Chapter Two - Abrupt Awakenings (Part Two)
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Yeah, Hereos is on TV when I'm writing this if anyone was wondering. My brother tells me that word doesn't really mean anything. But either way, it's a positive word, so it works. :)
We finally managed to get enough time to finish the next part. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. We thought a while about being evil and not including the fourth part, but we didn't want to risk anyone coming to kill us. Not that we don't want to see you guys, but I think we'd both prefer a more pleasant reason. :p
And now I've rambled enough I think. So, without further ado, here is the next part.
Chapter Two - Abrupt Awakenings (Part Two)
Saturday June 10th, 5:30 PM, Gilmore House / London Apartment
“Thank you,” Rory finished her call and hung up, stuffing the phone down in her pocket and went to take out a coffee mug from one of the cabinets.
She had just ordered more food than she thought even she and Lorelai could handle, but she hadn’t been able to decide. And she figured the leftovers would come in handy in the coming days.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and was just about to take a first sip when her cell phone started ringing in her pocket and she jumped, some of the coffee splashing over her shirt as she did.
“Damnit,” she muttered, setting her coffee mug down on the counter, ineffectively rubbing the stain, and dug out her phone, answering without checking who it was, her voice annoyed. “Yes?”
“Hey now, is that any way to greet your boyfriend who just traveled halfway around the world?” Logan’s voice boomed back at her, unnaturally high, and she almost jumped again.
“Oh, hi…sorry, I was just, I…” Rory stumbled, not prepared for the call, despite the fact that she had been waiting for it for more than three hours.
“Everything ok, Ace?” Logan asked, laughing at her apparent confusion and leaned back in the desk chair, surveying what was apparently his office.
“Well, the phone startled me and I…” she began, but shook her head. “Never mind, you called!” she said instead, starting to smile.
Logan laughed again, studying the view outside the window. “Of course I called.”
“Yeah, I know. I just expected it to be sooner, and I missed you and I was worried and…”
“Whoa, slow down there, Ace,” Logan interrupted her. “I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier, but things have been crazy here and I just got to the office.”
“Oh,” Rory frowned. “The office.”
“Yeah, I told you I’d call when I got here,” Logan said, rummaging through his briefcase. “God, I’ve missed you. It feels like I’ve been gone forever.”
“It does feel like forever,” Rory agreed.
“I’m sorry, I have to cut this short. I’m meeting some people in a couple minutes and I have to get going. I’ll call you when we’re done.”
“Oh, ok,” Rory said, feeling disappointed. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Logan said, getting up from the chair again. “Love you Ace, talk to you soon.”
“Yeah, love you too,” Rory said, and turned the phone off as she heard the dial tone in her ear.
Frowning she let out a frustrated sigh and shoved the phone back into her pocket. She shook her head and decided to go change her shirt before the delivery guy arrived with the food, and headed for her room.
Saturday June 10th, 5:45 PM, Miss Patty’s Dance Studio, Town meeting
The room was quickly filling up, people finding places around the walls when all the seats were taken. And still there were more people waiting to get inside, crowding on the stairs outside, standing on tip toes to see above those in front of them.
The air was practically alive, buzzing with questions, guesses and sometimes something that could very well be an actual fact.
“Were you there?” someone asked, quickly followed by, “What did you see?” from the next person. “What really happened?” could be heard from almost everyone at one time or another.
“Did someone actually get hurt?” inevitably led to questions about Jess, and by extension Luke.
Everyone had heard the rumors; the story had travelled around town like wildfire as soon as Miss Patty had gotten over the initial shock, and now everyone were trying to find someone who had some real news, preferably someone who had been there. Someone like…
“Order!” The word boomed through the room, causing everyone to abruptly turn their heads towards the podium, and the milling of voices slowly died down.
“Finally,” Taylor muttered through an exasperated sigh, annoyance coloring his face a couple shades of red as he clutched the gavel in his hand, ready for use.
Almost immediately, having found another source of information, people started up their questioning again. Taylor turned an even darker shade of red.
“Order people, order,” he yelled, his voice rising on the last word, and once more the room fell silent. Taylor took a quick breath and continued before he was interrupted again.
“Now, stay calm people,” he said loudly.
From beside him Miss Patty, who had now made her way up on the stage and to her normal place, broke in, “No need to shout, Taylor. People are listening now. No need to make us deaf.”
