A/N: Okay, so everything medical in this chapter, I have looked up. No, I don't want to be a doctor like purpleribbons thought. Haha, I just get injured a lot and the rest I look up.

Disclaimer: Don't own…

On with the story…

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Chapter 4: Confession Reactions

Rory's POV

I sent Jess a small smile and sipped my coffee. He smiled back and returned to the counter.

"So, I'm going to go up to the counter and flirt with Luke to get chocolate chips in my pancakes. I'll be back soon and we can make that appointment okay?" my mom said to me as she started to rise from the table.

I smiled faintly, "Sure."

She grinned down at me, kissed my forehead and ventured to the counter. I was starting to feel a little nauseous, so I took a sip of coffee to see if it would go away. It didn't, it got worse and I felt like I was going to throw-up so I ran to the bathroom. Jess must have seen me because he followed behind silently and held my hair back as I hurled into the toilet. As I finished and wiped my mouth, I collapsed backwards into Jess' waiting arms. I felt so weak. He pushed my hair out of my face and held me between his legs on the floor of the bathroom in the diner.

Jess' POV

Rory started sweating profusely and felt limp in my arms. Her eyes were fluttering.

"Rory? Rory you've got to tell me what's wrong," I prodded.

She weakly shook her head, "No…can't…not safe."

"It's even more dangerous if you don't tell me," I insisted and cupped her face in my hand.

She nods and takes my hand giving it a light squeeze, "Dean, he-he h-hits me," she gulps in a breath, "He's the one that caused this," she motions to her bad arm, "Stop spinning…" And then she's out.

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Rory's POV

My eyes flutter open and I look around me to see that I'm in Luke's apartment on Jess' bed. Jess is sitting up against the headboard reading and stroking my hair as my head rests on his chest.

"What happened?" I asked. The last thing I remembered was telling Jess that Dean hits me. Before that, I was nauseous, dizzy, sweating, and had a dry mouth. What the hell?

"You fainted," Jess answered monotonously.

The silence ensued.

"Jess? Can you please say something?" I requested.

"You need to tell your mom," he said as he set down his book.

I sighed and snuggled into him, "No."

He stopped stroking my hair and completely detached himself from me. He stood up and started pacing with his hand covering his mouth as if he didn't want to speak out of turn.

"Jess?"

"I can't do this again," he muttered.

"What are you talking about?" I stood up and pain instantly shot through my arm at the slightest movement.

He stopped pacing and turned to look me directly in the eye, "Every single one of my mom's boyfriends hit her. She told no one and let me be in that environment for sixteen and a half fucking years. I will not go through that again. You need to tell your mom."

Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall, "I can't do that Jess. I'm not ready. I just can't," I replied adamantly.

"Un-fucking-believable," he cursed.

He sighed and put my head down, picking at his comforter.

Suddenly, I started itching insanely everywhere and my mouth went dry. Pain shot rapidly through my arm as I moved around to itch everywhere. I could feel a headache coming on and groaned in pure agony.

Jess snapped his eyes to me and once he saw me and what I was doing, which was rolling on his bed trying to stop the itching, he immediately flocked to my side and cradled me in his arm. He wiped the sweat off my forehead and picked me up bridal style only to carry me down the stairs.

Jess' POV

Rory was in my arms simply moaning and groaning, rolling around trying to do what, I don't know. I carried her down the stairs into the diner and all eyes were on us.

"Lorelai, she needs a hospital," I told her as I started carrying Rory towards the door.

She immediately jumped up and raced to open the door for me. I followed her to her Jeep and sat in the back with Rory in my arms as Lorelai drove us to the hospital in Hartford.

She rattled questions to me the entire way there. I told her I didn't think it was anything serious or life threatening, but something was obviously wrong. She was silently worrying—I could tell by the pensiveness on her face and the fidgeting in her seat.

Shortly after, we arrived at the same Patient First I had taken Rory to in the first place. We took her in and because of her condition, she was immediately brought back.

To my complete surprise and disbelief, we had the exact same doctor as last time. They had hooked an IV up to Rory's arm and put saline and oxycodone into it. Judging by the symptoms I had described to him, he decided that Rory had reacted badly to the OxyContin.

The doctor then asked me to step outside of the room for a moment. This reminded me of the first time we had been here.

I walked out of the room and waited for the doctor to finish talking to Rory. After he had handed her a slip of paper, he came out and stopped to look at me.

"I know she's lying," he said to me.

I nodded, "I know she is, too."

"If this continues, it'll just get even worse, or she'll end up dead."

"I know that, too. Could I have the records of her injuries please?" I asked, "I will convince her to take this to the police," I vowed.

The doctor nodded and handed me a couple pieces of paper, "Take care of her. Get her to tell someone."

I gave him a short nod and he continued down the hallway.

"Mr. Mariano, right?" the doctor asked me.

"Yeah," I sighed and nodded my head, running a hand through my hair.

"Has she told anyone yet?" he asked me.

"Just me," I told him, "She says she can't tell her mom."

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "She is going to die if this continues. Tell her that and maybe it will get through her obviously thick head."

"She's not thick-headed okay?" I was getting irritated, "She doesn't know how to deal with it and this is what she thinks is right."

