I know this is scary, but this is the last chapter! However, there is a sequel in the works that will take place a couple of months after this chapter ends. I really loved writing this, so I'm glad everyone stuck with me and enjoyed it as well!
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Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Gilmore Girls is not mine. The Sonata Arctica lyrics at the end of the chapter are not mine. I think you get the point.
The Rest of the Sun Belongs to Me
"They won't let me in!" Rory dissolved to tears in Lorelai's arms again. Luke paced the room as Rory turned into a concerned little girl.
"Honey, we need to let the doctors do what the doctors need to do," Lorelai said calmly as she smoothed down Rory's hair.
"That's easy for you to say!" she exclaimed tearfully. "His heart stopped! Jess was in there, we were arguing, and his heart stopped! Mom, do you know how terrifying that is?" Rory sobbed. "We argued and if he dies, it could be my fault!"
"Rory, it isn't your fault," Luke said softly.
"He was yelling! I was yelling! We were…yelling!" Rory rambled.
"I know, Rory," Lorelai said.
"He could die!" Rory mentioned frantically. "And we were yelling. And he could die…"
Rory hugged her teddy bear close. She could barely make his features out in the darkness of her room. She sat up and saw Lorelai slumped in the chair by her bed. She looked exhausted, but Rory could tell she wasn't asleep.
"Do you feel better?" Lorelai asked groggily.
"I think I slept. I don't remember," Rory said softly. Her sheets crinkled as she shifted in bed. "Mommy, can you sleep with me tonight? I think I need you to."
Lorelai nodded and hoisted herself out of the chair. She had been sitting there for over seven hours, causing her severe back pain. Gratefully, she sunk underneath the covers with her daughter. "Do you want to talk?" she asked.
"He's doing okay," Lorelai said.
"His heart stopped on three different occasions." Rory paused. "I didn't think the accident was this bad, mom."
"Kid, it wasn't so much the accident. You know Jess was driving when that truck hit his side of the car. I'm guessing it's pretty bad when your ribs puncture your lungs. It sounds pretty gruesome. Then the whole spleen thing. That's what is really the problem. Jess is a fighter. He'll be back on his feet in no time at all," Lorelai tried to convince Rory.
"Mom. I love him. I love Jess. I don't know what I would do if this was more serious than it already is!" Rory buried her face in her pillow. "You can't understand what I'm going through right now. I love that you're trying to comfort me, but you can't honestly say that you know how I feel right now."
Lorelai sighed. Rory was absolutely right. She had never been in the position her daughter was in. If she closed her eyes and imagined it in her head with Luke lying there, helpless and so sick he could die, she could see it off in the distance. "I know. I don't have this kind of experience and I'm lucky. I just want you to come out of this a little less hurt and frustrated than you are now."
"I just want Jess back," Rory said softly. "We were supposed to go book shopping and have dinner. We never got around to that part of the night. I just wish that stupid truck didn't run the red light. I'm never going to get over the panic…the fear…the absolute terror I felt as the headlights poured into the car. It's hard, mom, it's really hard to forget this kind of experience."
"I think you should rest for a bit." Lorelai kissed Rory's forehead and pulled the covers over both of them. "We'll get some beauty sleep and take a ride over to the hospital in the morning. It's late. We can't go now, so we'll have to wait a little while."
"I want him to know it's me. I want him to see me and talk to me and love me," Rory said softly as she started to fade.
"I know, babe. Believe me, that's all everyone wants."
"You really scared Rory," Luke said as he tightened his grip on Jess's hand. "Hell, you scared me." Luke looked around the room. It was completely empty. He was wearing a sterile yellow gown and a white hat. Ridiculous was the only was to put how he looked. The gown and hat were obviously not his biggest problems. Right now, he was more concerned with the infection Jess had contracted. The kid was burning up. Doctors and nurses kept checking in on him, taking his temperature, and administering different types of medication. Jess looked paler and skinnier than Luke had ever seen him. As Lorelai had told him before, Jess was a fighter. Luke knew he would get through this.
Timidly, Rory knocked on the doorframe. Her own sterile gown was clutched in one hand. Luke slid out the door to speak with Rory.
"He's in isolation. That sounds bad," Rory said softly.
"It might be. They aren't sure," Luke said as he took his white shower cap like hat off.
