It has been two hours since Lorelai was brought out of surgery, but Luke and Rory weren't allowed to see her yet. However, they needed to see for themselves that she was ok, but it was hospital policy that she be in a room to have visitors.
"Mr. Danes?" Rachel asks.
Luke looks up, but he can't stand because Rory has fallen asleep with her head on his leg. "How is she? Can I see her now?" He asks anxiously.
"She's been set up in room 204. You and your daughter can go see her now. Just remember that she may not look like herself." Rachel warns.
"Okay, thank you." She smiles and nods the walks back to the nurses' station. Luke looks at the sleeping twenty-one year old. He nudges her awake.
"Five more minutes dad," she lets slip, not realizing it.
Not correcting her, Luke says, "Rory, you have to get up."
She opens her eyes, remembering where she is, and then sits up. "Luke, what's going on? Is mom ok?"
"Yeah, she's fine. We can see her now. Come on," he stands and offers her his hand, she takes it.
The walk down the hallway seems endless. The smells alone are enough to kill someone. When they get to Lorelai's room, both are thinking, that if they go in there, then everything would be real, and not some horrible dream. They both take a deep breath and Luke opens the door.
There she is, laying-in an uncomfortable hospital bed-helpless. She has a breathing tube in her mouth, an IV in her hand which is dripping medicine, and she is hooked up to a heart monitor, her head is bandaged, and there is a cuff on her arm which takes her blood pressure every hour, just as Rachel said.
Rory is the first to move. She walks over to her mother and best friend, strokes her hair and kisses her cheek. Then she says, "Mommy, you have to wake up. I may be twenty-one, but I still need you," she pauses as tears fall down her face and her voice breaks. "Please wake up mama, please," she begs the immobile body that is Lorelai Danes.
Luke walks up to Rory and she turns to hug him. She cries into his chest. "Shhh, it'll be ok. You're mom is a fighter, she'll pull through."
"I know. Um, Luke, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria, do you want anything?" she asks, pulling away from the safe arms of her step-father.
"Orange juice," is all he says. She nods and walks out of the room. Once he hears the door close, he pulls a chair up to the side of the bed. He takes his wife's hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it. "Lorelai?" her heart rate goes up a bit, she know who just said her name, he then says, "I know you can hear me. You need to wake up; you need to brighten the room with your smile. Lorelai, I need you, Rory needs you, and our unborn child needs you. Please wake up."
His cheeks get damp and he tries to wipe the stray tears from his face, but when he does, more flood over his eyes.
yes, i know, very short chapters, but they're better than nothing, right? thats what I thought. now, be kind and press that little purple button and review!
