Luke is that You?
"Now, I must inform you, than Mr. Danes may not be awake, and he is hooked up to machines which monitor his heart rate, and take his blood pressure every hour. He is also hooked up to oxygen, until he is awake and can breathe on his own." She explains to us. "You may go in now."
After nurse collins leaves, Rory says, "Ready?"
I shake my head, "No."
She waits a moment, "Ready?"
'Whoa, deja vu! Chilton flashbacks' I breathe deep, and say, "Yes." we're still standing in front of the door, when I turn to Rory and say, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"I think you should go in first." she says quickly. "I'll go wait for Grandpa."
"Honey, are you sure?" I ask.
"Yes, go see dad." she says nervously, then turns to walk away, but stops in mid step. She walks over to me, hugs me, and in a teary voice says, "I love you mom."
I return her hug and reply, "I love you too." she pulls away and disappears down the hall.
I turn back to the door, reach for the handle, then push it open. 'Oh, my god.' is my first reaction. The man I see before me is not Luke. Well, yes, essentially he is Luke, but, my god, he looks so helpless; and that's not Luke. He is hooked up to a bunch of beeping machines and has an oxygen tube in his nose to help him breathe. He looks like he is asleep, 'And he damn well better wake up!' I think. I walk over to the bed and I can see him more clearly. He has a bandage around his head, and you can tell he has a broken leg, because his left leg is higher than his right. I'm afraid to touch him, but I need to feel him. I pull a chair over to the right side of the bed-his right, not mine-and sit. Apprehensively, I reach for his hand, which is limp in mine.
"Luke, I know you can hear me. You listen to me. You are going to be ok. You're going to wake up, and recover from this. I need you, Rory needs you, William needs you. Damn it Luke, wake up! Don't you die on me! I won't let you! It took us eight years and a trillion cups of coffee to realize how we felt about eachother; four months to fall in love; four weeks of hell; seven months of engagement; and six and a half months of preperation for our son. We have so much more to experience. Luke. I love you, can you hear me? Please hear me." I begin to cry and lower my head to his hand and kiss it several times. All of a sudden, the grip of our hands tighten, I look up and say in a shaky, yet hopeful voice, "Luke?"
He turns his head and groggily says, "Lorelai? Where am I, what happened?"
I don't answer him, all I do is get on the side of the bed, and kiss him feriously. 'I don't ever want to stop, the last time I did, he left, and...' He pulls away and repeats his questions. I sigh, then reply (a/n: I rhymed!), "Hon, you were in an accident..." After I finish telling him how he ended up in his least favorite building in the world, I confess to him, "God, Luke, I was so scared. I thought that I'd lost you. I thought that I would have to-" raise our son alone, and I don't want to ever do that again.
He pulls me to him, as much as our son will allow and says, "Shh, shh, I'm fine. I'm right here." he kisses my head and stroaks my hair, "Lorelai, I could never leave you, Rory, or William." he pulls away enough to kiss me, then he asks, "Speaking of which, where is Rory?"
"She's uh-waiting for my dad. Do you want me to go get her?"
"She'll be here soon." he places his hand on my stomach and asks, "How's our boy doing?"
I place my hand on top of his, and answer, "He hasn't moved since you left this morning. I think he is worried about his daddy."
"Well son, daddy is just fine and-" his hand moves up, then down, "-and he knows the sound of my voice." He says amazed.
"Well, he should, I'm around you 24/7." 'And I wouldn't have it any other way.' There is a knock on the door, and Rory's head pokes in, "Hi hon, is Grandpa here yet?"
She walks in, ignoring my question, and sees that Luke is awake. "Dad!" she runs the rest of the way, then stops. "Um, will-will it hurt you if I give you a hug?"
Luke laughs at her innocence. "No. It'll make me get better." he smiles, "Come here."
She leans over the bed and hugs him, "Daddy, I was so scared." she says with tears in her eyes. "Oh, mom, uh, Grandpa is trying to drum information out of the poor nurses."
"Ok, I'll go take care of it." I walk out of the door, and sure enough, I hear my dad yelling:
"Listen to me, that is my son-in-law in there, and if something is wrong, I expect you to tell me what it is."