A few scattered laughs were heard in the room and Taylor glared, grumbling to himself, but lowered his voice.
“So, now that I have everyone's attention,” he said, looking pointedly at two people leaning against the right wall who stood with their heads together, apparently discussing something. Taylor paused for a second and they fell silent.
With a pleased smile Taylor once more addressed the room. “So, as I was saying. Now that I have everyone's attention, we can start this meeting.” He paused and looked around the room, but no one said anything.
“Now, no more interruptions if you please,” he said. “Everyone wants to know what happened. And you will get answers for all your questions,” he continued and raised his hand warningly when some people appeared ready to speak up, “if you just have a little patience.”
A low murmur filled the studio when he fell silent for a moment, but no one said anything aloud.
“Good,” Taylor exclaimed, looking pleased. “Now, I thought we’d start the meeting with an account from one of the main parties of the…” He paused for a second, grimacing as he evidently searched for an appropriate word and finally settled on, “incident.”
Immediately protests could be heard from people scattered over the studio, and Taylor banged the gavel in the podium, only to find it fruitless.
A shrill whistle suddenly pierced through the noise, and, surprised to say the least, people once more fell silent. Taylor looked stricken for a moment, but then looked around searching for the person behind it.
“My third husband used to whistle like that when he wanted my attention in a big crowd,” Miss Patty said beside him.
Surprised he quickly whipped his head around to look at her, at a loss for words. “Well…” he began uncomfortably, but didn’t get further. “Thank you,” he finally said, and Miss Patty smiled pleasantly at him.
“Oh, it was my pleasure Taylor,” she drawled and a dreamy smile spread over her face. “Those were good times,” she mused.
Taylor gave her a disturbed look and then promptly turned back to the rest of the townspeople.
“Well then, now that order is restored,” he said and looked around the room, “I leave the floor to Kirk.”
There was a lot of rustle in the room when everyone turned around to look for Kirk, but there was no sign of him anywhere. The volume increased again as people started calling out for him. Everywhere people got up from their seats to get a better look, and on the stage the color rose in Taylors face once more.
“Kirk!” he called, an angry frown quickly forming on his forehead.
But Kirk was nowhere to be found.
“Quiet people!” Taylor shouted, but it was no use. Everyone were talking excitedly, exchanging theories, no one taking the slightest notice of Taylor as he banged the gavel, turning a deep maroon in his tries to make himself heard over the clamor.
After yelling himself out of breath and finally deeming it impossible to make himself heard, no less noticed, Taylor turned to Miss Patty in order to ask for help to quiet everyone down again, only to find her discussing Kirk's absence just as excitedly as everyone else. Utterly defeated he slumped down over the podium, mumbling to himself about the lack of respect in the world.
It were a couple minutes later when things finally quieted down, and Taylor raised his head, hoping to finally be able to restore order, only to find that everyone had turned around, looking at something outside the back door. There seemed to be some degree of commotion back there, and after a minute someone appeared in the opening.
Seconds later Sookie's voice rang out through the studio, “Oh, Jackson! You almost missed everything. Come up here, I saved you a seat.”
“Sorry I'm late,” Jackson apologized, making his way through the crowd. “The babysitter was late, and Martha wouldn't stop crying, and...” He stopped abruptly, looking around as if just then noticing how crowded it was. “Did I miss something?”
“Did I miss something?” Taylor burst out in frustration. “Did I miss something, he asks? That's the most preposterous thing I've heard...”
But Sookie gasped loudly, completely ignoring Taylor's outburst. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I completely forgot to tell you what happened! But I was so worried about Lorelai and there was an emergency at the Inn and with Lorelai gone to the hospital…”
“Wait!” Jackson broke in, concerned. “Something happened to Lorelai? Is she ok?”
“No, no, Lorelai’s fine,” Sookie quickly assured him, but then she frowned. “Well, not fine. Actually she’s not fine at all, but it’s nothing physically wrong with her, I don’t think at least. I mean, you never know, but I don’t think…”
“Sookie, focus,” Jackson prodded. “What happened?”
“Oh, right, I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I’m just so worried, and now we don’t know where Kirk is, and…”
“Kirk’s crawling around in the bushes in the town square,” Jackson informed her quickly, once more cutting off her rambling. “Now, please, tell me what’s going on here.”
“Kirk is in the town square?” Taylor exclaimed, perking up after having grumblingly watched the exchange so far.
