I'm sitting by a tree, book in my hands, and I'm crying. I hear footsteps and freeze. "Emily, it's just me." I hear Richard say. I turn to him as he sits next to me and snuggle up next to him. I let out a squeaky sob as he wraps his arms around me. "It's alright." he whispers. "It's ok. We can try again. The doctors said we could try again."
"But what if--" I start to argue, but his lips on mine cut me off.
"We'll try again." he says softly.
I wake up to a scream. I jolt up from my position and see Lorelai standing in the lobby, next to Joshua and...
Babbette?
I run over to Lorelai and pull her into an embrace as she cries. I look over at Joshua, my eyes pleading with him to tell me. I walk Lorelai over to the couch I was asleep on and sit next her her for a moment. "You rest. You don't have to sleep, just stay off your feet." I whisper. She goes to protest, but I interrupt, softly saying, "Don't loose the baby." I put my hand on her stomach and kiss her on the cheek. Once I know she's settled down, I walk quickly back over to Joshua and Babbette. "Babbette," I say, placing my hand on her arm. "Go sit with Lorelai, would you?" She nods and walks over to my daughter, sitting where I had.
I turn my attention back to Joshua and just look at him. He sighs and looks down, saying, "Emily, Rory is in a coma. She..." That's all I hear before the world goes black and I fall toward the cold floor.
I wake up in someone's arms. I open my eyes and see a very distraught Richard Allen Gilmore holding me. I shift positions, drawing his attention to me. "Emma...There you are." he whispers, kissing my forehead.
"What happened?" I ask, sitting up a bit.
"You passed out when you heard about Rory." He helps me sit up and sighs.
"Richard, did I hear Joshua right when he said she was in a coma?" I really hope I'm wrong about this one.
"Yes, Love. You heard right." he replied with a tear strained voice. I look around and see no one in the room. I pull him close and whisper comforting words into his ear. He sobs on my shoulder, tightening his grip around my waist. My poor darling. Rory is his angel. I kiss his cheek and make him look at me.
"She's fine." I say softly. "She's going to be alright, Sweetheart. She's a Gilmore. She'll make it." I smile as he leans forward and kisses me deeply. A knock on the door separates up. Richard faces the other direction as Lorelai opens the door and walks in. "It's good to see you're awake." she says hoarsely.
"It's good to be awake." I reply, rubbing Richard's back. Lorelai looks at him questioningly and I mouth, "He's upset." at Lorelai. She gives me a 'What do you think?' look and I send her a glare.
It's amazing that we don't need words to communicate. Just simple facial expressions does the trick.
Lorelai sighs, then smiles and leaves, muttering something about making phone calls. I turn Richard to face me once the door clicks closed. He leans over and puts his head in my lap. I stroke his hair and hold his hand as we wait for more news on Rory.
Ever since the night Lorelai called us, panicked about her pregnancy, I've prayed. Tonight, I pray again, begging God to keep Rory safe. She means so much to us. Surely, He wouldn't take her from us. Not now.
I snuggle up against Richard and close my eyes, resting a bit. We've all had a long night.
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