Addicted
By kelli173
Chapter 3 : Pillow Fights…
Summary: Luke and Lorelai make a little bet over coffee…what are the consequences? What's wrong with Lorelai?
Rating: PG 13+ (blood and guts, well not really)
Spoilers: Not sure yet…
Pairing: Luke and Lorelai ofcorz!!! L/L 4eva!! THERE IS NO MAX OR NO CHRISTOPHER, RORY IS AT CAMP!!
A/N: Thankx 4 ur reviews, specially the one about ritchard, I had originally planned to mention his where abouts in the next chapter but since you asked, I changed it for ya. Im not really sure where this fic is going rite now, I actually really hate writing so if this story sucks then that's why, its just that im in yr 10 this yr and I have to do the School Certificate and one of the assessments is creative writing so I thought I'd practice!! Thankx again!!!
Luke followed the ambulance at high speed through the streets of Stars Hollow and Hartford until finally reaching the hospital.
He watched as they unloaded Lorelai from the rear of the ambulance and pushed her into the depths of the hospital for examination. When the group of doctors and nurses arrived at the elusive "doors" with Lorelai on a stretcher, Luke stopped when he saw the "AUTHORISED PERSONEL ONLY" sign. Deciding there was nothing more he could do to help the doctors, he went to the nearest payphone to make a call.
"Hello?" Luke heard the person on the other end of the line answer.
"Uh…hi. Mrs. Gilmore? Um this is Luke Danes…"
"Luke? I don't seem to…ahhh now I remember…the plaid man." Emily said cheerfully.
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. Luke, you're the man with the ice am I correct?"
"If you're talking about Rory's party, then yes that's me. Anyway that's not important right now. Lorelai collapsed in the diner this afternoon and she is in the hospital, the nurse has told me to call you so you can sign the forms for insurance and other information. Can you come down here now?"
Luke's only response was a dial tone.
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Luke sat by the nurse's station once again staring at his shoes. He hated hospitals. Sick and dying people were not the most joyful bunch. And the blood, he felt queasy just thinking about it.
"Where is my daughter?! Why won't anybody tell me anything! I need to find better quarters for my daughter to recover in! These pillows are shocking! Hey! Why are you walking away from me?!" The unmistakable voice of Emily Gilmore rang through the halls. Luke looked up, only to be met with the sight of a young man with a knife in his arm being wheeled passed.
"Ah geez.." he groaned, not for the first time that day.
"Luke! There you are!" Emily shouted when she spotted him sitting with his head between his knees. She sat down beside him.
"Are you ok? You look sick."
"Well I'm in the right place for it then…." He muttered.
"Have you heard anything? I filled in those papers but no one is telling me anything. Its so frustrating!"
"I've been here for about three hours and no one has come in or out of those damn doors!" Luke yelled, becoming upset.
Emily place a hand on his thigh, "Thank you for waiting Luke, but you can go home if you really want to."
"No, I'm staying for Lorelai." He said softly, "Rory's not here so I have to help her. She's too special to leave."
"I know you care deeply for Lorelai, I've always wondered why you to haven't gone out before…"
Luke chuckled a little, "Yer like that'll ever happen."
"I don't know you could be surprised by what happens, especially when she finds out what you have done for her." Emily said as she got off the seat, " I'm going to ring Rory and Ritchard, he is in New York for a golf tournament."
Luke watched her turn the corner with a confused look on his face, "What did she mean?" he asked himself.
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I know I'm dragging this out a lot but I'm still trying to come up with a reason for her little collapse, you know to do with the whole coffee thing, I kinda know how I wanna go about it I just don't have the medical terms to go with it. Any suggestions? Constructive criticism welcome!!! I WANNA ENCOURAGE MORE PPL TO RITE L/L FICS!! THERE AREN'T ENOUGH!!
By kelli173
Chapter 3 : Pillow Fights…
Summary: Luke and Lorelai make a little bet over coffee…what are the consequences? What's wrong with Lorelai?
Rating: PG 13+ (blood and guts, well not really)
Spoilers: Not sure yet…
Pairing: Luke and Lorelai ofcorz!!! L/L 4eva!! THERE IS NO MAX OR NO CHRISTOPHER, RORY IS AT CAMP!!
A/N: Thankx 4 ur reviews, specially the one about ritchard, I had originally planned to mention his where abouts in the next chapter but since you asked, I changed it for ya. Im not really sure where this fic is going rite now, I actually really hate writing so if this story sucks then that's why, its just that im in yr 10 this yr and I have to do the School Certificate and one of the assessments is creative writing so I thought I'd practice!! Thankx again!!!
Luke followed the ambulance at high speed through the streets of Stars Hollow and Hartford until finally reaching the hospital.
He watched as they unloaded Lorelai from the rear of the ambulance and pushed her into the depths of the hospital for examination. When the group of doctors and nurses arrived at the elusive "doors" with Lorelai on a stretcher, Luke stopped when he saw the "AUTHORISED PERSONEL ONLY" sign. Deciding there was nothing more he could do to help the doctors, he went to the nearest payphone to make a call.
"Hello?" Luke heard the person on the other end of the line answer.
"Uh…hi. Mrs. Gilmore? Um this is Luke Danes…"
"Luke? I don't seem to…ahhh now I remember…the plaid man." Emily said cheerfully.
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. Luke, you're the man with the ice am I correct?"
"If you're talking about Rory's party, then yes that's me. Anyway that's not important right now. Lorelai collapsed in the diner this afternoon and she is in the hospital, the nurse has told me to call you so you can sign the forms for insurance and other information. Can you come down here now?"
Luke's only response was a dial tone.
~~ ~~ ~~
Luke sat by the nurse's station once again staring at his shoes. He hated hospitals. Sick and dying people were not the most joyful bunch. And the blood, he felt queasy just thinking about it.
"Where is my daughter?! Why won't anybody tell me anything! I need to find better quarters for my daughter to recover in! These pillows are shocking! Hey! Why are you walking away from me?!" The unmistakable voice of Emily Gilmore rang through the halls. Luke looked up, only to be met with the sight of a young man with a knife in his arm being wheeled passed.
"Ah geez.." he groaned, not for the first time that day.
"Luke! There you are!" Emily shouted when she spotted him sitting with his head between his knees. She sat down beside him.
"Are you ok? You look sick."
"Well I'm in the right place for it then…." He muttered.
"Have you heard anything? I filled in those papers but no one is telling me anything. Its so frustrating!"
"I've been here for about three hours and no one has come in or out of those damn doors!" Luke yelled, becoming upset.
Emily place a hand on his thigh, "Thank you for waiting Luke, but you can go home if you really want to."
"No, I'm staying for Lorelai." He said softly, "Rory's not here so I have to help her. She's too special to leave."
"I know you care deeply for Lorelai, I've always wondered why you to haven't gone out before…"
Luke chuckled a little, "Yer like that'll ever happen."
"I don't know you could be surprised by what happens, especially when she finds out what you have done for her." Emily said as she got off the seat, " I'm going to ring Rory and Ritchard, he is in New York for a golf tournament."
Luke watched her turn the corner with a confused look on his face, "What did she mean?" he asked himself.
~~ ~~ ~~
I know I'm dragging this out a lot but I'm still trying to come up with a reason for her little collapse, you know to do with the whole coffee thing, I kinda know how I wanna go about it I just don't have the medical terms to go with it. Any suggestions? Constructive criticism welcome!!! I WANNA ENCOURAGE MORE PPL TO RITE L/L FICS!! THERE AREN'T ENOUGH!!