Recovering in the non-physical sense
"Dad, are we still going fishing tomorrow?" William asked. "Of course," Luke replied, "I just have to finish up a few things before then, okay?" William nodded. He was pleasantly surprised the trip was still on even after Luke found out he had to pick up a shipment in Bridgeport. While they were talking more and more people were filing out of the diner. The breakfast rush was over and the mid-morning lull began. Only Kirk was left. Luke and Will had an early lunch and nice conversation. Will left shortly after the lunch crowd came.
William walked the short pathway to his house, and went into the backyard. He found his eight year old brother, Luka, playing in the backyard. He was swinging on the swings. He was giggling. The scene brought a smile to William's face. He sat on the swing parallel to Luka's. They talked and then Will went into the house. Although, the air conditioning was broken, so it was basically hell to the twelve year old. Will mumbled something about no good Kirk and walked over to the fridge. The put his head in the freezer and kept it there.
Luke came home to find Will's head in the freezer like an ostrich who puts his head in the sand. "Will what are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to keep cool." Luke rolled his eyes. "Listen, I'm going to go get that shipment. I'll be back soon." "Alright whatever." Once again Luke did the customary eye roll and walked away.
When Luke left, it was 3:00 pm. It was now 8:00 pm. Luke was still not home. Lorelai and the rest of the gang were ready for dinner. Lorelai and rest were worried. Luke had not called and had only gone to Bridgeport. He shouldn't take this long. Lorelai was just about to call Luke when the phone rang. The voice was definitely not Luke's. It was a doctor's calling to say he had been in an accident and was now in a coma.