First of all: I'm sooosorry you had to wait this long! but I was in paris and then I was writing my other story and well.. here were are now;)

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Ok I know this chapter is shorter.. but this is how it is, this just has to be this way. I still hope you'll like :D

"Have you lost your mind?" Luke was frozen at the sound of the voice clearly echoing in his apartment. After a second he looked up from his bottle and his eyes went wide, the bottle he had in his hand landing on the ground with a thud.

"It's the middle of the day and you have already had 6 beers? Do you have a secret problem Luke?" the voice asked.

Luke just sat there staring straight ahead, wide eyed, mouth slightly open. How was it possible?

"L… Lorelai." He was finally able to utter a word. There she was standing before him, arms crossed in front of her chest, a pointed look on her face, wearing the same black dress he thought he saw her in the night before. He took his eyes off of her and glanced at the bottle on the floor, that now laid there motionless. He started to feel dizzy.

"What? You expected someone else?" she asked. Luke was still sitting frozen in his arm chair. He opened his mouth to say something, but she didn't let him as she continued. "And what is the hell with this mess?" She looked around herself. The apartment looked as if a tornado had gone through it. After Luke had come back from the hospital, he had thrown everyone out of the diner closing for the whole day and went up stairs not even turning around. This is what was left after his "little" display of anger and hopelessness.

"You.. you're not here.." He managed to mumble out, still with a dazed look.

"What are you talking about? I'm here, standing in front of you. So yeah, I'm here," she replied exaggerated, uncrossing her hands and motioning the over her body as if that was proof enough.

Luke just sat there, as if ignoring her words, now with his head in his hands, trying to collect his thoughts. This felt so real, just like the night before, but it was impossible, again, just like the night before.

But when he looked up, she still stood there, now looking at him with even more concern, the empty bottles that surrounded him as well as the mess that could have been created by World War III.

"Luke, seriously, have you lost your mind?" Lorelai asked again this time in a more joking way, but still, seriousness somewhere hidden in the tone of her voice.

"Apparently I have," Luke mumbled softly tossing his cap somewhere on the floor.

"What happened, Luke?" she asked taking a step closer as if to reach for him but something made her to stop.

"You! You happened!" Luke almost yelled. He put his head into his hands to stop that horrible banging inside.

Lorelai felt like crying. Luke had never, ever spoken to her like that, not even that one night, it was so much worse. She just wanted to cry, but there were no tears in her eyes.

"You're not supposed to be here," she heard Luke saying. "You're not supposed to be here" he repeated.

"I… " she started, her voice breaking. "I know we're fighting, and that I said things that must have hurt you, but I never thought you could be so cruel." She managed to choke out.

Luke never looked up to see her face and her broken expression. He was almost shaking right now trying to understand, trying to wake up from this dream, nightmare actually.

"You're not real," he said softly, as if he was talking to himself, trying to make himself believe in his own words. "You're laying in the hospital bed, motionless, hurt, unconscious, helpless, l.. lifeless" his voice now was breaking too. "Without that bright spark in your eyes, that spark makes everyone smile whenever they see it…" He looked up to once again see this imagined creation of his drunk, spinning head. But there was nothing there. Just the emptiness of his messed up apartment, filled with the smell of beer, nothing more than that.

Luke started to breathe heavy. All the alcohol was draining off of him within seconds. He suspected he could just imagine the whole thing, yet it was so real. He was losing his mind, that was for sure. He knew one thing, he couldn't stay here and sit like that, filling himself with beers, daydreaming about Lorelai. At the thought of her, he stood up, not caring about his spinning head. Trying not to trip over the things laying on the floor, he made his way to the bathroom.

After a quick shower that helped Luke sober up more and changing into fresh clothes, he left his apartment, leaving all the mess untouched behind him.

He wasn't thinking where he was going, just let his feet lead him through the town that now seemed for him to be distant, so… empty. It didn't take him long till he found himself by the lake. The same place when he had found Jess 3 weeks earlier on that faithful night that changed everything. He had sent Jess away and he did it for her, for Lorelai, cause that was what she wanted. And after that he was an ass for her, a real ass, shutting her out and now… now she was in hospital. At the thought of that Luke could feel his eyes getting hotter, but he just ran his hand over his face, walking onto the bridge.

This was always the place he'd been going to when he was a kid and had a problem. Even after his dad's death he still came here. This was the place he decided to open the diner, that he would give Rachel another chance, he came here after learning about Lorelai's engagement to Max and when Sookie told him it was off. And now here he was again. But he had no idea what to do, he wasn't even sure there was anything he could do. He wasn't a doctor to just fix her, he wasn't a miracle maker who could make her injuries to just disappear. He wasn't a god to make her wake up.

All he wanted was just to see her. They didn't even let him see her, not that he tried too much, but he just wanted Lorelai to be ok. He looked down at the water to see himself reflected in its calm surface, just to find another pair of bright blue eyes looking from behind his shoulder. Her bright blue eyes.

Luke turned around fast, almost loosing his balance and ending in the lake, just to see nothing. No one. Just an empty space behind him. And he knew what he had to do, what his subconscious was telling him. He needed to see Lorelai, he needed to see her now.

Luke was a fast runner sine he was a kid. He was, after all, a star of the track team. With enough motivation he could run the distance in a record time. Just like when he was 8 and promised his already sick mother he would win the race during the summer festival. And he did, leaving all the other boys far in the back. This time it was no exception.

10 minutes later he was already in his truck on his way to Hartford.

Not knowing where to go, he rushed through the halls of hospital, but when he reached Lorelai's room, there was no one there. No Rory, no Gilmore's, no Sookie and Jackson. His heart skipped. They weren't there and they should be. Now the vision of Lorelai from earlier that day come back to him. What if he was seeing a… ghost? What if she was… No! She couldn't be, she couldn't!

"Sir? Can I help you?" a young blond nurse asked Luke, bringing him back to the world.

"Wh..?" he asked. 'Oh yes… I was looking for.. Lorelai Gilmore, she was put in his room," he tried to explain motioning to the door. "Is there anyone there with her? I mean her parents and Rory, her daughter, they were here earlier but…" Luke breathed out, worried about what response he might get.

"Oh yes Lorelai is in the room. Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore left an hour ago." The nurse smiled at the thought of Emily finally living. Normally she wouldn't know about a patient as much as she knew about Emily's daughter, but it was impossible not to know everything about Ms. Gilmore's condition. "They took the girl with them, almost forcing her so that she would get some sleep." She smiled at him.

"Oh ok… good, good, Rory needs them now." Luke nodded his head nervously. " So.. Lorelai is still there right? She's ok… I mean still breathing and all?"

"Yes she's still sleeping, you know probably in a coma." But she started to look at Luke more suspiciously. He never said who he was. "I'm sorry, but who exactly are you to Ms. Gilmore, we can't give the information to non-relatives."

Luke was frozen, he didn't know what to say. He just needed to know anything that was possible to know about Lorelai and her condition and he was sure that a call to Emily wouldn't help a bit. So he said the first thing that came up to his mind.

"I'm… I'm her fiancé" he blurted out.

tbc

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