I Remember
by KitLee
Disclaimer: All characters are from "Gilmore Girls" and aren't mine. Obviously.
A/N: This is a little moodfic. Please r/r!
I remember walking down a long, dark hall. A large, impatient nurse held my hand. She walked so quickly - and I was so little - that I had to almost run to keep up with her. My nanny (on her way to poker) had dropped me off at the hospital minutes before.
As the nurse dragged me throughout the hospital, I clutched my stuffed elephant (Mr. Snuffles) and comforted myself with the thought that I was so good and grown-up to be giving my prized companion to a stranger. I was nervous and very excited.
The nurse led me through a labyrinth of elevators, stairs, and long corridors. I began to think that I would never find my parents.
Finally, the nurse pushed me into a room, saying only, "In there."
The first thing I noticed was crying. My mother was crying. I couldn't believe it; I'd never seen her cry before. Come to think of it, I've never seen her cry since. She was lying in the hospital bed, curled up against my father. He held her, and I think he was crying too. He murmmered over and over again, "Shh, Emily, shh. It's all right."
We stayed like that - Mom crying in bed, Dad holding her, and me standing in the doorway - for what seemed like forever. I don't think they even noticed I was there. Finally I spoke.
"Where's the baby? Is it a boy or a girl?" I crossed my fingers for a brother.
My mother began to cry even harder. "Your mother lost the baby," my father said.
"Don't cry Mom," I said, desperate to cheer her up. "I'll find it. Where did you last see it? Is is a boy or a girl?"
My father looked at me for a while, as if he couldn't believe what I'd said. "The baby died, Lorelai," he said shortly. As an afterthought, he added, "It was a boy."
I stood in the doorway for hours, watching him holding her. I didn't know what to do or to say. I wanted to comfort them and to let them comfort me. But I didn't know how. All I could do was stand there.
My father told my mother, "It's all right, Emily. We'll try again." But they never did. Ever.
by KitLee
Disclaimer: All characters are from "Gilmore Girls" and aren't mine. Obviously.
A/N: This is a little moodfic. Please r/r!
I remember walking down a long, dark hall. A large, impatient nurse held my hand. She walked so quickly - and I was so little - that I had to almost run to keep up with her. My nanny (on her way to poker) had dropped me off at the hospital minutes before.
As the nurse dragged me throughout the hospital, I clutched my stuffed elephant (Mr. Snuffles) and comforted myself with the thought that I was so good and grown-up to be giving my prized companion to a stranger. I was nervous and very excited.
The nurse led me through a labyrinth of elevators, stairs, and long corridors. I began to think that I would never find my parents.
Finally, the nurse pushed me into a room, saying only, "In there."
The first thing I noticed was crying. My mother was crying. I couldn't believe it; I'd never seen her cry before. Come to think of it, I've never seen her cry since. She was lying in the hospital bed, curled up against my father. He held her, and I think he was crying too. He murmmered over and over again, "Shh, Emily, shh. It's all right."
We stayed like that - Mom crying in bed, Dad holding her, and me standing in the doorway - for what seemed like forever. I don't think they even noticed I was there. Finally I spoke.
"Where's the baby? Is it a boy or a girl?" I crossed my fingers for a brother.
My mother began to cry even harder. "Your mother lost the baby," my father said.
"Don't cry Mom," I said, desperate to cheer her up. "I'll find it. Where did you last see it? Is is a boy or a girl?"
My father looked at me for a while, as if he couldn't believe what I'd said. "The baby died, Lorelai," he said shortly. As an afterthought, he added, "It was a boy."
I stood in the doorway for hours, watching him holding her. I didn't know what to do or to say. I wanted to comfort them and to let them comfort me. But I didn't know how. All I could do was stand there.
My father told my mother, "It's all right, Emily. We'll try again." But they never did. Ever.