Author's Note: Hi again! I know, I know, it's been forever since my last chapter of this story... but my Muse has left me... I thought up this chapter out of boredom in study hall and... BAM! My Muse is back... part-time, anyway. When I started this story I had a plan. Well, as you all may know, plans change. This story is coming to an end... not this chapter but soon. I'm taking it into a whole different direction than I originally planned, which some of you may be expecting and others not. You'll have to wait and see. I haven't read through this for mistakes so... if there are any, I'm sorry.

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Chapter 4: Advice to the Coma Induced

She was silent and still throughout the night and fidgety and teary eyed throughout the day. He observed this about her. She watered flowers that littered the floor of her mother's room in a trance, and he watched as she jumped at every sound of the monitor.

Then came his plan. He discussed this with Richard, who he had talked with a lot lately, resulting in the civil relationship they had. He would go to his classes if she went to hers, to take her mind off of all this. He knew she wouldn't be able to focus but it got her out of the hospital. He didn't tell anyone but he did go to his own classes. He was catching up and she was his inspiration.

He pulled her aside and looked her in the eye as he spoke. Asked her to do this, for him. He understood she didn't want to leave her mother's side but he told her there would always be someone there, watching her. Someone would be at her side every second of the time she was gone.

"I don't want her to feel like I abandoned her..." she whispered through the tears in her eyes as she looked over to Lorelai's limp, pale form. The rising and falling of her chest.

He pulled her close. This accident changed him. No matter how much he didn't want it to be true, it was. He wasn't the same person he was a year ago, he cared, and he showed his emotions more openly...

"Rory, she won't think that. She'd want this. She wouldn't want you to live here... and I'm sure she knows you've been by her side for the past month or so... You need to go to school, And, hey? Look at it this way, your closer to her there than you are at home."

He smiled at her and watched as she nodded. Just then he heard the familiar footsteps that showed up at that time everyday. Rory didn't seem to notice as she didn't pull away from the embrace, but Paris cleared her voiced and smiled at Rory as she slowly did pull away.

"Hey..." she said, walking over and giving the brunette a brief hug. "I got your homework... I'll sit it down inside, like always. If you need a break...' It was the same routine. She did this everyday. She'd bring Rory's work, let her copy the notes, help her with the work, and sit with Lorelai if they needed a break.

"Okay..." Rory said nodding, making it the first time she accepted Paris' offer to sit with her mother. Paris looked shocked at first but then looked to Jess who nodded, and she nodded.

"Paris, I'm... uh, thinking about coming back to school... so... just to let you know."

"That's great!" Paris exclaimed Paris, trying to remain herself but sound helping and understanding. Rory nodded and walked off, and Jess nodded to Paris before following.

Paris went and sat down by Lorelai, reaching over and took her hand. "You know..." she began in a whisper, "You were always more of a mother to me than my own. You let me stay over your house whenever I needed, and you... helped a lot. I don't know how, but you did. They need you. I saw them with you and I've seen them without you and let me tell you it isn't pretty. I know you can hear me, I've done research, they say a large amount of people can when coma induced... so just, think about what I said."

She nodded and let go of her hand, and reached for the nearest textbook.

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She watched her chest rise and fall of her chest. He closed his eyes and listened to her breaths, slow, and shallow.

He had closed the diner early, so he could watch after her while Jess and Rory went home to shower and rest. He trusted them not to do anything... not right now anyway.

She looked so... fragile. The Lorelai he knew and loved was gone. She wasn't there and he couldn't find her. Sure, she looked like that Lorelai but the spirit wasn't there, the liveliness wasn't there. He'd give anything for her to sit up and mock him, call him Lukey, beg for coffee, anything.

So he sat beside her and took her hand, rubbing it with his fingers, willing himself not to cry. Luke didn't cry, it wasn't in him, but here he was, on the verge of tears.

He sighed and looked up at her face, in which moonlight was falling down, making her hair a golden sort of color, not the dark brown it was in day light.

"Lorelai... I don't even know what to say to you. The doctor told us to talk to you, say anything, that you'd hear us, but it seems kind of pointless talking to someone unconscious, doesn't it? I don't expect you to answer that, but it would be nice if you did. We need you, Lorelai. I need you. Rory needs you, Sookie needs you, you parents need you, hell, and even Jess needs you. You pushed me to help him the best I could and... I did. But we cant live without you. That town was as boring as hell until you arrived. I was tempted to leave with Rachel until I saw you. I never told anybody that. I fell in love with you the first time I stared into your blue eyes. Remember the horoscope? Still got it. I just... thought I'd let you know how much you're needed, and not just needed, wanted too. So... come back, Lorelai."

He took a deep breath and slowly leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

I swear to you, God. If you bring her back, I'll do anything for you. Anything, and... I'll tell her how I feel...

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It was early morning. Rory was on her way to school, Luke was at the diner, and Jess was there. Teachers-In-Service Day. He was at the hospital staring down at the face of the woman who had hated him for the longest time. To the day of the accident still did. And a part of him never really liked her, but he admired her. Admired her spirit and how well she raised Rory alone. But now? He couldn't dislike her. She looked... like an angel, pale, sort of glowing.

He sat down next to her bed and sighed, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

"That town loves and respects you. You're like... their hero, their go-to person with anything. I seriously don't know you that well, but I am sorry for how I acted..." she spoke every word slowly, thinking about it before he spoke. "You have... a whole town full of people praying for you, you need to know that..."

He sighed and got up and walked over to the door, but turned around as he saw something. She was moving. Her eyes were still closed, but her arms and legs... were moving.

TBC...