Okay, because I just want this story to finally be over (it's really sad, I know!), because I finished the writing I think a week ago, maybe more, I give you the next chapter. I would give you more, but the problem is that you only review for the last posted chapter and cause I love the reviews and it's depressing when I look into the stats and see "O reviews" for a chapter, I don't. Your own fault (grin).

Chapter 10

Bid my blood to run before I come undone

He had been so proud that afternoon when she had eaten what he had cooked. But his luck hadn´t lasted long, because halfway through the meal she had grabbed his hand and he had carried her into the bathroom. She had thrown up everything while he had held her.

They had both been depressed. She had been embarrassed. He had been panicked. How could he make her eat if that was going to happen every time?

The next day it had been the same. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Whenever he could make her eat he did, but she was never able to keep it down.

On the third day, when he was so desperate, he nearly broke down on the floor while she slept, the doctor encouraged him.

He reassured Luke that it would take some time until her stomach would get used to real food again.

And that it wouldn´t stop until she subconsciously was willing to live again. Her dispiritedness had to be gone.

Luke took a walk through the area around the hospital. He was out of ideas on how to encourage her. He spent all day and all night by her side. He dressed her, showered her, held her and carried her around. He practiced walking with her when he could convince her to and laid by her side when he couldn´t.

He cooked for her every day, but despite what the doctor had said there was no progress. And it had been three weeks. They had needed to give her new IVs, because of the vomiting, and he hadn´t been able to keep his promise. Three weeks and he was nearly giving up. The thought of her dying was what kept him going.

A week ago they had told him that he wouldn´t be allowed to live in the hospital anymore. So he had rented an apartment.

It was beautiful and directly on the beach. Completely furnished, with a homey living-room, a big veranda, a nice bedroom with windows to the beach, a kitchen and a huge tub in the bathroom. She would have loved it. That´s when he got the idea.

"But you are not able to help her and I am not able to help her here. I mean her depression should stop, but I am getting depressed by just coming here every day. It´s a hospital. All she sees is her room and the view out of the windows. She freaks out when the door opens because she knows that there will be another injection of some crap you give her and that hurts her. Nearly all the wounds are infected, you can´t find veins anymore and have to prick her five or six times until you are successful. You told me that physically she is okay. You said the problem is only psychological. She trusts me and I think at the moment I am her only possibility."

"But that´s not reasonable. When something happens we are able to care for her and react immediately here. You can´t do that."

"What could happen? She throws up? She does it every day! That she is unconscious? The last two times I called the nurses so often that she was awake again when they arrived."

"If you take her out of here, you are responsible for her. I won´t take that on myself!" the doctor said.

"I am responsible for her no matter what. And I will take her home today."

"Wait at least a few more days, Mr. Danes."

"Today! If she gets worse I will bring her back, but this might be her last chance."

"Okay, I will get the papers ready and then she has to sign them, because you are not married. Bye Mr. Danes."

"Bye."

When he entered her room she was still asleep. In general he was relieved when she was able to sleep, but this time he nudged her awake.

"Lorelai, baby! Lorelai! You have to wake up!" he said and stroked her cheek.

"Mmmh... Luke?" she mumbled still half asleep after some minutes.

"Come on, wake up! We´re getting out of here!" he smiled.

"What?" she asked and there was more shock in her expression than happiness.

"I talked to the doctor and after some discussions and after you sign some papers we will be able to go home."

"No! I can´t go home! They can´t see me like this! Rory will panic and my parents... and Sookie... Taylor... and... and Patty..." she said, her voice raspy.

"Hey, calm down! We won´t go to Stars Hollow! At least not yet. I told you about the apartment at the beach which I rented. I thought you might like it better than here," he told her and stroked her hand, knowing that it calmed her. She was silent for some time, concentrating only on his touch.

"Okay," she said and he smiled.

"Good! Then get up and we´ll dress you. The sooner we get out of here the better!" he squeezed her hand and stood up.

She sat up in bed while he threw all her stuff in the bag. He took the only pair of jeans and the only normal shirt he could find and helped her change.

This time they had to use the wheelchair because he had to carry the bag. They signed the papers and before she really understood what had happened she sat in his rented car and they drove to the apartment.

It was out of the city and like he had told her, directly on the beach.

He took the bag and carried it in, then came back and picked her up. He was happy that she was out of the hospital and he could only hope that he wouldn´t regret his decision later. If something happened to her now, it would be his fault. His alone. She was his responsibility, his alone.

"Ready?" he asked, before he opened the door. She nodded.

He carried her into every room to show her the house and then was back in the living-room, not really sure where he should put her.

"Is the couch okay?" he asked her. She nodded.

"You know I think that´s the best place. I can see you while I´m cleaning up here a bit and I still need to bring in the bag from the pharmacy and fill out the papers for your insurance. I need to cook something and..."

"Luke," she interrupted him. He stopped mid-sentence.

"Thank you!" she smiled.

TBC