Rory woke up to someone shaking her gently.
"God I just had the worst dream," Rory said aloud clearing her throat.
"It wasn't a dream," came Tristan's voice from the foot of the couch, "I'm going to the cafeteria and wanted to know if you were hungry."
"It depends, can I go see Finn?"
"Not yet," Logan told her coming out of nowhere, "He's not awake and the doctors are keeping an eye on him for a while"
"Any word on how he's doing?" Logan was a little sad when he saw the concern in her eyes, knowing they would have never worked out.
"He has to stay here for a few days, then he has to be in a wheel chair for a week or two until his ribs heal, and then a crutch until his leg heals up."
Right as Logan finished a doctor walked out to speak to them.
"He appears to be doing fine, he woke up, and says he feels up to visitors, but we feel it would be wise to send you in one at a time." Logan smiled at Rory; she looked up at him her eyes begging for permission to be the first.
"Bride to be first," he smiled at her, and she smiled back widely.
"Are you sure? Colin do you want…?" Rory broke off when Colin shook his head. She carefully stood up, groaning as the blood rushed back to her tired legs. "Where…?" she asked, and the doctor motioned for him to follow him.
"There were no more rooms in the adult wing," the doctor explained, "so we had to put him in the pediatric ward, I hope that's no a problem. Walking in Rory noticed the purple kangaroos on the walls and had to laugh at the irony.
"Not at all," she told him, "he's just a big kid himself."
"All kids grow up eventually," said a scratchy voice from the bed.
"Nuh-uh," Rory protested eyes filling with tears, "Not Peter Pan."
"Obviously, my dear, you've never seen Hook," Finn smiled, and Rory knew this hadn't made him grow up, not yet.
"I have," Rory informed him sitting next to him on the bed, "I love that movie, whoever that Asian kid is, he was one sexy sixteen year old."
"Dante Bascol, he's the same kid from Take the Lead."
"No! You're kidding, that kid has short hair,"
"He's older then we are, he's thirty something," Finn smiled at his Bride-to-be, she was the only one he could talk to like this, well, the only one that could follow the conversation.
"I should probably let Logan see you," Rory looked truly disturbed at the thought of leaving the room.
"Wait until the doctor gets off shift, they'll come on their own."
"All right," Rory carefully layed down on the bed beside her fiancée. Slowly he put an arm around her solders, wincing as he felt his arms rub together.
AN- sorry it took so long guys, and because its so short…really don't hurt me….just review.