctured his lungs. Rory he's still in surgery and has a seventy percent of survival."
"Where are Colin and Logan?" Rory asked quietly, worried for her fiancée.
"In the chapel," he whispered.
"Praying?" Rory asked in shock. Tristan nodded and she left to join Finn's friends. Walking in Rory joined Colin kneeling before the alter and Logan sitting in a thin pew.
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About an hour later Rory was distantly aware of Logan speaking with a doctor in the back of the room, then she felt someone touch her shoulder gently.
"Is he okay?" Rory asked Logan worriedly.
"Rory they did everything they could…" Logan trailed of looking at Rory, "but I'll be damned if he didn't pull through."
Rory was so relieved she couldn't even yell at Logan for scaring her like that, all she could do is give in too the need to close her eyes as she feinted.
AN: I know it's uber-short, but I'm tired and wanted to get something out to you guys.