Paris had just gotten off the phone with her kids' nanny. She needed to tell her that she would be at the hospital for a while instead of a couple hours, like she previously thought. The radiologist and the neurologist grabbed Paris as she was walking out of the on-call room, which is the room reserved for on-call nurses and physicians to get a little rest during long shifts. "So?" she demanded of the radiologist.

The radiologist was terrified of Paris, and stammered, "So, Dr. Gellar….."

The neurologist interrupted, mostly to save the other scared doctor. "Paris, about Patient Gilmore, we need to repeat the CT Scan before we know anything for sure."

"Why?" Paris demanded. "That is my BEST FRIEND laying in there, and I need to know she is going to recover!" Paris screamed at her. "Amanda! I need to know that she's going to be okay." Paris's voice faltered a little and she turned around so that they wouldn't see her cry.

Amanda (the neurologist) whispered to Ben (the radiologist) "I've already placed the order for the repeat scan. Would you mind making sure it happens right away so that I can see about…." She gestured to Paris who was sniffling while facing the wall.

Ben who was terrified of Paris on a good day took the opportunity to scurry out of the room. He went to the nurses' station to make sure the transport was ordered to take Rory for more scans.

Meanwhile, Amanda tried to console Paris. "Paris, I'm sorry about your friend. But…. you already know why I want to re-do the imaging."

Paris hung her head and sucked in a huge, gross snot bubble – the kind that only comes from ugly crying. Paris nodded. "I know." She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "What's your gut feeling on this?"

Amanda took a deep breath. "Well…. Right now, the scans show a bunch of goo in her skull. That can come from a few things. And I want to keep scanning her because I want to know if its swelling that is reducing or….."

Paris cut her off. "Yeah, I know. Fuck!"

Amanda handed her more Kleenex. "You said she's your best friend?"

Paris nodded. "We've known each other since high school. We hated each other at first. Then we were roommates in college and have been like sisters ever since. I truly don't know what I would do without her. She is the closest thing I have to family other than my kids."

Amanda sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, Paris. Give it time. I see these things turn around all the time. She needs to rest and heal. And hopefully she will."

Paris looked at her evenly. "Bottom-line this for me." Amanda raised one eyebrow at her in question. "Please?" Paris begged her colleague.

Amanda pursed her lips. "I see this going one of two ways: she's going to recover completely, raise her baby and live to be very old lady. Or she's going never going to wake up and will eventually be taken off life support and her baby will also perish."

Paris immediately dashed over to the waste basket and vomited. "I can't even….."

Amanda nodded. "I know. I'm sorry I put it like that, but…."

Paris interrupted her. "Nope. Thank you for being honest with me," she dampened a paper towel and wiped her face. "Come on, we need to tell her family."

Amanda nodded, "Yep. And before they arrive to take her to CT and her family freaks out because they don't know what's going on."

Logan was truly impressed that his father had arranged for a helicopter to meet them at the airport so that they could immediately board and be taken to the hospital. Well, to be completely honestly, he probably had someone do the arranging, but whatever. Sometimes having money at your disposal was very helpful – this was not news to Logan, but he was especially grateful in this moment. The helicopter dropped them off at the hospital helipad as the sun was rising. Logan grabbed his bag and hurried into the emergency entrance. His eyes constantly scanned everything around him, for signage or someone to direct him to the ICU area.

Finally, he spied a directory of sorts. Then someone approached him and Mitchum with a name badge and a clipboard. The person was young and didn't seem to understand the desperation in Logan's face. "Hello and welcome to Hartford Memorial Hospital! Could I help you find your….?"

Mitchum cut him off and said, "ICU, please?" rather sternly.

The kid realized that Logan wasn't waiting for him and trotted along to catch up. He must have noticed Logan's urgency, so he just said, "I'll take you." He led them down the hall and stopped at the entrance. Logan and Mitchum burst through the double doors into the ICU waiting room.

Lorelai jumped out of her seat when she saw Logan and began sobbing all over again. She tackled him in a bone crushing embrace and cried on his shoulder. Mitchum watched awkwardly from one side and Luke and Jess from the other side. "Logan…. I'm so glad you're here."

Logan hugged Lorelai like he wished he had ever hugged his own mother. "Lorelai, are you okay?" She shook her head and wiped her eyes. He kissed her cheek and made sure she was standing on her own as Luke came over.

"Hey, Logan," Luke offered as a greeting and offered his hand to Logan.

Logan shook his hand and said, "Thanks for all the information. I appreciate it."

Luke nodded. "It's the least I could do."

Logan gestured to Mitchum, "This is my father Mitchum, Dad this is Luke Danes, Rory's stepfather."

The men exchanged greetings while Logan waved to Jess briefly and looked around for something, anything. Lorelai explained to Logan, "They took her for another CT scan, and she should be back any time now. They are going to let us know once she's back."

Logan nodded as Jess walked over. Jess greeted him with a cool guy nod and said, "Hey."

Logan glanced at him and asked, "Jess?"