Until now everyone else had been quiet, watching, but now a low murmur started up again as people digested the information about Kirk’s whereabouts. Quite a few laughs could be heard when they pictured Kirk crawling his way through the bushes.
“Yes,” Jackson confirmed over the rising voices, with a glance in Taylor’s direction before turning back to Sookie. “Now, can you please tell me what this is all about?”
Sookie opened her mouth to respond, but before she got a chance Taylor once more spoke up, a lot more confident now.
“I need someone to go and get Kirk,” he said resolutely, finally having something concrete to do. “Jackson?”
“What?” Jackson exclaimed in frustration. “I still don’t know what’s going on, and you want me to go and find Kirk?”
“You happen to be the one who saw him last,” Taylor reasoned.
Jackson sighed. “Fine, I’ll go,” he conceded. “But when I get back you better tell me what’s going on here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Taylor mumbled distractedly, waving him away, his mind already on the next point on his agenda.
Muttering to himself Jackson turned back the way he came, once more making his way through the crowd.
“I’ll tell you everything when you get back,” Sookie called after him.
Jackson raised his hand, waving back at her, and pushed passed the last couple of people inside the studio, disappearing from sight.
“Now,” Taylor importantly called out, “since Kirk isn’t available to tell the story, I will do it instead.”
“Finally!” were called from all corners of the room, causing Taylor to frown in disapproval, but he shook it off and continued.
“I’m sure everyone knows there was a little incident at Luke’s diner…”
“You call that an incident?” someone yelled, and the protest was soon joined by others, once more bringing up the volume in the room, until Miss Patty let up another piercing whistle, effectively silencing everyone.
“Thank you Patty,” Taylor said, relieved, and prepared to continue, but was interrupted by Babette.
“We’ve all seen incidents, Taylor,” she called out, “and this was no incident. Right, Morey?”
“Right,” Morey confirmed from beside her.
“Very well then, we’ll call it an accident,” Taylor said, the color rising in his face again.
“Why don’t you call it for what it is, Taylor?” Miss Patty suggested from beside him.
“Yeah, a disaster,” Babette called. “Where are we now gonna find the latest news around town?”
“And how are we gonna watch that cute little boy if he’s in the hospital?” Miss Patty added with a frown.
“Cute little boy?” Taylor burst out, confused and annoyed. “What in the world are you talking about?”
“Oh, I do hope he is ok,” Miss Patty continued, obviously not listening.
Taylor looked like he was about to question her again, but decided against it. Instead he took the opportunity, now that the crowd was uncharacteristically silent, to get back on track.
“It doesn’t matter what we call it,” he said, continuing quickly to avoid more interruptions. “What happened is that Kirk lost control of a car and it went through the wall of Luke’s diner.”
Gasps could be heard from people who up until now hadn’t heard more than rumors, but Taylor raised his voice and continued.
“Now, unfortunately there was one injured,” he said, and people fell into a shocked silence. “But I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Taylor assured them.
Outrageous voices were immediately raised, drowning out whatever else Taylor were saying, and complete chaos took over the meeting. It was impossible to make out what anyone was saying in the tumult, but the atmosphere was unmistakable, and it didn’t look as if anyone would stop anytime soon.
That is until Gypsy had finally had enough. “Cut it out, would’ya?” she yelled and people, startled, slowly quieted down. “We can be here all night if you keep yelling at each other, or we can decide what to do and get out of here.”
A low mumbled consent could be heard, but it soon died down when Miss Patty stood up.
“We should make sure Luke’s diner is repaired as soon as possible,” she said decisively, in a tone that didn’t invite to protests.
However, ignoring her tone, shocked by her suggestion, Taylor spoke up, “People, please,” he said, “I don’t think…”
“Yeah, we should ask Tom to do it,” Babette chimed in, disregarding Taylor.
“Wonderful!” Miss Patty agreed. “Now, who’s in favor of Tom repairing Luke’s diner?”
Everyone except Taylor raised their hands.
“Now people, don’t be so hasty,” Taylor protested in the brief silence.
“Wonderful,” Miss Patty repeated with a smile and raised her voice to be heard over Taylor’s protests about Tom already having enough to do with one of his apartment complexes. “Now, that’s settled. Who will talk to Tom?”
“Well, he did all the work at the Inn,” Sookie said. “I could probably ask him.”
“Oh, great,” Miss Patty said, pleased. “That’s one thing less to worry about. Now, we should also see how Jess is doing, I think.”
