"Are you sure about this, Richard?" Sabrina asked.

"I'm sure, Sabrina. Lorelai needs to see her mother."

Lorelai came out from behind Sabrina and took her father's hand. "It'll be okay sweetheart." Richard assured. "I'll be right there with you."

Richard led the girl back into the hallway. They turned several corners before finally reaching the dark room that Emily was in. Lorelai's heart started to race and she felt sick to her stomach. She peaked her head through the door. Then allowed the rest of her body to enter. Emily was laying there completely still. A breathing machine was over her mouth and Lorelai could here it pumping up and down. The only other audible sound was the beeping of the life support. The room ranked of sickness. It was a smell unlike anything Lorelai had ever inhaled.

"She looks old." Lorelai concluded as she took a closer look at her mother. This seemed very odd to Lorelai considering Emily was only 32. Never had she appeared so sickly looking.

Emily's lips were shut tightly, and she had some type of brown substance leaking from the corners of her mouth. There was a small cloth placed above her head.

"What is that?" Lorelai asked, as she pointed to the cloth.

"A prayer cloth." Richard replied.

"Does it work?"

"The pastor said it has before." Richard's heart was aching.

Lorelai didn't find this answer suitable. She was becoming very aggravated with the situation and didn't want to see her mother like this any longer. "May I leave now?" Lorelai asked as she turned her back to her dying mother.

Richard quickly wiped at his eyes that were about to spill with tears. "Of course." He replied as he guided his daughter out of the room.

Lorelai walked outside into the bright hallway.

"She's not even crying." One of the nurses whispered.

"She probably doesn't understand." Another nurse replied.

" She has to. She looks around 11 or 12 years old."

Richard cast the nurses an evil glance and they quickly returned to their duties. As Richard and Lorelai reached the end of the hall way. Richard came face to face with his daughter.

"Go home with your aunt Sabrina." Richard replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Is she going to be okay?" Lorelai asked hopefully.

"We're not sure yet." Richard replied sorrowfully. "It's in God's hands."

"I'll buy her something from the gift shop." Lorelai replied optimistically. "Do you think she would like a balloon?"

"Sweetheart, perhaps you should wait to see if she wakes up before you decide to buy her anything. Even if she does wake up, she may not be the same. She may not even remember us."

"That's okay…" Lorelai answered brightly. "We can fix everything."

"Lorelai…"

"We can show her pictures and videos and tell her stories…"

Richard bowed his head. "Go on home, dear."

Sabrina walked over beside the two and took Lorelai by the hand. "Come along, child." Sabrina replied. She signaled goodbye to Richard and lead her niece out of the doorway.

"You believe she's going to be okay, don't you aunt Sabrina?" Lorelai looked up with eyes filled with hope.

"Please, stop asking questions, Lorelai." Sabrina scolded as she pushed the elevator button.

Lorelai stayed silent the rest of the way home. Once back the Gilmore house, Sabrina retired to the guest bedroom, leaving a frightened and upset Lorelai sitting alone in her bedroom.

(The hospital)

"Mr. Gilmore, I am very truly sorry." The doctor said regretfully.

"There's no chance she'll ever come out of the coma?" Richard asked.

"I'm afraid not. She's gone completely brain dead."

"How could she have been so sick?" Richard asked. "And I never knew?"

"Emily was a strong woman, Mr. Gilmore. To last as long as she has without medication or treatment is a miracle in itself." The doctor cleared his throat. "Once we remove her from life support, she'll pass away within three to five minutes. Usually, that's when people say all of their good byes."

Richard nodded, to signal that he understood.

"I'll have the nurse bring out the papers."

A few moments later, Richard's tear drops had stained the life support papers. Signing his name was like signing away Emily's life. He couldn't help but feel guilty, as if he were giving up on her. After the papers were completed. Richard took his place beside his wife's bed.

"For better or worse, for sickness and in health…" Richard whispered. "I just never thought the worse and sickness would happen so soon."

He took hold of Emily's cold hand. "Emily…" He sobbed. "How am I ever going to make it without you?"