I know it took me a very long time to update this but it's finally done. I have ch7 as well so if I get enough reviews you might be lucky enough to have two updates in one day lol.
It's not totally my fault it took ages to update! I just moved back to uni and haven't had the net for a very long time…a week!
Review as always please
Oh and my beta has just started Uni as well (at the same Uni as me…im finding it really strange) so I haven't had a chance to send it to him so if there mistakes I apologies.
"Lorelai please wake up…please…" Emily had tears running down her cheeks and it was physically hurting her to see her daughter almost convulsing in fear on the bed. With out warning Lorelai shot up, her eyes were wide and her breathing only came in short sharp gasps. She could feel water on her forehead and she couldn't remember where she was for a brief moment and she lay frozen on the bed in sheer horror. Her attention was turned to the soft grip on her hand and she soon realized she wasn't alone in the room. Her mother had wet streaks running over her perfect make up smudging it into her pale face.
She soon noticed that the moisture on her forehead was sweat and she was almost glad she couldn't remember her dream for fear that it would upset her even more. She gradually closed her eyes and tried to calm her still racing heart. It took a few moments until she thought that she could string a coherent thought together and she looked back towards her mother.
"Mom?" She tried to push her fears to the back of her mind and concentrate on her mothers well being, something that didn't happen often. To say she felt guilty for telling Rory about who did this to her then to see her mother in such a state was heartbreaking. They sat in comfortable silence until Lorelai's door was furiously pushed open.
Since Luke's confession he hadn't moved from his position in the waiting room. His feet weren't talking to his brain since that was to busy mentally kicking him for what he had told Lorelai, or more importantly what she had said back. He hardly notice Emily almost fly down the corridor towards Lorelai's room and he was vaguely aware that Richard and Rory had gone to find something that remotely resembled food, considering they were in a hospital he figured they would be gone a while.
So there he was for the fourth time that night sitting with his head resting on his hands staring at the floor. For the staff that were busy congregating around the nurses' station to his right he must have looked incredibly comical to see a grown man mumbling God only knows what to himself. The concern was lost on him however as he suddenly noticed a man walk past him, this would have normally made him look up but considering this was a hospital and the fact that he had bloody hands was something that concerned him.
He didn't lift his head from where he was looking but he followed the man until he reached the nurses station. He couldn't hear what was being said but judging by the reaction from the nurses he wasn't going to get the information he had asked for. In what Luke guessed was a fit of frustration the man swept all of the paper off the counter in front of him and continued his one sided argument with the now scared looking nurse standing before him.
Without drawing attention to him self Luke slowly shifted in his seat to get a better look at what was happening. It wasn't like he was much of a gossip but he was just interested to know what was happening incase his presence was needed in the situation. There are few things in life that Luke Danes can't stand; well maybe a lot of things but certain things make him crazy. Hospitals he really didn't like, men who hit women and considering what had happened tonight especially that one and of course stupid town traditions.
His blood froze, it actually ran cold and he couldn't help the shiver that passed through his entire body. He tried to form the words that were hopelessly racing through his head but none of them would come out. He tried to move, he tried to scream, breath even blink but all of his normal body functions weren't working. Then something snapped he had no idea how long he had been sitting there with his mouth hanging open and heart pounding in his ears but he moved. It wasn't much but he stood up, he took one step in the direction he had been staring at and froze again. He didn't know what had made him look around at that particular moment but if he hadn't what happened could have been a lot worse.
He saw Richard first but knew that Rory wouldn't be far behind. His brain switched into gear and his legs started to work again. With three long strides he was standing in front of Richard firmly blocking his path and hopefully obstructing his view of what Luke had been looking at. He still looked incredibly white and very much still shaken by the night's events. "Richard I need you to take Rory outside." Richard was still trying to recover from Luke's sudden appearance but did so quickly and soon became confused as to what was worrying Luke.
"What are you talking about?" Luke had slowly started walking Richard in the direction he had just come from in an attempt to distract him from the soon to be problem standing behind him. "Please just take Rory outside for a moment and keep her out there." In normal circumstances Richard would have been appalled that a man he had properly met a few hours ago would talk to him in such a manor, but these were not normal circumstances. So he did.
They both stood there in silence until Rory came into view strolling down the corridor. Luke had barely lifted his head before Richard was standing next to Rory and leading her back in the direction they had come from quietly explaining that he wanted to company while he took in some fresh air.
It could have been hours before Luke finally turned around but it wasn't, it could have been someone else still berating the nurses but it wasn't and he could have done anything else but what he did but he didn't. He was still gradually trying to even out his breathing but failing miserably. He knew keeping a level head through out this was his best bet but the anger that had been boiling in the back of his throat was threatening to spill over. Taking one last beep breath he silently began to walk back towards the chair he had recently been occupying.
As he slowly approached the man he could gradually hear what it was that was upsetting him so much. "I don't give a damn what you say… if I say I want to see her… I WILL see her" the nurse that he was shouting at couldn't have been more than 25 with short blonde hair and a very innocent looking face which he seemed to be taking full advantage of. Taking the remaining step that was separating them Luke was now standing so close to him the blood that was staining his shirt and hand was thickly coating Luke nostrils making him want to throw up. Gulping down another breath of fresh air he slowly lifted his arm until his hand was firmly placed on the mans shoulder.
He turned around so fast that Luke was almost thrown off balance; he had to take a step back to get a better look at what was standing in front of him. Christopher. His hair was a mess and his eyes wide, Luke's original assessment of how much blood he had on him wasn't even close. He could see bloody marks around the neck of his t-shirt and the shirt he wore on top was almost completely town off. The only visible injuries he had sustained were a bloody lip and several nasty looking cuts to his hands and arms. Luke wanted to pass out; to look into a total abyss would have been more welcomeing than to look at the person standing in front of him. The terrifying thought that he was wearing Lorelai's blood on his shirt was sickening.
"I think you might want to leave" he didn't know how he managed to sound so calm but the words that left his mouth had barely registered in his ears as he was still to busy taking in his appearance.
"I don't know who you think you are but I suggest you take you hand off me!" he completely forgot that Chris probably didn't know who he was and he didn't really care.
"Well I know who you are and I want you to leave or I'm calling the police." He could see the look of confusion spread across his face and it clearly didn't register with him who Luke might be. It wasn't until now that Luke could smell the alcohol. It was like he had actually bathed in scotch. The smell of copper mixed with fermented hops made Luke stomach lurch and he could have sworn that his stomach gave a pretty decent attempt at trying to crawl up his throat to make an emergency escape. Swallowing down all of his observations Luke stood solidly in front of him and refused to move or allow him the upper hand.
"I told you …to take your hand off of me!" his voice was raising with each word and Luke knew that this conversation wasn't going to end well.
"And I told you to leave but it doesn't look like either of us is paying much attention, now at the moment I'm fighting a really strong urge to knock your head off so I suggest you go…now" maybe it was something he said or maybe the way he had said it but must have hit a nerve because the next thing Luke saw was a tightly clenched fist aimed in the direction of his head.