“I’ll ask Lorelai,” Sookie quickly offered over Taylor’s shocked gasp, before he could raise any more protests. “She went to see Luke at the hospital.”
“Good,” Miss Patty said. “Well, apart from finding Kirk, is there anything else we should do?”
“A re-meeting might be good,” Babette suggested.
“Oh, yes of course,” Miss Patty agreed. “How about tomorrow afternoon at two?”
There was a murmur of agreement and Miss Patty nodded.
“Then I’d say everything is taken care of, so I hereby declare this meeting adjourned.” She banged her fist on the podium once. “Oh, and if anyone still wants to hear what really happened I’ll be at the gazebo after the meeting.”
Immediately people started getting up from their seats, talking animatedly, some still confused, but looking forward to the prospect of some actual information. Everyone hurried towards the exits, wanting to get out and away from Taylor who was now shouting protests.
At the same time however, someone was trying to make his way against the current, causing more confusion, and after a lot of squeezing Jackson appeared in the doorway, a firm grip on Kirks arm. “What’s going on?” he asked confused. “Where is everyone going?”
But no one seemed to notice him in the doorway, everyone hurrying to get out. Already frustrated after having chased Kirk three times around the town square, his mood not improved by being ignored, Jackson yelled, “Can someone please just tell me what is going on here!”
“Oh, Jackson, you’re back,” Sookie called through the crowd, making her way over to him, and noticed Kirk. “And you found Kirk. That’s good.”
“Yes, great,” Jackson agreed exasperatedly. “But I still don’t know what is going on here. And apparently Kirk has lost all ability to speak, so he wasn’t much help either.” He sent the man beside him a glare.
“Oh, I’m sorry Jackson,” Sookie exclaimed. “I have to go find Lorelai, but I promise I will tell you what happened when I get back.”
“But Sookie,” Jackson protested.
“I promise,” Sookie called back as she started for the street again, looking through her purse for her phone. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Sookie!” Jackson called after her, but she had been swallowed by the crowd.
“Oh, thank god!” someone suddenly yelled beside him and he turned to find Lulu, out of breath, but with a relieved smile on her face. “I’ve been looking for him everywhere.”
At her voice Kirk looked up and Lulu quickly reached out for him, pulling him with her out of the studio. “Thanks for finding him,” she called back at Jackson and he sighed once more where he stood in the flow of people of whom no one seemed to notice him.
Outside the dance studio Sookie had finally found her phone and dialed Lorelai’s number, watching the people leaving while she waited for the call to go through. She smiled a little when she saw Lulu lead Kirk out on the stairs, steering him towards the side.
Once free from the crowd Lulu sat Kirk down on the top stair, talking comfortingly to him and carefully placed the wet towel she’d snatched from Jackson on the bump on his forehead, but Kirk remained unresponsive.
Suddenly he looked up, panic evident on his face. “I killed him,” he whimpered. “Oh my god, I killed him. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident, I didn’t…”
“Calm down,” Lulu coaxed him, looking stricken, “I’m sure you didn’t…” And then her voice was lost in the commotion as people continued to exit the building.
Shocked, Sookie gasped and let the phone drop back in her purse, staring at the two figures on the stairs. Shaking her head she quickly picked it up again, hearing Lorelai’s worried voice on the other end.
Saturday June 10th, 6:00 PM, Gilmore House
“I’m home,” Lorelai yelled as she opened the door and entered the house. The only thing that greeted her was silence and she frowned.
“Rory?” she called, closing the door behind her and looking into the living room.
“Oh, hey mom,” Rory called back from the kitchen and Lorelai changed her direction.
Entering the kitchen Lorelai found her daughter rummaging through the fridge.
“Find anything in there?” she asked.
“Hey,” Rory smiled, turning around for a second. “I’m just looking for something drinkable for the pizza.”
“Oh, good luck with that,” Lorelai said with a grin, just as the doorbell rang.
“Speaking of pizza,” Rory said with a smile. “I’ll get that.”
Lorelai nodded, looking down on herself. “And I’ll go change into something more comfortable.”
“I’ll be waiting with food and…something to drink when you get back,” Rory laughed, sending the fridge an apprehensive glance.
“I’ll be back soon,” Lorelai promised.
“Oh, you were gonna tell me where you were before,” Rory called after her.
“Right,” Lorelai said with a slight grimace, pausing halfway up the stairs. “I’ll tell you when I get back down, ok?”
