"What is your problem?" Rory growls the second they step outside.
"I don't like who you are around them. You let them treat you like dirt."
"Mom this could be a real opportunity."
Lorelai shakes her head, "When did you become this person?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The vapid girl who is perfectly content being the other woman? When did my daughter become a goodtime girl who is content living off other people's table scraps? Sometimes I feel like I don't even know you anymore."
"Where is this coming from? Why are you so upset?" Rory tries to understand.
Lorelai's stomach begins to churn, "You used to have self-respect. What happened to you? You were supposed to be this incredible success story. You were my magnum opus."
Rory rolls her eyes, "I am sorry if I disappointed you. I am sorry if I didn't live up to your dreams, or expectations."
Lorelai shakes her head as her anger grows her stomach becomes increasingly more unsettled, "I am angry, because you didn't live up to your own expectations. That is what disappoints me. You didn't have enough faith in yourself to meet your own expectations."
"I got tired of never being good enough," Rory admits.
"You stopped believing in yourself. You can't do that, Rory. You have to do better. You don't have a choice, anymore."
"Mom, I am sorry that I am not who you thought I should be."
"My wayward son," she comments.
"I know you think I am just a feather in the wind, who is never going to get her act together. I understand where you are coming from. I am trying to do better. I am trying to be better."
Lorelai shakes her head, "You don't get it. One day you will. One day your heart will live outside your body. Sometimes it will feel like your heart has been ripped out, and stomped on, and you have to go on, because there is a pair of little eyes looking up at you, expecting the world of you. That is what it is like," she lurches forward, with no notice and proceeds to vomit into the trashcan at the edge of the sidewalk. Rory grabs her hair in the nick of time. After a few moments Lorelai returns to an upright position.
"Do you feel better, now?"
"No," she shakes her head, while folding her arms across her chest.
"I have an extra toothbrush upstairs."
"Lead the way," Lorelai responds.
Rory turns to go back into the diner. After a couple of steps she realizes that Lorelai isn't with her. She spins around, and finds her getting intimately acquainted with the trash can again.
When Luke gets home he calls Lorelai's name. He hears a weak voice respond.
"I'm here."
He looks around, as the voice sounds as if it is coming from the living room. He furrows his brow, because he can't see Lorelai anywhere.
"Where?"
"Down here," she responds.
He steps past the couch, and finds her lying on the floor between the couch, and the coffee table. Her hair is secured in topknot, and she is pajama-clad.
"You're not dressed," he points out.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"I know that you haven't been feeling particularly well the past couple of weeks, but I don't feel like it should have affected your memory."
"It's karma, I am sure that it is fine."
"You keep saying that, but I am highly skeptical."
"Nearly two weeks ago I yelled at Rory outside the diner. I have been sick ever since. I keep thinking if I stop having such terrible thoughts about her potential merger with Mitchum Buttmuch, I might start feeling better."
"Whatever, just get dressed."
"Where are we going?"
"We have a doctor's appointment."
"You made a doctor's appointment? Luke, honestly I am fine. Today has just been a really bad day. I was feeling better, but Michel brought a stomach bug to work yesterday, and it has systematically begun making its way through my entire staff."
"It is probably the bug that you gave them to begin with," he argues.
"No doubt. Seriously though, I just came home from work a little early. I am sure I will be fine by tomorrow."
He glances at his watch, "It is noon, and you're in pajamas."
"Why do you want to drag me to the doctor?"
"I don't. You made the appointment. We are supposed to go see Paris today."
"Right. I'll be ready in ten, but we're bringing Greg."
He furrows his brow, "Who is Greg?"
"One of the waiters gave me an empty mayo bucket to puke in. We clean them, and use them for soapy water to clean things with. He is wearing protective garments."
Luke shakes his head, as he grabs a bucket with a few bags inside.
Luke sits next to Lorelai as the technician quietly probes around. Lorelai picks up on the concerned look on the technician's face. She looks over at Luke who simply shrugs. Lorelai can't handle the anticipation, and the screen is turned away from them.
"Is this where you tell me my eggs are of poor quality, or they are all dried up, and I will have to use donor eggs?" Lorelai queries.
The technician glances at her, over the screen, and shakes her head. She picks up the phone, and dials.
"Dr. Gellar, I need you to come to suite three. I am with your VIP's," she says.
Luke turns towards his wife, "That can't be good, can it?"
Lorelai shrugs, "Probably not."