Sick Jess, Worried Luke

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Jess had been feeling awful all day. Ever since he went to bed last night he'd had this aching, stick feeling in his stomach that just kept getting worse. On top of that, he was boiling. He felt like he was sitting in the fiery pits of Mordor and he wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and lie down.

"Jess, come on, those tables aren't gonna clear themselves!" Luke called from behind the counter. Jess closed his eyes as his head throbbed with the noise. He swallowed hard against the nausea rising his throat.

Luke had been in a bad mood all day, something to do with Taylor, no surprises there. Jesse really didn't want to make it worse, but if he had to stay down here one more minute smelling eggs and bacon and other forms of greasy food...

Jess swallowed hard again and walked over to the counter.

"Uncle Luke?" he rasped, wincing slightly as the pain in his stomach throbbed, worse than before. It was actually starting to burn now.

Luke looked up and did a double take when he saw his nephew's face. Jess was pale, he actually looked a little green, and he was sweating like crazy.

"God, you look awful," Luke said.

"Gee thanks," Jess grumbled.

"No, I just... are you okay?" Luke asked in concern.

"Can I go upstairs?" Jess asked.

"You feeling sick?" Luke asked and Jess nodded once, the pain in his head and stomach spiking.

"Yeah, yeah, go on," Luke said, "Get some sleep, I'll come up in a minute if you need anything."

"Thanks," Jess mumbled, turning away from his uncle and starting to walk towards the stairs. However, he had only made it a few steps when the pain seared through him and his legs gave out, sending Jess crashing to the floor.

"Jess!" Luke rushed forward and knelt next to his nephew as the people in the diner stood and peered over the counter.

"Caesar! Call 911 and get everyone out of here!" Luke shouted.

Caesar dialled and then began herding people out of the diner.

"Jess? Jess?" Luke brushed the hair back from his nephew's forehead, noticing immediately how Jess was burning up.

"Luke," Jess groaned.

"I'm right here Jess," Luke said, "What's going on? Talk to me kid."

"Luke?" he heard someone call and looked up to see Lorelai leaning over the counter. "Oh my god! What happened?"

"I don't know," Luke said. "Caesar, where the hell is that ambulance?"

"It's on it's way!" Caesar called as Lorelai hurried around the counter.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"He was us going upstairs... he felt sick," Luke said, "And then..." Luke gestured to his groaning nephew lying on the floor.

"Luke," Jess groaned again. The seventeen year old wasn't totally sure what had happened. He was having a hard time focusing on anything except the pain he was feeling. He could hear Luke talking to him, but it sounded like his uncle was underwater.

"Luke," he mumbled, "Hurts."

"What hurts Jess?" Luke asked. "What hurts?"

Before Jess could even attempt to answer though, the paramedics had entered and rushed over.