Chapter 1: Perfect Marriage, Horrible Headaches
Five Years Later (after they reunited).....
[Dean]
Dean came home from work with a terrible headache. His head was pounding and he couldn't get it to stop. He took a bunch of Advil, but that didn't help. He had been getting these headaches for a while. He opened the door and threw his briefcase down on a chair in the kitchen where Rory was cooking. She turned around and smiled.
"Hi, honey," she said with a southern drawl. "Lookin' good. How was work today?"
Dean chuckled despite the invisible hammer banging against the inside of his head. He had been married to Rory for a year and it was on of the happiest years of his life. He was the luckiest guy on Earth to have her back. He was especially lucky that she married him.
"Work was boring," he said, trying to do a southern drawl. "Did you feed the pigs?"
"We have pigs?" Rory asked, in her normal voice.
"I can't talk in a southern accent without pulling a 'Sweet Home Alabama' on you and yell 'where's my money?'"
"Good point."
Rory and Dean kissed and then he sat down on the table and rubbed his temples. His headache was getting worse and worse. Rory wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the head.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I have a terrible headache," Dean said.
"Again? You've been getting a lot of these. You should see a doctor."
"It's probably nothing. I've been working really hard lately."
"Oh, my god. You're pale. Go lie down in the living room and I'll let you know when dinner's ready."
Dean nodded and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Stop, stop, Dean commanded his head, putting a pillow over his head. Rory was right. His headaches were getting worse. The last time he had a headache like this was.....No, he thought. This isn't happening again. I'm probably just dehydrated.
[Rory]
"Dean, dinner's ready," Rory said.
Rory kept her eyes on Dean as he lifted himself off the couch. He staggered into the kitchen like he was drunk.
"Dean, are you okay?" Rory asked.
Dean suddenly fainted and started to fall. Rory quickly caught him before he hit the floor. Oh, my god, Rory thought. She turned off the stove and grabbed her keys and tried to carry Dean into the car. She put him in the back seat as she drove as fast as she could to the hospital.
Rory sat outside Dean's room waiting for a doctor to come out later that night. She sipped her coffee and tapped her foot. She didn't have her watch with her, but she felt like she had been sitting there for a really long time. Finally, a doctor came out.
"Mrs. Forester?" he said, addressing her.
"Gilmore-Forester," she corrected, standing up.
"I'm Dr. Thomas," the doctor said.
"How's my husband?"
"He's fine now."
"Can you explain his headaches?"
"We don't know. We have to keep him here for a week for testing. We've checked his medical record. It seems he had a brain tumor at age ten."
"A tumor?"
Dr. Thomas nodded. Dean had a tumor? And he didn't tell her? Rory suddenly felt angry. She couldn't believe he didn't tell her.
"Can I see him?" Rory asked.
"You can sit with him, but he's asleep," Dr. Thomas answered.
Rory thanked Dr. Thomas and walked into Dean's room. He was asleep. She looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:00 AM. No wonder he was asleep. Rory pulled up a chair next to him and held his hand. He looked so cute and peaceful when he slept. Rory's anger disappeared. She leaned over and kissed his forehead and rested her head on the bed.
To Be Continued......
A/N: If I made it too mushy, don't blame me. I'm trying to do this lifetime movie style because that's the kind of style I'm best with. I'm very dramatic. One more thing. When I have a headache, I say, "There's an invisible hammer banging on the inside of my head." So, I use that expression a lot. Chapter 2 is coming soon.
Five Years Later (after they reunited).....
[Dean]
Dean came home from work with a terrible headache. His head was pounding and he couldn't get it to stop. He took a bunch of Advil, but that didn't help. He had been getting these headaches for a while. He opened the door and threw his briefcase down on a chair in the kitchen where Rory was cooking. She turned around and smiled.
"Hi, honey," she said with a southern drawl. "Lookin' good. How was work today?"
Dean chuckled despite the invisible hammer banging against the inside of his head. He had been married to Rory for a year and it was on of the happiest years of his life. He was the luckiest guy on Earth to have her back. He was especially lucky that she married him.
"Work was boring," he said, trying to do a southern drawl. "Did you feed the pigs?"
"We have pigs?" Rory asked, in her normal voice.
"I can't talk in a southern accent without pulling a 'Sweet Home Alabama' on you and yell 'where's my money?'"
"Good point."
Rory and Dean kissed and then he sat down on the table and rubbed his temples. His headache was getting worse and worse. Rory wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the head.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I have a terrible headache," Dean said.
"Again? You've been getting a lot of these. You should see a doctor."
"It's probably nothing. I've been working really hard lately."
"Oh, my god. You're pale. Go lie down in the living room and I'll let you know when dinner's ready."
Dean nodded and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Stop, stop, Dean commanded his head, putting a pillow over his head. Rory was right. His headaches were getting worse. The last time he had a headache like this was.....No, he thought. This isn't happening again. I'm probably just dehydrated.
[Rory]
"Dean, dinner's ready," Rory said.
Rory kept her eyes on Dean as he lifted himself off the couch. He staggered into the kitchen like he was drunk.
"Dean, are you okay?" Rory asked.
Dean suddenly fainted and started to fall. Rory quickly caught him before he hit the floor. Oh, my god, Rory thought. She turned off the stove and grabbed her keys and tried to carry Dean into the car. She put him in the back seat as she drove as fast as she could to the hospital.
Rory sat outside Dean's room waiting for a doctor to come out later that night. She sipped her coffee and tapped her foot. She didn't have her watch with her, but she felt like she had been sitting there for a really long time. Finally, a doctor came out.
"Mrs. Forester?" he said, addressing her.
"Gilmore-Forester," she corrected, standing up.
"I'm Dr. Thomas," the doctor said.
"How's my husband?"
"He's fine now."
"Can you explain his headaches?"
"We don't know. We have to keep him here for a week for testing. We've checked his medical record. It seems he had a brain tumor at age ten."
"A tumor?"
Dr. Thomas nodded. Dean had a tumor? And he didn't tell her? Rory suddenly felt angry. She couldn't believe he didn't tell her.
"Can I see him?" Rory asked.
"You can sit with him, but he's asleep," Dr. Thomas answered.
Rory thanked Dr. Thomas and walked into Dean's room. He was asleep. She looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:00 AM. No wonder he was asleep. Rory pulled up a chair next to him and held his hand. He looked so cute and peaceful when he slept. Rory's anger disappeared. She leaned over and kissed his forehead and rested her head on the bed.
To Be Continued......
A/N: If I made it too mushy, don't blame me. I'm trying to do this lifetime movie style because that's the kind of style I'm best with. I'm very dramatic. One more thing. When I have a headache, I say, "There's an invisible hammer banging on the inside of my head." So, I use that expression a lot. Chapter 2 is coming soon.