Title: Life As I Know It
Chapter Four: Consequences
Disclaimer: Standard. I own not the Gilmore Girls.
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Lorelai sat on the edge of a bed in the hospital's emergency room. She swung her legs, feeling like a little girl again. The doctor had just come in and put a cast on her wrist; she had fractured it. She also had a fractured rib. Lorelai figured she got off well compared to what Christopher must have wrong with him. She imagined him coming to school tomorrow with his leather jacket draped over the back of his wheelchair that he had to ride in because of the broken arms and legs. Lorelai laughed silently at the thought, but her smile froze on her face as she saw who came into the room.
"Mom."
"Lorelai, are you alright? The doctor said you had a fracture. I hope he was an actual doctor. Did you know some people go around impersonating doctors? I think we should call for a second opinion, and if they won't let us, we'll call Joseph on them."
"Cissy's dad?"
"Yes. Anyway, how are you?"
"I'm fine, Mom. I fractured my wrist, though," Lorelai held up her cast, "and I have a fractured rib, too."
"Oh, you poor thing!"
"Don't worry, I'm okay. Especially compared to what Chris is going through."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Chris was driving. Didn't he get hurt?"
"No, not really. He's got a cut on his chest that'll need stitches, and a few scrapes, but that's about it."
"Damn, that sucks!"
"Lorelai!" Emily sounded shocked. "That is a completely inappropiate attitude for this kind of thing."
"Well, it just doesn't seem fair that he was the one who was driving and who got me into this situation, and I'm the one who's gonna have a cast for six weeks!"
"Yes, I know. It's not fair."
"I hate him." Lorelai muttered angrily.
"Well, I'm sorry for that. Now you need to lay down and get some rest." Emily hovered over Lorelai like a mother hen, rubbing her hair and murmuring how it was going to be okay until the painkillers caught up with Lorelai and she conked out.
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Lorelai woke up in her own bed hours later. She was wearing her pajamas and the sheets were pulled up to her chin. Someone was stroking her hair. Lorelai tried to raise her left arm to swat the hand away but couldn't lift it up because it was too heavy. She remembered the crash and the cast and groaned. Then she lifted her right arm and hit the hand away from her head. There was an extremely loud "OW!" but no more hair-stroking. Lorelai smiled and turned over to face the hair-stroker. Chris gazed back at her and smiled when he saw her eyes. She scowled back.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I felt sorry for what I did."
"You should. It was all your fault."
"I know."
Lorelai's ice-cold facade was melting under Christopher's warm gaze. A thought struck her. "How's the car?"
"Totaled. Gone. Vamut. It's crushed beyond recognigtion."
"Really?"
"No. But Dad said I don't get it back, and he sold it."
"Already?"
"Well, yeah. It's a brand-new Porsche, only been driven once."
"But it was in a crash."
"So it's a fixer-upper. Whoever got it just got a brand-new Porsche for four thou plus new parts. That's still maybe ten thou less than they would have paid."
"Okay." Lorelai was satisfied. She laid back down and watched Christopher's chest rise and fall as he breathed in and out. In. Out. Rise. Fall. In. Out. Christopher was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned. The collar slipped and Lorelai saw his cut. She sat up and looked at it more closely. She looked up at Chris with tears in her eyes. They shared a look and then a kiss.
Chapter Four: Consequences
Disclaimer: Standard. I own not the Gilmore Girls.
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Lorelai sat on the edge of a bed in the hospital's emergency room. She swung her legs, feeling like a little girl again. The doctor had just come in and put a cast on her wrist; she had fractured it. She also had a fractured rib. Lorelai figured she got off well compared to what Christopher must have wrong with him. She imagined him coming to school tomorrow with his leather jacket draped over the back of his wheelchair that he had to ride in because of the broken arms and legs. Lorelai laughed silently at the thought, but her smile froze on her face as she saw who came into the room.
"Mom."
"Lorelai, are you alright? The doctor said you had a fracture. I hope he was an actual doctor. Did you know some people go around impersonating doctors? I think we should call for a second opinion, and if they won't let us, we'll call Joseph on them."
"Cissy's dad?"
"Yes. Anyway, how are you?"
"I'm fine, Mom. I fractured my wrist, though," Lorelai held up her cast, "and I have a fractured rib, too."
"Oh, you poor thing!"
"Don't worry, I'm okay. Especially compared to what Chris is going through."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Chris was driving. Didn't he get hurt?"
"No, not really. He's got a cut on his chest that'll need stitches, and a few scrapes, but that's about it."
"Damn, that sucks!"
"Lorelai!" Emily sounded shocked. "That is a completely inappropiate attitude for this kind of thing."
"Well, it just doesn't seem fair that he was the one who was driving and who got me into this situation, and I'm the one who's gonna have a cast for six weeks!"
"Yes, I know. It's not fair."
"I hate him." Lorelai muttered angrily.
"Well, I'm sorry for that. Now you need to lay down and get some rest." Emily hovered over Lorelai like a mother hen, rubbing her hair and murmuring how it was going to be okay until the painkillers caught up with Lorelai and she conked out.
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Lorelai woke up in her own bed hours later. She was wearing her pajamas and the sheets were pulled up to her chin. Someone was stroking her hair. Lorelai tried to raise her left arm to swat the hand away but couldn't lift it up because it was too heavy. She remembered the crash and the cast and groaned. Then she lifted her right arm and hit the hand away from her head. There was an extremely loud "OW!" but no more hair-stroking. Lorelai smiled and turned over to face the hair-stroker. Chris gazed back at her and smiled when he saw her eyes. She scowled back.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I felt sorry for what I did."
"You should. It was all your fault."
"I know."
Lorelai's ice-cold facade was melting under Christopher's warm gaze. A thought struck her. "How's the car?"
"Totaled. Gone. Vamut. It's crushed beyond recognigtion."
"Really?"
"No. But Dad said I don't get it back, and he sold it."
"Already?"
"Well, yeah. It's a brand-new Porsche, only been driven once."
"But it was in a crash."
"So it's a fixer-upper. Whoever got it just got a brand-new Porsche for four thou plus new parts. That's still maybe ten thou less than they would have paid."
"Okay." Lorelai was satisfied. She laid back down and watched Christopher's chest rise and fall as he breathed in and out. In. Out. Rise. Fall. In. Out. Christopher was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned. The collar slipped and Lorelai saw his cut. She sat up and looked at it more closely. She looked up at Chris with tears in her eyes. They shared a look and then a kiss.