"Show her how and tell her mother for her," the doctor said and left.

I watched the doctor talk to the nurse as the memory withdrew from me again. I started down the hallway keeping my eyes straight. I stopped in front of a door and saw Lorelai through it. I just opened it, quietly, listening.

"Rory what's happened?" Lorelai must have asked. Her voice sounded clouded. She must be crying. I peeked my head around to see Rory laying in the bed, her mother's back to me. Rory's eyes looked sad and depressed. My heart tightened thinking about that floppy haired jack…my thought subsided when I heard Rory speak.

"Nothing. I already told you what happened to my arm, there's nothing more," Rory claimed, as Lorelai must've given her a look because she started again. "Okay, when you went to get your pancakes I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and upchucked. Jess followed me in and held my hair, and then we went upstairs. I started to get this itchy sensation all over my body, my mouth went dry, and I started sweating. I tossed and turned trying to reach the right spot. So that's what happened," she said and I shook my head. She left out the Dean part. Lorelai stood and I couldn't take it.

I walked over to Rory's bed and opened my mouth when the doctor came in. I looked at him and just pushed back a little.

"Miss Gilmore seems to have had a bad reaction to the medication prescribed to her by me," the doctor said and I couldn't help but think of ways to kill Dean.

I could just grab him one night when he comes out of Doose's. But then I risk someone seeing me. I rubbed a hand down my face and tried to stop thinking about mutilating him.

"Will she be okay?" Lorelai asked. Not unless she tells someone soon, I thought.

"She should be. We're going to prescribe her percocet for the pain instead of the OxyContin," the doctor explained as he patted Rory's knee.

"Good," Lorelai breathed a sigh of relief and I just took the moment to catch Rory's eyes. Our contact broke when Lorelai's phone went off.

"Oh my God, I forgot to turn this off, I'll be back," Lorelai ran out of the room and down the hallway. The doctor turned to Rory and looked at her hard.

"Miss Gilmore, I express a need to watch over you. Call it paternal instinct but I think something's up," he said and with a nod at me left. I turned to face Rory as she turned her face away.

"You need to tell her," that made her head snap back towards me. If looks could kill.

"You need to mind your own business," she said as Lorelai walked back in.

"That was Dean; he was worried when you weren't home. He's such a nice kid," Lorelai said and smiled at Rory. Rory just nodded and I could feel the eggs I had for breakfast in my throat.

Nobody's POV

Later that day, Lorelai, Jess, and Rory all went back home. Rory was dismissed with a note from the doctor to stay out of school for a day. The Gilmore girls dropped Jess off at the diner and went home.

"That was not your average breakfast morning," Lorelai said throwing her keys on the table and pressing the answering machine button.

"Hey Rory, you there? I didn't see you at the bus stop? Well I'll call your mom's phone," Dean's voice came over the speaker and Rory cringed which went unseen by Lorelai. Lorelai smiled and went to take a shower. Rory just stood and walked to her room. She slipped off her school uniform and put on sweatpants.

"Rory?" Lorelai exclaimed as Rory shot up out of a sound sleep.

"What?" Rory asked and Lorelai smiled.

"Nothing, Dean's here, get dressed!" she said and Rory frowned. She got off her bed and went to her dresser. She grabbed a pair of jeans, a brown camisole, and a gray deep v-neck sweater. She put those clothes on, once again fighting pain.

Rory's POV

"You look like you're in pain," he saidand I bit my tongue with a retort. He quickly stepped toward me and gathered me in his arms.

"I am," I said as he kissed me. I felt a tear well and blinked it fast. Lorelai smiled.

"Go be young," she said as we walked out the door. He threw his arm around me and we walked. Ten minutes later I knew where we were going. His house. We passed the diner and I looked for Jess. He wasn't there. I just shuddered as we walked into his house. He once again did his quick search.

"Who did you tell?" he asked turning on his heal to smack me. I just bit my lip.

"Who?" he screamed and I felt the metallic taste seep between my teeth. My eyes couldn't hold them back anymore. Tears poured down my cheeks as he shoved me to the wall. I just slid to the floor and held my arm, hoping it wouldn't take too long.

I heard him pick something up, "You're such a wimp. How dare you?" he said and I looked just in time to see him lift a bat. The wooden bat made a loud cracking sound when it hit my back. See I had curled into a ball and the pain from the bat had seared up and down my spine. I let out a cry of pain as Dean got down looking me in the eye. I had just wanted to go home and sleep.

"You did this. If you had stayed away from my father, he'd still be here. You're the slut secretary," he said and then punched me in the eye and kicked my stomach. He stood and spit on me.

"Go home," he said and then kicked me again. My breath hitched, but I quickly scrambled to the porch. Just outside the door I collapsed.

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A/N: Hey guys, this is your co-writer purpleribbons! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I want to thank Just a Girl of the Hollow x3 for letting me be apart of such a great story!

A/N: Hey guys this is Cat here. My lovely co-writer and I worked very much together on this. Basically, I did the first half; she did the second half because I had cheerleading. So, without her, this would have been posted late tomorrow. I hope you liked it! reviews are love so press the pretty little button!