The next day, they both woke up early to get to the hospital for his next round of chemo. She knew he didn't look forward to it, and neither did she. But it gave her time to work on her school work while he slept through the treatment. It was something he'd figured out during his second. It was easier for him to sleep through the treatment because he knew he'd be lacking the sleep in the following days.

"I love you," she told him after the nurse had left, the IV having just started. He smiled before closing his eyes. She looked at him for a little longer. Dr. Martinez was thinking about putting in a central line since Logan's dehydration incident. There was always a huge risk of blowing a vein when they put the IV in, and a central line would be the more logical option. Logan had said he'd have to think about it.

She sat back, her books spread out on the table. Occasionally, she'd look up at him, sometimes when a nurse came in to check his progress and vitals. The treatment took forty-five minutes, and every time, it was the longest forty-five minutes of Rory's life. However, her studies were able to make it seem significantly less than it actually was.

It was around the five minutes left mark that he started to wake up. He used to wake up so easily, but now it seemed like the sleep was trying to smother him, covering him as he tried to claw his way out. She put down the highlighter, kneeling next to him and taking his hand. Slowly, as he came out of his sleep, he smiled, looking at her.

"How're you feeling?" she'd asked. This was the routine, their new normal.

"It tastes like I have a mouth full of pennies," he then told her. She kissed his hand as the nurse walked in, taking the IV out of his arm. They sat there for another fifteen minutes, looking at each other with smiles. She knew her knees were going to hurt, but that didn't matter. Once he was cleared to leave, she stood up and gathered her things before helping him up.

"Let's go home," she said. The drive back wasn't long. She typically didn't like driving the Porsche, but they knew he was in no shape to drive. Sometimes he was, and it was fine. But typically, when what they deemed 'metal mouth' set in, they knew he was going to be sick this time around.

"I love you," he told her, and she smiled as she parked the car in his designated spot in the building's garage. They got out of the car, and she grabbed her bag, before he looped his arm around her waist.

"I love you too, Logan," she replied, kissing him softly before they walked in the building and to the elevator. She looked at him, knowing it was only a matter of time before he got sick. She then looked at the ring when she saw his mind was somewhere else. It was gorgeous, simple. It was their relationship in one piece of jewelry.

"You hungry?" she asked as they walked into the apartment. He just shrugged, sitting on the couch. She smiled solemnly, knowing he was nauseated at that point. She made her way to the kitchen, heating up leftovers for herself and soup for him. It didn't take long before she was sitting next to him, handing him the bowl and a pill. "It's better you take it now while you can still keep it down."

"Yeah," he said softly. He popped the pill, taking a drink of water. "I hate this, Rory," he then told her. "I hate feeling nauseated all the time, and tired. I want to go back to being me." She understood. She missed his normal self too, but it was different. Logan hated that he had to change, hated that he was forced to change. "I want to be able to hang out with the guys like I used to, without having to cut a night short. I want to be able to be with you in every way without feeling like I'm going to pass out. I want to be able to walk with you to your classes or surprise you with coffee outside the newsroom."

"I know," she replied. "I miss it all too. I miss your humor and snark. I miss coming home to you playing pool with Colin and Finn. I miss those surprise visits. But I know what I miss and what you miss are completely different." He looked at her, puzzled. "It's different missing someone and missing yourself. But there's going to be a time where you're back to yourself, and then it'll be back to normal." She knew that last statement was more of hope than fact. He just smiled before turning on the news and starting on his soup. It took her a minute before she mustered up the ability to eat, his words still ringing in her head. But there was nothing she could do. She couldn't bring back the old Logan, and by trying she knew she was going to do more harm than good.

When they had finished eating, she took their plates to the kitchen. He curled up on the couch, draping a blanket over himself and letting himself fall asleep. She looked at him from the counter, tears rolling down her cheeks. God, she missed him. Quietly, she turned off the TV before making her way to the balcony, shutting the door behind her. There is where she allowed herself to break down before calling her mom. She slid down the wall, facing the city as she sat on the ground.

"Hey, hun. What's up?" she asked, chipper. All Rory could do was cry as her mom threw questions left and right. "Are you okay? Is Logan okay? Do I need to drive down there? Do I need to call Paris?" She answered each one as her breathing subsided.

"He had another treatment today," she told her mom. "He could tell is was going to be a bad reaction as soon as he woke up from his nap during it. Metal mouth." Her mom just 'oh'-ed, Rory having told her before that it typically meant he was going to have a bad reaction. "After I heated up dinner, he told me he misses who he used to be and I just told him he'd get better. Mom, what if he doesn't? What if he's never the 'old' Logan?"

"Oh, honey," her mom said, tone calm and sweet. "I can't say he'll ever be not sick. I can't predict the future. He may never be one-hundred percent his old self. What I can tell you is that there will be days he's back, there's going to be days where he won't. You just have to take it a day at a time. Make the most of it all. He loves you, kid."

"I know. I just…" she looked at the ring again.

"He didn't propose just because he's dying. Before he went to London, he stopped by. He asked me for my blessing, kiddo." This fact made her smile. "He truly wants to be with you. It's not going to be forever like he originally had hoped, but it's going to be his forever."

"I love you, mom." Lorelai always had a way to cheer her up, or take her mind off of it.

"Now that things are a little more settled, do you want to hear what Michel did today?" After finishing their conversation, Lorelai asked one more question.

"When do you want to go dress shopping?" This made her cheer up a little bit more. She hoped that delving into the wedding planning would heighten everybody's moods.

"I'll call you back when I have an idea. Thanks again, Mom." They hung up and she stood up, walking back inside. He was still sound asleep, and she didn't want to wake him. Instead, she sat on the couch and curled into him, allowing sleep to overtake her as well.