THE GILMORE GIRLS

S1 E10 : "Forgivness and Stuff" (Part 2)

Rory and I walked down the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the hospital, the quiet hum of machinery and distant chatter of nurses filling the background. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air, a stark reminder of where we were and why. The hospital was bustling with activity, but it felt like we were in our own little bubble, separated from the world by worry.

"I can't believe this is happening," Rory said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was a mixture of fear and frustration.

"I know," I replied, my thoughts were heavy with concern for Grandpa. "He looked so out of it during dinner. I should have noticed something was wrong."

"It's not your fault, Eva," Rory said, trying to reassure me. "None of us could have known."

We turned a corner, passing a waiting room where anxious families sat, their faces mirrors of our own worry. I couldn't help but think about how fragile everything seemed. One moment, we were at a family dinner, and the next, we were here, waiting for news that could change everything.

"I hate hospitals," I muttered, more to myself than to Rory.

"Me too," Rory agreed, her eyes scanning the corridor. "But Grandpa's strong. He'll get through this."

I nodded, though my mind was still racing with worst-case scenarios. "I just wish we knew more. The waiting is the worst part." I huffed.

"Yeah," Rory said quietly, glancing at me. "And Grandma...she lied through the whole dinner about why Mom wasn't there."

"Don't even get me started on that," I replied, my irritation flaring up again. "She didn't think we'd notice. Or did she think we wouldn't care?"

Rory sighed. "I don't know. It was so obvious. She uninvited Mom and then made up that whole flu story. And did you see how she kept changing her explanations? First it was work, then it was the flu. It's like she can't help herself."

"It was a typical Grandma move," I said, shaking my head. "Always so obsessed with appearances. It's like she thinks if she controls the narrative, everything will be fine. But it just makes everything worse."

Rory stopped and leaned against the wall facing me, her expression conflicted. "I get that she wants everything to be perfect, but it's exhausting. And now, with Grandpa...I don't even know how she's handling this."

"She's probably in full control mode," I said, crossing my arms. "Trying to manage everything and everyone, like she always does. But this isn't something she can control." I shrugged.

We stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. The sterile environment of the hospital only added to the surreal feeling of the night.

Rory sighed again. "I just want Grandpa to be okay. Everything else...we can deal with that later."

"Yeah," I agreed, my voice softer. "We can deal with Grandma's lies and the family drama later. Right now, we just need to focus on Grandpa."

We continued walking, each step echoing in the quiet hallways. Despite the tension and fear, there was comfort in having Rory by my side. At least we were in this together, facing the uncertainty and supporting each other through whatever came next.

As we rounded another corner, I glanced at Rory, feeling a surge of gratitude for my sister. "We'll get through this," I said giving her a hug, more to reassure myself than her.

"We will," she replied, offering a small smile, hugging me back. "No matter what happens, we'll get through it together."

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Rory and I followed the sound of Grandma's voice echoing down the sterile hospital hallway. As we approached, we could hear the strain in her tone, a mixture of frustration and worry that made my stomach knot even tighter.