Due to the insane amount of positive reviews I decided to continue with the story. I know I'm fabulous right? WRONG! You all are FABULOUS FOR READING AND REVIEWING! Thanks so much!
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Rory's POV

It took us three hours to get packed. Normally I could be done in 30 minutes flat, but I didn't have just the packing to worry about. I had to call my mom and all the important people to let them know where I'd be.

When the last suitcase was zipped and the last phone call was made we quickly made our way down stairs. Or really, as quick as Logan could.

The drive to New York was quiet. When Logan spoke it was all sweet nothings in my ear as he played with my hair and drew lazy circles on my hand with his finger.

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The hotel was absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Logan sure does know how to pick them. We actually skipped the front desk. Apparently having the last name Huntzberger means you always have the same suite, and it's ALWAYS ready for you.

Huntzberger.

Rory Huntzberger.

Rory Gilmore-Huntzberger.

Yes my last name will definitely be hyphenated.

Wait. WHAT! He hasn't even proposed Rory! GOD! Who says he will propose? If he doesn't soon maybe I'll beat him to the punch. I hope it won't bruise his ego too much.

A small laugh escapes my lips and suddenly I hear, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, um nothing. I was just thinking of something my mom said to me on the phone."

"Was it inappropriate?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"Well I could use some ideas for this weekend."

"You would actually take an inappropriate suggestion from my MOTHER?"

I can tell he's really thinking about it. He gets this completely cute look on his face before he says, "Well now that you mention it, no probably not. It'd be too weird. Besides, I've just come up with a hundred different things to do to you."

And that is the moment when I decide to pounce. His lips connect with mine and it's the most beautiful feeling. I lead him to the couch. Our lips never breaking contact. His hands are everywhere and it feels like they are burning my skin. We can both tell clothes are about to come off when suddenly, a cell phone goes off, and I quickly realize it's mine.

"Impeccable timing. I'll get it" I groan.

Oh good it's Grandma. I absolutely adore a conversation with Emily Gilmore. I stopped listening.
She wants to know why she had to hear from my mother that I wouldn't be at Friday night dinner.
Dammit. I knew I forgot to call someone. I see Logan get up and head towards the bedroom, and I silently wish I was joining him at this moment. Instead I begin to apologize and tell my Grandma how Logan just really needed a weekend away, just the two of us. She seems upset but accepts my answer. Good, because I'm not driving my ass back to Hartford to have Friday night dinner.

After FINALLY hanging up I make my way back toward the bed to see that he's asleep. That medicine really does a number on him, but he needs his rest. The faster he heals the better.
Oh well guess the make-up sex will have to wait for later. Mom would be proud I even thought that.

As I watch him sleep, I think back to the hospital.

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Flashback

I quietly walk into his room. The nurses tell me he's asleep, they say they're keeping him on some pretty heavy doses of some kind of medicine. I suppose if I had a collapsed lung, broken ankle, contusions over a third of my body, and a concussion, I'd want to be on a lot of meds too.
I feel a single tear roll down my cheek. Even in this condition though, he looks gorgeous. I laugh, truthfully I'm a bit jealous that he can be that beautiful in a hospital bed.

I pull a chair as close as I can to the bed and sit down. My head on the bed next to his hand. I place a soft kiss on his palm and shut my eyes. My thoughts quickly drift to all the things I'll say when he wakes up.

"I'm sorry for everything."

"What were you thinking you idiot?"

"I wish I could have been here sooner."

"I love you."

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Logan's POV

It hurts to move. I HATE hospitals. I move my hand and BUMP!

"OW!"

"Ace?"

"Yeah that'd be my head."

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were there."

"It's ok. Honest mistake."

Just as all the I'm sorrys and I love yous were about to come out. The doctor came in.

"Ah! Mr.Huntzberger, you're awake. In a lot of pain still son?"

"Quite the understatement sir."

Out of the corner of my eye I can see her grab her cell, and just like that she's out the door.
I know she'll be back, but part of me doubts that. That bag could be empty, but of course I know it's not. It's the Birken Bag. She has at least two, maybe even three books (depending on size of course ) in there. We all know Rory Gilmore won't leave a book behind. Right now it's about more than books though we're in love, she'll be back. I continue to listen to the doctor, but all my thoughts are on the beautiful blue-eyed brunette that walked out the door.

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Ok so the ending isn't my favorite, but I'll live. Two chapters in one day WOW! I didn't know I had it in me! Thank you to everyone who's reading and reviewing. You rock. Next chapter will probably be Lorelei's POV.