01.11.2004, 15:08
gut okay, neuer Teil, get out the Kleenex (or not
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The next few weeks passed in a blur, their lives flying by, Lorelai had appointed Martin as a substitute to work for her, heâd seemed like the best choice.
She wasnât able to concentrate anymore so it didnât make sense for her to torture herself into work and the stabbing pain in her head was a silent companion wherever she went.
As said, their lives went by in a blur until one day it began to focus when Luke pulled up to the house and sensed straight away that something was wrong.
He decided to let it go and stepped into the quiet house.
Theyâd dismissed every servant in this household, he didnât want too many people bothering her anymore.
He went up the stairs, thinking that she was asleep and trying not to wake her. When he didnât find her in their bed he looked into the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be seen.
âLorelai?â he called but didnât get an answer.
Maybe sheâs out in the garden⦠or⦠he didnât even want to think of the âorâ. He went downstairs because upstairs was definitely Lorelai-less and pulled open the kitchen door.
Thatâs when he saw her.
Sprawled on the kitchen tiles, a shattered plate had cut her finger and blood was running from it.
âLorelai?â he asked, praying that sheâd just stand up, smile at him, make some wise ass comment and everything was fine. But he prayed in vain because she just lay there, motionless.
He dashed for the telephone and dialled 911 in a frenzy, barely able to hold the phone still, he was shaking with terror. He ordered an ambulance to the house and theyâd told him to check up on her, maybe sheâll wake up.
So he went back into the kitchen and cleaned up the blood, then sat next to her and put a shaky hand on her shoulder. It was cold as ice and he withdrew his hand, eyes wide.
He didnât dare check her pulse but when he took her hand into his, he felt it. Flickering like the wings of a butterfly, but it was still there.
Tears ran down his face, the first ones he had allowed to flow since hearing the bad news months ago.
He heard the sirens approaching and went to the door to open the gates, wiping his face on his sleeve.
The ambulance guys hurried in with a stretcher and hurried back out with Lorelai. He stood at the door, frozen to the spot until one of the guys asked him something.
âWhat?â
âI asked if you wanted to go with the ambulance of if you just wanted to follow us?â
âIf itâs okay, Iâd like to go with you, Iâm not so sure if I can drive safelyâ his weak attempt at humor was rewarded with a sympathetic smile from the paramedic and then he got into the ambulance car.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, their lives flying by, Lorelai had appointed Martin as a substitute to work for her, heâd seemed like the best choice.
She wasnât able to concentrate anymore so it didnât make sense for her to torture herself into work and the stabbing pain in her head was a silent companion wherever she went.
As said, their lives went by in a blur until one day it began to focus when Luke pulled up to the house and sensed straight away that something was wrong.
He decided to let it go and stepped into the quiet house.
Theyâd dismissed every servant in this household, he didnât want too many people bothering her anymore.
He went up the stairs, thinking that she was asleep and trying not to wake her. When he didnât find her in their bed he looked into the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be seen.
âLorelai?â he called but didnât get an answer.
Maybe sheâs out in the garden⦠or⦠he didnât even want to think of the âorâ. He went downstairs because upstairs was definitely Lorelai-less and pulled open the kitchen door.
Thatâs when he saw her.
Sprawled on the kitchen tiles, a shattered plate had cut her finger and blood was running from it.
âLorelai?â he asked, praying that sheâd just stand up, smile at him, make some wise ass comment and everything was fine. But he prayed in vain because she just lay there, motionless.
He dashed for the telephone and dialled 911 in a frenzy, barely able to hold the phone still, he was shaking with terror. He ordered an ambulance to the house and theyâd told him to check up on her, maybe sheâll wake up.
So he went back into the kitchen and cleaned up the blood, then sat next to her and put a shaky hand on her shoulder. It was cold as ice and he withdrew his hand, eyes wide.
He didnât dare check her pulse but when he took her hand into his, he felt it. Flickering like the wings of a butterfly, but it was still there.
Tears ran down his face, the first ones he had allowed to flow since hearing the bad news months ago.
He heard the sirens approaching and went to the door to open the gates, wiping his face on his sleeve.
The ambulance guys hurried in with a stretcher and hurried back out with Lorelai. He stood at the door, frozen to the spot until one of the guys asked him something.
âWhat?â
âI asked if you wanted to go with the ambulance of if you just wanted to follow us?â
âIf itâs okay, Iâd like to go with you, Iâm not so sure if I can drive safelyâ his weak attempt at humor was rewarded with a sympathetic smile from the paramedic and then he got into the ambulance car.
ich hab die schnauze voll, ich geh schaukeln...