Gilmore Girls Season 8

Episode Four: Part Five

JESS *** 

I hummed a Black Sabbath song as I walked up to my beaten up car. It had been a particularly long day of getting to know my birth mother then continuing to work on my new book.

Steam had seriously picked up with the amount of copies selling of the last book I wrote. I was thoroughly impressed due to the fact that the book wasn't more than my thoughts on our current society and how it's utter shit but people seemed to enjoy it more than my first book, plus it paid rent on-top of the publishing job I had kept with a small company for years. A author named Lucas Scott (A/N: OTH fans, where are you?)had decided to leave his publishing company and go with a smaller, more down-to-earth one that happened to be ours. He was a pretty calm and collected guy who liked going out to get the occasional beer. It was very different from what we expected Lucas to be like. When we've had high-profile authors come to our company in the past, they've been pompous asses' quite honestly. 

I hit the button to unlock my car and felt an unknown blow to my side from behind.



RORY ***

I picked up my phone, holding my breath as I saw that Luke was calling me. Luke never calls. Luke hates even using his cellphone unless it's for my mom.

"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Rory, it's Luke- well- you know that because caller-ID, I don't want you to freak out first off because it's very, very minor and the situation is fine and they're fine it's not like-" 
"Luke," 
"Getting to the point," He said. "Jess got pretty beat up, we're headed to the New York Queens Hospital right now, Jess is already there. Some guy found him and brought him to the hospital." I paused and tried to figure out what to do first. Keys, I need keys. "There's another thing, too." He added. "Logan's beat up, too." 
What? Logan and Jess? "How-" I started to ask.w
"Jess is unconscious still, Logan's not talking." 
"I'm on my way." 

I drove the fastest I have ever driven to get to the hospital. The hour and a half it took to get there drove me insane as I tried to do things to keep my mind off of Logan and Jess. I counted the fast-food signs. I counted the amount of taxis I passed when I got in New York City. Luke had said it was minor, didn't he? Logan and Jess. Jess and Logan. Was it a fight? Did they get mugged? How did they both get mugged at the same place at the same time? Why were they together? 
I parked in the hospital parking lot and raced inside as I called my mom. 
"Where are you and Luke? Where's Jess? What floor do I need to be on?" I panicked. 
"Rory, breathe. He's fine. Third floor, room 310."