“Yeah, sure,” Rory called back and shrugged, heading for the door.
A couple minutes later Rory was setting plates out on the kitchen table, having finally decided on two bottles of water to drink. And now she was just waiting for Lorelai to come back down. With a quick look out in the hallway she reached out a hand, nibbling a piece of cheese from the pizza.
She stood still and listened up the stairs for a moment and sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting until finally the stairs creaked as Lorelai came bundling down.
“Hey, missed me?” she called down, a basket in her arms, looking around the room for Rory, not finding her.
“Always, mom,” Rory called back with a laugh, pushing off the counter and walked out in the living room.
Lorelai grinned as she saw Rory enter the room and jumped down the last step. “So what’s for dinner?” she asked, putting the basket down on the already filled table. “And where is it?”
Rory shrugged. “I thought, with all the stuff in here, there’d be more space in the kitchen.”
“Ah,” Lorelai nodded, smiling sadly at all the stuff she had collected before she went to the Inn, everything that reminded her of Luke. “I’m just…sorting some stuff out.”
“Mom, are you ok?” Rory asked carefully.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Lorelai said, turning around with a smile. “So, what’s been going on here?”
“Not much,” Rory said slowly, sensing her mother didn’t want to talk about it. “After Logan called I started looking through the fridge. It took a while to sort out all the trash,” she smiled.
“After Logan called?” Lorelai repeated, ignoring the last part. “So, he called?”
“Yeah,” Rory nodded. “From his office. We only talked for a couple minutes, ‘cause he had a meeting to go to, but yeah, he called.”
“Then why do you look so sad?” Lorelai asked.
“I don’t know,” Rory said. “It’s just a feeling. It’s probably nothing.”
Lorelai looked at her concerned and started saying something, but Rory interrupted her.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, ok. I just…” she trailed off. “You said you’d tell me where you were when you got down.”
“Oh,” Lorelai said slowly. “Yeah, I…I was at the hospital.”
“The hospital?” Rory repeated, confused, sitting down in the chair opposite of her.
“Yeah, with Luke,” Lorelai nodded. “I…”
“What?” Rory asked, getting worried. “Something happened to Luke?”
“No, no, Luke’s fine,” Lorelai hurriedly assured her.
Rory shook her head, even more confused. “Then what?”
“It’s… “Lorelai started, but trailed off. “I wanted to tell you myself, ‘cause you never know how it would sound after a couple hours in the gossip mill.”
“Mom, what’s going on? You’re making me nervous here.”
“I’m sorry,” Lorelai said and nodded. “It’s Jess.”
“Jess?” Rory asked, surprised. “But…he’s not… He’s in Philly.”
“I don’t know what he’s doing here, Luke didn’t tell me. But apparently he was helping out in the diner a couple hours ago when…” Lorelai stopped again, trying to decide how to tell Rory about what had happened.
“When what?” Rory demanded. “You can’t just leave me there.”
“Well, Taylor was having this ceremony for unveiling a traffic camera and…” She stopped and shook her head when Rory opened her mouth to protest again. “Let me finish, ok?”
“Ok,” Rory nodded.
“Anyway, Kirk was supposed to drive at the stop light, and be photographed, but the flash blinded him or something and he lost control of the car and…” She paused for a second, not sure how to finish.
“And what?” Rory asked anxiously.
Lorelai took a deep breath. “He drove it straight into Luke’s,” she said.
“And?” Rory prodded, even though she was already fairly certain how the story would end.
“And Jess got in the way,” Lorelai finished.
“Oh my god!” Rory exclaimed, staring at her mother in shock. “Is he…” She stopped, not wanting to finish the question. “I mean, did he…?”
Lorelai shook her head. “I don’t know. Luke didn’t know much when I was there. They hadn’t told him anything.”
“But he’s gonna tell us when he knows something, right?” Rory quickly asked. “Right?”
“Yeah,” Lorelai said. “He said he’d call.”
Rory nodded and took a deep breath. “Good.”
“Yeah,” Lorelai said quietly.
They both turned silent, neither knowing what to say after that. Rory fiddled with the hem of her shirt and Lorelai picked at the things in the basket, but soon stopped. She looked up at her daughter, hesitating before talking.
“The pizza is getting cold,” she said, nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
Rory looked up, looking startled. “Oh,” she mumbled. “Right.”
“Should we eat?” Lorelai half asked, half suggested.