Jess nodded. "Yep. It's been a long time."

Logan offered his hand to Jess. "It has."

Logan and Jess shook hands and stood there awkwardly. Lorelai was still a mess and told them, "Paris said that because its daytime now, things should be happening faster. More people are here to read results and do scans and stuff. I hope so anyway."

Logan nodded absent-mindedly. "Right."

Paris appeared on the other side of the room and quickly crossed the room to them. "Huntzberger! It's about damn time you got here!" Mitchum and Luke both stopped talking and watched wide-eyed as Paris gave Logan as severe dressing down about not being there sooner. "You've never been there for her when she needed you! Why would you start now? She's fighting for her life, and you've been God knows where. You've never changed!"

Logan blinked at Paris, not registering that she was taking out her fear on anyone she could. Jess rolled his eyes and groaned as he said, "Paris, I know you're upset but you're out of line."

Lorelai decided to ignore all of this and grabbed Logan's hand. "Come on. Let's go see if we can see Rory." She led him through a different set of double doors and down a corridor filled with patients who were in rooms with glass walls and see-through sliding doors. He had never heard so much beeping and whooshing and simultaneous silence all at the same time.

All of a sudden, alarms started going off and people started rushing around. "CODE BLUE, Room 1898. Code team to 1898 was the overhead announcement."

Logan stared at Lorelai with a pale face and eyes as big as saucers. Lorelai answered his unasked question, "That's not her room. But it's terrifying every time it happens. And it happens a lot."

Lorelai slowed down and pulled Logan to the side. She took both of his hands in hers and said, "Logan, you need to be prepared." He furrowed his brow, confused but she continued. "Rory has a lot of bruising and swelling. She also has a lot of cuts. Its hard to tell that its her." Logan gulped and nodded. Lorelai whispered, "I swore it wasn't her and they had made a mistake. Then they gave me this." She pulled Rory's engagement ring out of her pocket and handed it to Logan. Logan felt all the air rush out of his lungs when he saw the ring. He closed his hand around it and closed his eyes tight for a few seconds. They continued walking and passed a few more rooms until Lorelai peered around and saw that Rory was back. "She's back. I'm going to give you some time alone with her." Logan nodded. "Are you okay?" she asked in a whisper. He shook his head with tears running down his face. "I know…." she said as she rubbed his shoulder. "Go. Be strong for her."

Lorelai walked away while Logan entered the room. Rory was mostly covered with blankets and lots of gauze and bandages. Her skin was more pale than usual, and her dark hair was mostly covered with gauze. She had lots of tubes, but not as many as he feared. He was relieved to notice that Rory, while on oxygen, was breathing on her own. He glanced at the monitors on the other side. Her heart rate appeared steady and strong, not that he knew what he was looking for. He noticed another monitor with a quicker beep, and he hoped that might be the baby's vital signs. IVs dripped and things beeped, but Logan was relieved that she wasn't on a ventilator or life support. Logan took her hand in both of his own. "Ace, I love you so much. Please be okay. Please…" Tears ran freely down his face as he dropped to his knees beside the bed. "You are the most important thing in the world to me. I need you to wake up and be okay." He stood up and kissed her forehead through the bandages, not letting go of her hand.

A petite blonde woman walked in and said, "Hello."

Logan noticed her MD badge on her scrubs and nodded in reply. "Do you have any news?"

She extended her hand and said, "I'm Amanda Burkes. I'm the chief of neurology."

Logan shook her hand and said, "Thank you for taking care of her. I'm Logan, her fiancé."

"We've gotten some preliminary results…." Logan paled as he stared at her.

"Please tell me some good news. Dr. Burkes, she's an incredible person and if anyone deserves to be alright, its Rory."

"She's improving, a lot. That's the reason for all the scans. I'm seeing progress and I'm trying to establish a baseline and progression."

"Really?" Logan asked her in disbelief.

She nodded. "Yes. Her swelling is decreasing, her organs and musculoskeletal systems are okay." Logan's face lit up as she continued. "I have no reason to believe that she won't be fine."

"And the baby?" Logan held his breath.

"The baby is fine too." She pointed at the second monitor. "Those are the baby's vital signs. The baby is great. You will have to ask her OB specialist specific questions about the pregnancy, but yeah… I think they will both be fine."

Tears of joy ran down Logan's face as he sobbed in relief. "You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that." He bent to kiss Rory's cheeks. "I love you, Ace, and I knew I should have bubble wrapped you," he whispered. Amanda grinned at Logan. She loved delivering happy news to people. "Thank you so much. I don't think I've ever had better news in my life."

Amanda sighed. "But you should realize that it might not be fast, and it might not be completely easy. She may have short-term memory loss, she might have some permanent scarring, she might need physical therapy depending on how long she's down."

Logan shook his head. "That's all completely reasonable. We can deal with all of that. As long as she and the baby are okay." He took a deep breath. "Really. Thank you again."

She nodded and said, "I'm going to go and tell the others" then she slipped out of the room. Logan crumpled as he realized how close he came to losing her.