"Lore, there's just no reason for me to stay." Chris replied. Lorelai turned her back to Christopher and stared out the window. "I can't do anything for her." He continued on. "If I could, sweetheart, you know I would. I've been here for three weeks now. I have to get back to my job, my life." He paused and took in a deep breath. "The second she wakes up, call me, and I'll be right back here. I promise." He stood there waiting for Lorelai's reply, and wishing for her approval.

Lorelai turned around but focused on the floor tile beneath her, "Just, go." She replied.

"Lore…"

"Don't." She interrupted. "I don't want to hear anymore excuses. Just, go."

Christopher sighed and grabbed his bag. "I'll call you when I'm back in California." He slowly turned and walked out of the hospital room.

Lorelai pulled herself back together and focused on Rory, who was still laying lifeless in the hospital bed. "Don't worry, babe. I'll never give up." She leaned down and kissed Rory gently on the forehead.

(Waiting Room)

"He just left?" Sookie asked in amazement. Lorelai shook her head, yes. "I can't believe he just left."

"I can." Lorelai huffed. "He's always been good at just leaving."

Sookie rubbed Lorelai's back wit her hand "Well, hey, don't let it get you down. You know Jackson and I are always going to be here." She paused. "And Luke… and the whole town… you're not alone."

"I know." Lorelai smiled. "Thank you so much Sookie, for everything."

"You're welcome."

More weeks passed, Thanksgiving had already passed and Christmas was well on its way. Lorelai had formed a routine of working during the early mornings at the inn, and staying with Rory through out the afternoons and evenings. The doctors and nurses had became so familiar with Lorelai that they would check in every day and see how things were going, and if Lorelai needed anything they would gladly get it for her. Lorelai had not once given up hope of her daughter awaking from the coma. Rory was there, she knew it, all she had to do was wake up. One evening, in mid December, Lorelai prayed the hardest she ever had.

"Come on, sweetie. Wake up." Lorelai pleaded. "Show me those beautiful blue eyes." Lorelai put together her two hands. "Lord, I know I haven't always been one of your followers. In fact until Rory was in the accident I never even let you enter my mind. Now, I pray to you daily and hope that you'll spare my daughter. I can't go on without her, you know that. She's been in a coma for over two months. Your son was born on Christmas, so you know what it's like to have a child open its eyes and live. You know the joy it brings to see them happy and healthy. I know that you also watched your child die. I beg of you, don't make me watch my child die. I am not that strong."

Lorelai rested back in her chair as a calm peace flowed through her. Within a few minutes she had fallen into a deep relaxing sleep.

(The next morning)

Lorelai's eyes opened slowly and she focused on where she was and what had happened the night before. Immediately she looked over at Rory half expecting her to be awake and conscience. Lorelai's heart sank as she saw the same limp body that she had seen every day for past two months. Lorelai groaned a little and stood up from the chair. After a couple of minutes she decided a cup of coffee was in order, so she headed down to the cafeteria.

"Hey, Lorelai." Mary greeted from behind the snack bar.

"Hey, Mary." Returned Lorelai. "How are you this morning?"

"Same as every morning." Mary replied, "And you?"

"Oh, the same." Lorelai repeated. "Just came down to get the usual coffee."

"I'm surprised you haven't turned into one big coffee cup." Mary teased. "It's a miracle you get any sleep at all with all that caffeine."

"It's not the coffee that keeps me awake every night." Lorelai replied.

"Your daughter still isn't showing any sign of improvement?"

"Not yet…" Lorelai answered.

After paying for her coffee, Lorelai depressingly walked out of the cafeteria.

"When is that girl going to give up?" Mary asked herself.

Lorelai trudged back up to Rory's room. The emptiness she had felt over the last several weeks was only growing. She missed having a normal life, but she missed her daughter even more. She missed the bad movies they rented, the massive amounts of junk food they ate, the witty and yet senseless jokes they shared from day to day, she even missed going to the Friday night diners. Richard and Emily were true companions at first, sticking by Lorelai's side throughout every day as Rory lay there helpless. Slowly, by and by, their time by her side lessened. Their daily visits morphed into weekly, and their weekly visits transpired into a phone call here and there. It was as if they had learned to go on without Rory in their lives. Lorelai couldn't even imagine life without Rory, and having hope that one day Rory would wake up, was much more than letting Rory die and admitting she was gone.

Lorelai entered the room, and her eyes fell upon Rory's doctor.

"Hi, Lorelai." Doctor Smith greeted.

"Hi." Repeated Lorelai.

"I was just checking Rory's vitals."

"Like every morning and evening." Lorelai added.

Doctor Smith sighed. "Yes." He paused. "She's not showing any sing of improvement.. Perhaps it's time for you to consider other options."

"Other options?" Lorelai asked offensively.

"Lorelai, I love to see dedication in my patients and in their families, but…"

"If taking my daughter off life support is your idea of other options, then you can forget that idea right now. It's not happening." Snapped Lorelai.

Doctor Smith stood still for a moment, and then grabbed Rory's chart from her bed. He marked down the same numbers as he did every day, and then placed the chart back on the bed. "I'll see you this evening." He replied as he walked out of the room.