“Yeah,” Rory agreed distractedly. “I’m just gonna go out and get some…coke. Much better than water, don’t you think? I’ll be right back.”
Before Lorelai had a time to respond she was on her feet and out the door.
“Ok,” Lorelai said to the empty room, followed by a heavy sigh.
Saturday June 10th, 6:30 PM, Hartford Memorial
“Luke Danes?” someone called out in the otherwise quiet waiting room and Luke immediately rose from his chair, searching for the source of the voice.
What he found was the same doctor, who two and a half hours ago had hurried away with Jess. He was standing not more than three feet in front of him and Luke wondered absentmindedly how he had managed not to hear him approach.
“Mr. Danes?” the doctor asked again, waiting for confirmation, and Luke nodded, his mouth suddenly, or maybe not so suddenly after all, too dry to speak.
“You’re here with a Jess Mariano?” the doctor asked and reached out his hand when Luke once again nodded. “I’m Dr. Daniels.”
“Hi,” Luke managed after swallowing, and took the other man’s hand. “How is he?”
“Well,” Dr. Daniels answered and hesitated for a second, looking down on the pad in his hand, only making Luke even more worried. “He has a broken leg, which you already know, a couple broken ribs and a cut on the back of his head that we had to stitch up.”
Luke nodded when the doctor paused for a second to consult his pad once again.
“Those are the most obvious injuries, together with a lot of scrapes and bruises, especially on his hands and arms,” Dr Daniels continued, and then fell silent again, looking down.
This time Luke could almost sense something wasn’t right, and it made him feel even more uneasy. And the silence didn’t help. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, when the doctor looked up again, a concerned wrinkle on his forehead.
“Our biggest concern is that he’s still unconscious.”
Luke sucked in a sharp breath, not at all prepared for those news. “Unconscious?” he asked flatly. The list before had been bad enough, but it had been three hours and he wasn’t awake. That couldn’t be good, right?
“Yes,” Dr. Daniels confirmed. “We did some scans, and we didn’t detect any bleeding. We won’t know for sure until he in conscious, but as far as we can tell there’s no severe damage. We just have to wait for him to wake up.”
“Wake up,” Luke repeated, slowly looking up at the doctor. “That means he will wake up, right?” he asked, his voice rising a little. “I mean, he’s not in a coma. Right?”
“No, I wouldn’t call it a coma,” the doctor assured him. “And we’re confident he will wake up within the next twenty four hours.”
“And what if he doesn’t?” Luke couldn’t stop himself from asking. He didn’t really want to hear the answer, didn’t even want to think about it, but he couldn’t avoid the question.
“Then we will make more tests and take it from there,” Dr. Daniels said carefully. “But that’s not the scenario we’re working after at the moment.”
“Ok,” Luke said quietly, nodding slowly, not quite able to shake his worries.
“Once he wakes up we will keep him under observation for a couple of days, to make sure he’s alright, and the head injury didn’t cause any additional damage. When he is released, he will still require observation during the first week. And he will need some help in the beginning before his ribs and hands heal enough for him to use the crutches.”
“Right,” Luke nodded. “He won’t like that,” he added with a short, humorless laugh.
“That’s usually the case,” Dr. Daniels agreed, smiling. “But it should also help him get back on his feet faster.”
Luke nodded in reply. “Can I see him?”
“Yes, of course,” Dr. Daniels answered. “I’ll have the nurse show you to his room. And as I said, we’re positive he will wake up soon.”
“Thanks,” Luke said, grateful for the doctor’s positive attitude, even if it didn’t do much to ease his worries.
Dr. Daniels nodded in response and walked off towards the nurses’ station. He talked with one of the nurses briefly before disappearing through a pair of doors at the far end of the room.
“Mr. Danes,” the nurse called a moment later, after checking some papers at the desk.
Luke shifted his gaze to her face. “Yeah,” he muttered, and the nurse smiled, walking out from behind the desk.
“If you follow me, please,” she continued and Luke fell into step behind her as she passed him and walked down a corridor.
They walked in silence the short way to Jess’ room where the nurse opened the door for him. “Here it is,” Mr. Danes,” she said with a smile and walked back down the corridor.
Luke stood just outside the door a couple moments, listening to the beeping of the machines, before taking a deep breath and walking in. He had never liked hospitals and this time was no different. In fact it was maybe worse, but he pushed away that thought and walked up to the bed.
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