A/N: I know that this is very OOC. I had the idea and wanted to continue
with it. As for the surprise, I did that intentionally. I wanted to show
how this kind of thing can seem sudden to some people. Hope you like this
next chapter. Sorry, it's short. Thanks for the reviews.
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As Rory walked out of her mother's room, she heard the doorbell ring. 'That must be the paramedics,' She thought. After calling them, she had sat in the room for a good 5 minutes holding and rocking Lorelai, just as she remembered her mother doing to her. It hadn't sunk in, yet. I was just a bad nightmare. Rory had fallen asleep studying. She would wake up any minute now.
'Wake up already,' She thought. 'I'm scared. Aren't you supposed to wake up when a dream gets too scary?'
She looked down at her hands. The blood had stained them red. Her mother's blood. Crusty, bloody hands were not her mother. Her mother was the bouncy, chipper, coffee-drinking woman who always had energy.
Rory remembered comparing her to the energizer bunny, once. They both kept going, and going, and going.
But eventually batteries run out, right. They always did. Now her mother had taken that analogy to far.
Rory opened the door to see an ambulance outside and several Paramedics. At least none of the neighbors had seen this.
"Hello. May we come in?" One of the doctors asked politely. Rory nodded and led them to her mother's room. She let them go in, not wanting to see her friend on the floor again. None of them said a word. They carried Lorelai out into the ambulance.
"Would you like a ride to the hospital?" The same doctor offered putting out his hand to help her into the ambulance. After a moment of hesitation, Rory accepted by taking his hand and stepping inside.
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As Rory walked out of her mother's room, she heard the doorbell ring. 'That must be the paramedics,' She thought. After calling them, she had sat in the room for a good 5 minutes holding and rocking Lorelai, just as she remembered her mother doing to her. It hadn't sunk in, yet. I was just a bad nightmare. Rory had fallen asleep studying. She would wake up any minute now.
'Wake up already,' She thought. 'I'm scared. Aren't you supposed to wake up when a dream gets too scary?'
She looked down at her hands. The blood had stained them red. Her mother's blood. Crusty, bloody hands were not her mother. Her mother was the bouncy, chipper, coffee-drinking woman who always had energy.
Rory remembered comparing her to the energizer bunny, once. They both kept going, and going, and going.
But eventually batteries run out, right. They always did. Now her mother had taken that analogy to far.
Rory opened the door to see an ambulance outside and several Paramedics. At least none of the neighbors had seen this.
"Hello. May we come in?" One of the doctors asked politely. Rory nodded and led them to her mother's room. She let them go in, not wanting to see her friend on the floor again. None of them said a word. They carried Lorelai out into the ambulance.
"Would you like a ride to the hospital?" The same doctor offered putting out his hand to help her into the ambulance. After a moment of hesitation, Rory accepted by taking his hand and stepping inside.