Luke searched restlessly for room 106. It was like trying to find a needle
in a haystack, the more you looked, the harder it seemed to find. He was
kind of angry by the fact that even though this was a hospital, where the
distressed went in endless search for dying relatives it took him about
half an hour just to find one room. But even that wouldn't spoil the mood.
Luke was all together content.
He had spent the prior night contemplating how Lorelai could be such a jealous, incompetent bitch and intentionally hurt Nicole, his sort of girlfriend, but not really. Turned out, as discussed through a heart- warming cup of tea, that it had been a complete accident. That was of course after the tension had died down, when officer Spears had informed them that the real cause of Nicole's accident was a drunken teenager driving a Vortman cookies truck. Nicole had passed out when the truck had hit her car, and banged her head on the dashboard. The force of the collision had knocked her car into an overcrowded forest, and apparently the damage at the side of the vehicle had been previously mistaken for a tree's whiplash mark.
106.
There it was.
The door leading to his destiny.
"Hi," Nicole smiled uneasily as Luke entered the room. Her skin was flushed, and her hair was a mess of golden memories.
"Hey,"
"Just had my sponge bath,"
Luke chuckled, "That bash on the head musta done a lot for ya,"
"Luke," she glared at him, obviously not ready to consider it a joke.
"Sorry,' he muttered softly.
"Talked to Lorelai yet?' Nicole wondered, as she ran a shaky hand through her messy blonde hair
"Yep,"
"How is she?"
Luke glanced at Nicole, their eyes meeting in an uncomfortable gaze. "I dunno, she feels guilty, but she's fine, coffee obcessive as always, doesn't know when to stop talking,"
Nicole smiled, a twinkle in her eye, "Somewhat like you,"
There was something about the way she said it that made Luke realize she had figured him out. Nicole was always nagging at him for having Lorelai on his must talk about list, but she had never, ever seemed to fully understand the trigger of his ramblings.
"Is there something your not telling me Luke?'
"No,"
"Something about Lorelai?" she asked him in a convinced tone, as if she already knew about his concealed feelings.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"You like her, don't you?"
"No," How many times did he have to tell her.
"Luke," he hated how she always said his name, when she was annoyed, like he was her kid or something.
"You'd think that since we're going out, you wouldn't assume I had feelings for other women, but that's clearly not the case," he sounded aggravated.
" We are hardly "going out" if we were going out you'd be by this bedside 99% of the time that I was lying in it, and you'd be worried, genuinely worried, and you would not ramble carelessly about another who could have killed me, but you are obviously crazy about,"
"She didn't mean to," Luke mumbled, finding a new interest in staring at his shoes.
"I know that she didn't! I'm a lawyer for Christ's sake, my point is, that you HAVE seemed more worried about her then me these past few days, and you'd think that you would be MORE concerned about my health then her mental state, but you are not. So clearly you like her,"
He hated to hear her talk like she meant nothing to him, but Luke often felt like he didn't know Nicole. Not as well as Lorelai. He could never predict how she'd take the things that stumbled out of his mouth, he didn't even know the way she liked her coffee. On the subject of his "girlfriend" it was sad to say but Luke was practically a fish out of water.
"You know what, you're right, okay, you are right!" he snapped. He loathed it when people were accurate on the subject of his love life.
"I'm right," Nicole cleared her throat, her voice had become choked. "Well then, maybe we should just end this thing then, if your heart's not in it,' she whispered.
Luke placed his hand over Nicole's clammy fingers. "Yah, " Nicole appeared poignant, so Luke continued "But you're gonna make some rich man a great wife some day," he said.
"Yah," Nicole faltered. "Some rich man,"
"I'm sorry," Luke admitted.
"You know what? Me too."
He had spent the prior night contemplating how Lorelai could be such a jealous, incompetent bitch and intentionally hurt Nicole, his sort of girlfriend, but not really. Turned out, as discussed through a heart- warming cup of tea, that it had been a complete accident. That was of course after the tension had died down, when officer Spears had informed them that the real cause of Nicole's accident was a drunken teenager driving a Vortman cookies truck. Nicole had passed out when the truck had hit her car, and banged her head on the dashboard. The force of the collision had knocked her car into an overcrowded forest, and apparently the damage at the side of the vehicle had been previously mistaken for a tree's whiplash mark.
106.
There it was.
The door leading to his destiny.
"Hi," Nicole smiled uneasily as Luke entered the room. Her skin was flushed, and her hair was a mess of golden memories.
"Hey,"
"Just had my sponge bath,"
Luke chuckled, "That bash on the head musta done a lot for ya,"
"Luke," she glared at him, obviously not ready to consider it a joke.
"Sorry,' he muttered softly.
"Talked to Lorelai yet?' Nicole wondered, as she ran a shaky hand through her messy blonde hair
"Yep,"
"How is she?"
Luke glanced at Nicole, their eyes meeting in an uncomfortable gaze. "I dunno, she feels guilty, but she's fine, coffee obcessive as always, doesn't know when to stop talking,"
Nicole smiled, a twinkle in her eye, "Somewhat like you,"
There was something about the way she said it that made Luke realize she had figured him out. Nicole was always nagging at him for having Lorelai on his must talk about list, but she had never, ever seemed to fully understand the trigger of his ramblings.
"Is there something your not telling me Luke?'
"No,"
"Something about Lorelai?" she asked him in a convinced tone, as if she already knew about his concealed feelings.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"You like her, don't you?"
"No," How many times did he have to tell her.
"Luke," he hated how she always said his name, when she was annoyed, like he was her kid or something.
"You'd think that since we're going out, you wouldn't assume I had feelings for other women, but that's clearly not the case," he sounded aggravated.
" We are hardly "going out" if we were going out you'd be by this bedside 99% of the time that I was lying in it, and you'd be worried, genuinely worried, and you would not ramble carelessly about another who could have killed me, but you are obviously crazy about,"
"She didn't mean to," Luke mumbled, finding a new interest in staring at his shoes.
"I know that she didn't! I'm a lawyer for Christ's sake, my point is, that you HAVE seemed more worried about her then me these past few days, and you'd think that you would be MORE concerned about my health then her mental state, but you are not. So clearly you like her,"
He hated to hear her talk like she meant nothing to him, but Luke often felt like he didn't know Nicole. Not as well as Lorelai. He could never predict how she'd take the things that stumbled out of his mouth, he didn't even know the way she liked her coffee. On the subject of his "girlfriend" it was sad to say but Luke was practically a fish out of water.
"You know what, you're right, okay, you are right!" he snapped. He loathed it when people were accurate on the subject of his love life.
"I'm right," Nicole cleared her throat, her voice had become choked. "Well then, maybe we should just end this thing then, if your heart's not in it,' she whispered.
Luke placed his hand over Nicole's clammy fingers. "Yah, " Nicole appeared poignant, so Luke continued "But you're gonna make some rich man a great wife some day," he said.
"Yah," Nicole faltered. "Some rich man,"
"I'm sorry," Luke admitted.
"You know what? Me too."