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**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show or any of the movie references I use. And even if you did sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
Hospital Visits
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 2: I'm Your Mother, Dammit
"Rory?" Lorelei called as she entered the room, half expecting an answer. "It's time to wake up." When her daughter didn't stir, she continued to speak just to fill the silence, "You were always pretty good at sleeping like the dead." At the word crossing her lips, she began to cry.
"God, Rory," she sobbed, "what am I supposed to do without you? You're the culmination of everything I did wrong in my life, and yet, you're the only thing in my life I ever did right. You can't leave me." She put on a stern motherly face, "You're not allowed, do you understand me? I'm your mother, and when I say wake up, you're supposed to wake up, dammit."
She shook her head, pretending to be disappointed in her daughter. "What am I going to do with you? I've brought you up too liberally. I leave you alone for a second and you're getting in a car accident with the rebel without a cause. I swear, when I get you home, I'm locking you in the closet until you're 30. Harvard be damned!"
She softened a little, "Well, I guess I can't go that far. I'd probably be murdered in my sleep." She sighed, taking a deep breath. "I guess I just have to concentrate on getting you better. Maybe if I concentrate all of my telekinetic powers on waking you up, I can pull you out of this." She sat silent for a moment, her eyes closed and her first two fingers from each hand on either temple.
After a minute, she heaved a sigh of resignation. "It only works with your help," she said. "Maybe you could focus all your power from where ever you are on getting better." She took her daughters hand. "Where are you, Rory? Is it dark? Is it cold?" The tears returned to her eyes as she tried desperately to hold them off. 'I'm the adult, dammit,' she thought. 'I'm supposed to be the strong one.'
"Do you remember when you were a little girl?" she asked the comatose figure before her. "Do you remember when you were about seven years old and you used to climb in my bed because you were afraid of the dark? We would stay up all night and I would tell you all of the stupid things I did as a teenager, and then by the time we were done, you were laughing so hard that the dark didn't seem so bad. Well, here goes."
Luke watched Lorelei from the observation window. Every now and then, she would laugh halfheartedly. Every now and then she would cry wholeheartedly. She looked so small to him just then, so frail. She looked as if a brisk wind might shatter her. Right then, she wanted to hold her.
"Luke," Jess hailed as he approached.
"How's she doing?" Luke asked.
"I don't really know," he sighed, obviously trying to keep it together. "The doctor hasn't really told us anything, only that the sooner she wakes up, the better. Like we didn't know that?" Luke saw so much frustration in him, so much anger.
"How did it happen?"
Jess bowed his head, his voice shaking. "It was my fault," he almost whispered. "I made her come with me to get some ice cream. I was driving, and a deer jumped in front of the car. I panicked, Luke. I panicked, and now she'd lying in a hospital bed, fighting her way out of a coma."
"Hey," Luke sighed, pulling Jess into a father-like hug. He had never really been good with these kinds of situations. "I'm sure there was nothing you could have done. She's going to pull through this." He stood there in the middle of the hallway, patting Jess's back as he cried into his shoulder. "She's strong. She has a lot of her mother in her, and you know how stubborn she is."
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," Lorelei said, catching the last bit of conversation as the walked out of the room.
"Both," Luke replied as Jess pulled away from him, a little embarrassed.
"Well, okay then," she replied. "Look, I'm sorry about yelling at you. I was just--"
"Worried," he finished for her, "it's okay."
"I was going to say terrified out of my mind, but you get the picture."
Luke looked down as a few nurses went by with a man on a gurney. "I hate hospitals," he said when Jess looked at him funny. "Too much disease and sickness and death."
At that last word, they all visibly cringed.
"Do you want to see her, Luke?" Lorelei asked.
"Oh, I don't know," he replied a little uncomfortably. In that room with Rory that way was probably the last place he wanted to be. "I don't want to be in the way.
"I think she would really like to see you," Lorelei assured him.
Luke sighed. "Anything for Rory." With a grave look of determination, he prepared to enter the room.
**So? How is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me. I won't post another chapter until I get 10 reviews. And this time, I want names people. I'm starting to wonder if some of you guys are just sending two or three anonymous reviews and pretending they're from different people. That's not allowed!
Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys something. I haven't been writing for the site too long and am just ignorant, so would someone please tell me what the hell 'Literati' means?
****Everyone out there, Christian or not, I need prayers. A person very close to me just received some very bad, but very good news. Because of this news, her mother is seriously threatening to throw her out of the family and pull her out of college. She needs as many prayers as she can possibly get. Thank you. O: ]****
Next time on 'Hospital Visits':
Luke's thoughts
The grandparents
??Dean comes into the picture?? (I'm not sure how I'm going to do this, so that's why it's in question marks) **
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show or any of the movie references I use. And even if you did sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
Hospital Visits
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 2: I'm Your Mother, Dammit
"Rory?" Lorelei called as she entered the room, half expecting an answer. "It's time to wake up." When her daughter didn't stir, she continued to speak just to fill the silence, "You were always pretty good at sleeping like the dead." At the word crossing her lips, she began to cry.