I hurry over and say, "Dad, please" I turn to Nurse Collins, "I'm sorry. Uh-Luke is awake now. Come on dad."
"Lorelai, is he alright?" dad asks concerned.
"Yeah dad, I think he will be." the baby moves, 'Dad hasn't felt him yet.' "Oh, dad, give me your hand." he does so, I then place it on my stomach where William kicked. He kicks again, "That was your grandson's way of saying 'hello grandpa.'"
"It's a boy?" he asks with a smile. I smile back and nod. "Well, congratulations Lorelai." he says, then embraces me in a hug.
I pull away and say (a/n: ha! i rhymed again, i should be a poet...ponders thought), "Thanks dad. This is his room." I open the door, dad follows. "Hi honey. Look who I found wondering the halls." I say, referring to my dad.
Luke turns away from Rory and looks in our direction. He says, "Hello Mr. Gilmore."
"Hello son, and call me Richard. How are you feeling?" dad asks.
"Fine, I guess. Better when I can go home."
"Won't we all." I say in a serious tone.
"I agree, dad. I want you home too. Today has been...well, its been hell." Rory says.
"Ha! You rhymed." Rory rolls her eyes at me. "Luke, do you want me to call Anna so she can bring April?"
"No, I don't want her to see me like this." he says, "But you can hand me the phone."
"Why hon?" I ask.
"So I can call Anna and tell her what happened." he says in a 'duh' tone.
"I all ready did. She said she'd tell April, and bring her if you wanted." I explain.
"No, I don't want April to see me like this, I've already said that." he says more firmly this time.
"I know. I was just telling you what Anna told me."
"I know, and I appriciate that, just no one in here under 20, please." he says.
"Well, I guess I should go, I mean, the baby isn't even born, so he is a negative six months and..."
"Lorelai, come here." he says.
I walk over to him, he grabs my hand, "Yes, you wanted me here." I say.
"Quit being a smart allick, you know what I meant." he tells me in a daddy tone.
"Yes, sir." I answer, with a smile, then lean down to kiss him.
Some one walks in, we all look to the door, it's Nurse Collins. "Excuse me, I just need to check up on Luke. As you were." she explains.
"Well, I guess I should be going. Everything seems under control. Lorelai, call me when he's ready to go home, and I will help you guys get him all set up at the house." my dad tells me.
"I will. Thank you for being here daddy, I really appreciate it." I tell him sincerely.
"You're welcome. Let me know what else your mother and I can do. Luke, you get better." dad says reaching for his hand.
Luke returns the gesture, "I will sir, see you soon."
"Bye Grandpa, thanks for getting here so quickly." Rory says as she hugs her grandfather.
Dad leaves the room, and the attention shifts to the nurse. "How is he, Nurse Collins?" I ask.
"He's doing much better than when he got here." she informs us.
'Well duh!' "Good, so, when can he go home?" I ask here eagerly.
"Yes, when can I go home?" Luke echoes.
"Not for a couple more days. We need to keep you over night, in case something should happen. I can bring you a tray of food, and some milk or juice if you'd like." she offers.
"Whoa, back to this 'in case something should happen' deal. What do you mean by that?" I ask, trying not to panic.
"In cases where the patient lost consciousness and had to undergo emergency surgery; we like to keep them here for a couple of days in case the patient goes into a coma, or has some blood clotting where it shouldn't be clotting." she explains. "But, for now, everything is looking normal. Mr. Danes, you are a very lucky man." she says then walks out.
'You have no idea how lucky I am. I have the woman of my dreams. Two daughters of my dreams, and soon a son, with whom I can't wait to spend everyday with. This life was almost taken away from me. I don't want that to happen again. I'm one lucky S.O.B. all over.' Luke thinks, looking to his eldest daughter, and his wife, the woman that is giving him a son, and has made him happier than any previous moment of his life, just by sitting on the chair holding his hand.
ok, there you go. thanks to all who reviewed, and those that yelled at me for what i did. But you guys wanted drama, so I created drama. i love luke, so i couldn't not bring him back. seriously, what is gilmore girls, show or fic, without luke?