Rory nodded. "No word then?"
"Nope, nothing at all."
"Great. That's great," Rory said under her breath.
"I know they're trying," Luke said. "Jess will get better."
"He's a fighter. I know. I have had multiple people inform me of that today. Not that I didn't know it before. It's obvious that Jess is a fighter. Jess is headstrong. He's tough. He'll make it." Rory sunk into the chair next to her. "He has to make it. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't make it."
"Don't worry. He's going to make it." Luke sighed and sat down next to Rory. "I know things don't look too good right now."
"No, they don't," she agreed.
"But we're going to have to take this in stride. This is just another obstacle. Jess will make it through."
Rory looked at Luke as if she expected him to say more. "That's it? What does that even mean?"
"I'm not sure. It sounded good before I said it, but I think something got a little jumbled up there. I haven't been sleeping well," Luke explained.
"You don't have to explain. I get it. I'm sorry this is all happening. I hate it too, but I especially hate that you don't deserve this." Rory looked at the floor. "It feels like something is a little jumbled up there with me too. I can't think of the right thing to say anymore."
Luke reached over and held Rory as he would a daughter. "Rory, you know I care about you. You can't say anything wrong. And you're here, so that's helping me," he said.
"Thank you, Luke. At least I know I can help." She looked down at her shoes again. "Is it okay if I go on there? I mean, I know I need to put the gown on, but can I go in there? It's only one person in at a time. I understand if you need a little more time. That's fine with me. I can wait. You can go ahead and just let me know when you're done and then I'll go in," Rory rambled.
"No. It's fine. I've been in with Jess for two hours straight so far."
"Okay." Rory nodded. "Thanks, Luke. You know, for everything."
She slipped into the gown and put the hat over her hair. Luke remained in the hallway, but he tipped his head back. Rory knew that was probably the only chance he would have for sleep for a while. Carefully, she pressed the button on the door and let herself in. It felt like Jess was protected in a little plastic bubble. She was not sure how to react to his appearance.
"Jess…" her sentence hung in the air as she took his hand in her own. "I hate that we fought. I know you probably can't hear me, but I wanted to apologize. I know I shouldn't have said anything. I understand now what happened." She squeezed his hand gently. "I love you Jess. I'm so scared of losing you. This whole fiasco has been horrible. Everyone is just running amuck." She squeezed his hand and he appeared to have squeezed back. "Jess? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand again." Jess squeezed harder. "Please, can you try opening your eyes?"
Jess struggled. His eyelids felt heavy with sleep as he tried to open them. He heard Rory calling in the distance as he squeezed her hand one more time. Finally, he blinked. He opened his left eye and immediately shut it when the light hit him the wrong way. "Ror…ry," he said groggily.
"Jess!" she exclaimed.
"You're wearing a stupid dress," he said. His voice was much less broken up.
"You're in isolation. I had to wear this stupid dress to see you." She brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead.
"I died," he said bluntly.
Rory nodded. Her eyes filled with tears. "I know."
"I died. But I'm alive now."
"I know." Rory began to sob.
"I'm going to get better."
"Jess, you came back to me," Rory said, the tears still filling her eyes.
"You're my sun, Rory. I can't think of anything without you there. You light up my world." Jess smiled and grabbed Rory's hands. "You're my sun. I thought I was going to die Rory, out in the cold. I remember bits and pieces. I don't know what I did, but somehow I got you. It's like you fell from the sky. You're like a part of the sun. You're my part of the sun." Jess smiled. He knew he was talking a lot, but he couldn't help it.
"You're not making a lot of sense, Jess."
"I died, Rory."
Rory tried to smile. "I know. I heard. We've covered this before."
"I died," Jess repeated. "I'm alive because of you. I don't know how, but you're mine. You're my sun."
Rory smiled and tried to ease herself into the slightly large bed.
"You brought me back to life."
I have no feelings, there is no more sunlight.
The darkest hour is now here.
I must have lost it for good, staying here without a fight.
Out in the cold and windy night.
Still waiting for a sign.
I know there is still a day for me.
One short moment is still enough for me.
Bring me life with your ray of light.
If only I found a small piece of the fallen sun...
I wait for the day that will come.
Wait for the sunlight, wait for the one.
You can do what you want with the sea,
but the rest of the sun belongs to me.