"God, Rory," she sobbed, "what am I supposed to do without you? You're the culmination of everything I did wrong in my life, and yet, you're the only thing in my life I ever did right. You can't leave me." She put on a stern motherly face, "You're not allowed, do you understand me? I'm your mother, and when I say wake up, you're supposed to wake up, dammit."
She shook her head, pretending to be disappointed in her daughter. "What am I going to do with you? I've brought you up too liberally. I leave you alone for a second and you're getting in a car accident with the rebel without a cause. I swear, when I get you home, I'm locking you in the closet until you're 30. Harvard be damned!"
She softened a little, "Well, I guess I can't go that far. I'd probably be murdered in my sleep." She sighed, taking a deep breath. "I guess I just have to concentrate on getting you better. Maybe if I concentrate all of my telekinetic powers on waking you up, I can pull you out of this." She sat silent for a moment, her eyes closed and her first two fingers from each hand on either temple.
After a minute, she heaved a sigh of resignation. "It only works with your help," she said. "Maybe you could focus all your power from where ever you are on getting better." She took her daughters hand. "Where are you, Rory? Is it dark? Is it cold?" The tears returned to her eyes as she tried desperately to hold them off. 'I'm the adult, dammit,' she thought. 'I'm supposed to be the strong one.'
"Do you remember when you were a little girl?" she asked the comatose figure before her. "Do you remember when you were about seven years old and you used to climb in my bed because you were afraid of the dark? We would stay up all night and I would tell you all of the stupid things I did as a teenager, and then by the time we were done, you were laughing so hard that the dark didn't seem so bad. Well, here goes."
Luke watched Lorelei from the observation window. Every now and then, she would laugh halfheartedly. Every now and then she would cry wholeheartedly. She looked so small to him just then, so frail. She looked as if a brisk wind might shatter her. Right then, she wanted to hold her.
"Luke," Jess hailed as he approached.
"How's she doing?" Luke asked.
"I don't really know," he sighed, obviously trying to keep it together. "The doctor hasn't really told us anything, only that the sooner she wakes up, the better. Like we didn't know that?" Luke saw so much frustration in him, so much anger.
"How did it happen?"
Jess bowed his head, his voice shaking. "It was my fault," he almost whispered. "I made her come with me to get some ice cream. I was driving, and a deer jumped in front of the car. I panicked, Luke. I panicked, and now she'd lying in a hospital bed, fighting her way out of a coma."
"Hey," Luke sighed, pulling Jess into a father-like hug. He had never really been good with these kinds of situations. "I'm sure there was nothing you could have done. She's going to pull through this." He stood there in the middle of the hallway, patting Jess's back as he cried into his shoulder. "She's strong. She has a lot of her mother in her, and you know how stubborn she is."
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," Lorelei said, catching the last bit of conversation as the walked out of the room.
"Both," Luke replied as Jess pulled away from him, a little embarrassed.
"Well, okay then," she replied. "Look, I'm sorry about yelling at you. I was just--"
"Worried," he finished for her, "it's okay."
"I was going to say terrified out of my mind, but you get the picture."
Luke looked down as a few nurses went by with a man on a gurney. "I hate hospitals," he said when Jess looked at him funny. "Too much disease and sickness and death."
At that last word, they all visibly cringed.
"Do you want to see her, Luke?" Lorelei asked.
"Oh, I don't know," he replied a little uncomfortably. In that room with Rory that way was probably the last place he wanted to be. "I don't want to be in the way.
"I think she would really like to see you," Lorelei assured him.
Luke sighed. "Anything for Rory." With a grave look of determination, he prepared to enter the room.
**So? How is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me. I won't post another chapter until I get 10 reviews. And this time, I want names people. I'm starting to wonder if some of you guys are just sending two or three anonymous reviews and pretending they're from different people. That's not allowed!
Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys something. I haven't been writing for the site too long and am just ignorant, so would someone please tell me what the hell 'Literati' means?
****Everyone out there, Christian or not, I need prayers. A person very close to me just received some very bad, but very good news. Because of this news, her mother is seriously threatening to throw her out of the family and pull her out of college. She needs as many prayers as she can possibly get. Thank you. O: ]****
Next time on 'Hospital Visits':
Luke's thoughts
The grandparents
??Dean comes into the picture?? (I'm not sure how I'm going to do this, so that's why it's in question marks) **
