Everyone that Rory had called to come to the hospital was now here. There
was no way that she could back out of it now. After Luke, Sookie and
Jackson had come into the waiting room, then her grandparents, and finally
Lane. Each one of them had attempted to comfort Rory, but they still had
no idea what had happened. All the nurse had told them was that Lorelai
was there in a hospital room down a long, narrow corridor. That was all
that Rory really knew, either. Sure, she knew a bit more, but how could
she be sure. She didn't know if her mother was dead or just unconscious.
Her pulse had been beating when Rory had found her, but, for all she knew,
Rory's mother could be dead by now.
She shuddered just thinking about it. She was still sitting in the chair, starring into space, when someone hugged her. It was her grandmother. Rory turned to look at her and realized that there were tears running down Emily's face. Rory was surprised. Her grandmother had never really shown much emotion.
"I love you, you know," Emily told her.
Rory could only nod. Of course she did. That was all her grandmother said for a while. They sat there in silence, all that had gathered there. This silence was filled, though, with thoughts. Each and every person was lost in thought. Lost in the worry, the disconnection from reality.
Rory just sat in the chair staring at nothing. Staring at the black spot on the floor. It never moved. She wondered how many people that spot had seen walk into this room. People just as fearful, just as clueless as her. The spot seemed to smile at her. Probably hundreds. People with the same problem. Yet totally different. People who had come in through those doors and some who never went back out. It was sad. This spot had seen so much horror, so much death, but it couldn't shield itself. She felt bad for the spot. She took her coat and walked over to the spot. Setting her coat down over the spot's eyes, she saved it for a while. This spot would not have to endure the pain of seeing her deal with her mother. Having done this good deed, Rory sat back down quietly and with a slight feeling of contentment. She didn't care that her entire party was staring at her, confused by this sudden show.
She shuddered just thinking about it. She was still sitting in the chair, starring into space, when someone hugged her. It was her grandmother. Rory turned to look at her and realized that there were tears running down Emily's face. Rory was surprised. Her grandmother had never really shown much emotion.
"I love you, you know," Emily told her.
Rory could only nod. Of course she did. That was all her grandmother said for a while. They sat there in silence, all that had gathered there. This silence was filled, though, with thoughts. Each and every person was lost in thought. Lost in the worry, the disconnection from reality.
Rory just sat in the chair staring at nothing. Staring at the black spot on the floor. It never moved. She wondered how many people that spot had seen walk into this room. People just as fearful, just as clueless as her. The spot seemed to smile at her. Probably hundreds. People with the same problem. Yet totally different. People who had come in through those doors and some who never went back out. It was sad. This spot had seen so much horror, so much death, but it couldn't shield itself. She felt bad for the spot. She took her coat and walked over to the spot. Setting her coat down over the spot's eyes, she saved it for a while. This spot would not have to endure the pain of seeing her deal with her mother. Having done this good deed, Rory sat back down quietly and with a slight feeling of contentment. She didn't care that her entire party was staring at her, confused by this sudden show.