Luke walked into the hospital in search of Lorelai or Sookie. When he found neither of them, he decided that they must be in Rory's room. Luke walked up to the desk and asked the nurse what room Rory was in. As he walked down the hall he took a deep breath and prepared himself for whatever lay on the other side of that door. He opened the door and walked in. No Lorelai. No Sookie. Just Rory reading through a magazine.
"Hi." Luke finally said after a couple of seconds of staring. "Um, I know you don't remember me..."
"It's okay." Rory intejected. "My mom told me about you."
"Oh, she did?" Luke replied. "Good things I hope." he added.
Rory shrugged her shoulders.
"So, how have you been?" Luke asked, moving over to a nearby chair and sitting.
"Okay, I guess."
"Good... Good... Where's your mom?" Luke cleared his throat.
"She went to see if the doctor will allow me to go home today." Rory replied.
"Oh. Well I hope you do." Luke added.
" If they let me go home today, are you coming with us?" Rory asked.
A bit of an odd question, but Luke answered it anyway. "Well, I didn't plan on it. I guess I could if you wanted me to. I can't stay long though, I ... "
"I know. You have a business to run." Rory smiled.
Luke laughed a little. "Yeah." he tapped his foot. "So... Uh, I'm sorry for not coming and seeing you last night." Luke began. "I figured you would have all kinds of company and wouldn't feel like seeing any more."
"Yeah, there was a lot here last night. They all acted like they knew me so well, and I had no idea who they were. It makes me feel bad, you know? "
Luke became less tense. "Don't feel bad, Rory. We all understand what you've been through, what you've gone through, what you have left to go through, we're all just happy you're here. You hang in there, you'll come out on top." he smiled.
Rory grinned. She liked her father. He seemed very nice and he had the same sincereness about him as Lorelai. She could definitely picture him and her mother together. Maybe she could convince them to get married. Suddenly, the door swung up and Lorelai came dashing in.
"You're going home, kid!" She declared with excitement. Then she noticed Luke sitting by Rory's bed. "Hey." she replied happily.
"Hey." He stood up from his chair. "I looked around for you or Sookie, and I asked the nurse, she said I could ... "
Lorelai stopped Luke's rambling. "It's okay." she said going over and giving him a hug. "I'm glad you came. We can use all the help we can get to move Rory out today."
"Great." Luke replied. "I have my truck parked outside so, we can load it up."
"Great." Lorelai turned her attention to Rory. "After nearly three months, you're going home sweetie. And just in time for Christmas." Lorelai gave Rory a kiss on the cheek. "Let's get you ready." Lorelai stepped over to the closet and pulled out a pair of pants and shirt. "Finally, you can take off that ugly hospital robe." Lorelai teased.
Rory laughed. "It's actually very comfortable."
"Aw, well, I'll buy you another one." Lorelai replied sweetly.
Rory walked into the bathroom to change clothes.
"I'll go ahead and take this box of stuff down." Luke offered as he picked up the box of gifts Emily had brought Rory.
"Alright. Thanks, Luke." Lorelai replied.
Rory walked out of the bathroom dressed as her old self. It was such a sight to see her walking around in her old clothes again. Lorelai felt as if her daughter had came back from the dead.
"You look great." Lorelai complimented.
Rory looked down at her clothes. "Really? I don't like them very much." she replied.
Lorelai turned her head a bit to the side. "That's your favorite shirt." She said sure of herself. "I bought it for you for your 15th birthday. And those jeans, wow, those are like 3 years old. I've patched them like four times."
Rory gazed down once more at her clothing. To her they were just a shirt and jeans, and in her opinion not very fashionable ones. Not wanting to disappoint her mother she faked a huge smile. "Yeah, now that I look at them again, I like them. They're really comfortable."
Lorelai decided not to continue on with the clothing conversation. "Alright, well, let's get the rest of your stuff packed."
