Title: The Whole Package

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Jess is hurt more than we thought in Teach Me Tonight.

The car smashed into the bench/telephone pole. Jess's vision went white for an eternity, before the world came sharply back into focus. Rory. Jess quickly looked over at his blue eyed friend, who currently had her eyes squeezed shut. She clutched her wrist to her chest, her breath coming out in harsh gasps.

Jess forced himself to function. He took off her seat belt carefully.

"Rory, are you alright?" He asked, his usual speech form failing him. He tried to make his sentence very clear to her, saying all the words slowly and perfectly.

"My arm. It-it hit the..dashboard." She informed him, her voice tight with pain.

"Anything else? Anything at all?" He pressed. When she gave him the negative in response, he carefully reached into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone. "I'm calling an ambulance," his vision went white, and he was sure he was dead. He couldn't feel from the waist down, but he knew he had to do this before he passed out. When his vision came back, he called the emergency number. The dispatcher told him there would be a paramedic there shortly.

"You're gonna be ok," He assured Rory a few times, focusing solely on saying the worlds. He felt like he was gripping a piece of grass to keep from falling into space. Making sure Rory was alright was his grass.

"I know," She said, a tear running down her cheek. She brushed it away impatiently.

"Sorry," He told her. She didn't reply. The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder.

The paramedics asked them vigorous questions before attempting to remove them from the car. Eventually satisfied that there wasn't an issue with removing them, they carefully helped them out.

"Aw, God, kid," One of the paramedics said, staring at Jess in horror once they had a better look at him. Jess stared blankly, his knees slowly giving out on him. The man clutched his upper arms as he moved downward. Somewhere in the background, Rory was screaming. Jess felt nothing. The assembled crew threw him onto his back in the ambulance. Jess stared blankly at the ceiling. Rory was sobbing hysterically and screaming something that sounded foreign to his ears. The paramedics were talking to him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. Rory was being taken care of, and that's what mattered. The blackness that formed around the edge of his mind took him completely.

"Mom, I need you to be calm, ok? Really calm,"

"Rory. What is it?" Lorelai's voice lost its jubilant tone with frightening speed.

"Jess and I went out for ice cream, alright? An animal- I think it was a deer- jumped in from of the road. We swerved and hit a pole. The car is totaled, but I am FINE, alright? They say I only have a fractured wrist. I am OK."

Lorelai froze, speechless. "I'm gonna kill Jess. Flay him alive- destroy him!"

"Where are you?" She said aloud.

"Hartford General Hospital," Rory replied.

"I'll be right there," She slammed the phone down and, barely pausing to grab a coat, ran to Luke's diner.

Luke was there, predictably. He was sitting behind the counter, counting money.

"Damn that hoodlum of yours, Luke!"

"What?"

"He- Rory- ice cream, and-and a deer! And now they are in the hospital and I'm gonna kill Jess!" Lorelai screeched, gesturing wildly with her hands, so vigorously that at one point Luke was forced to move his head to avoid being clobbered by the over zealous Mom.

"Lorelai! Slow. Down. What about a hospital? And what does ice cream-" Lorelai sighed in frustration.

"Luke! Rory and Jess went out to get ice cream, and a deer came at them, and they- He! I bet Jess was driving! He swerved and hit a telephone pole! Rory is in the hospital because of that JERK!"

"Is-is she ok?" Luke asked, flabbergasted.

"No, Luke! She's in the hospital with a fractured wrist!"

"And what about Jess- is he hurt?"

"No, He's not hurt! He did the hurting!"

Luke's mind reeled.

"Why did you do this!"

"Do what?"

"Bring him here! He nearly killed my daughter tonight, Luke! Everybody hated him, everybody knew he was trouble but you wouldn't listen and you wouldn't send him home and now my daughter is in the hospital! Why didn't you make him leave?"

"He's my nephew, Lorelai, I have an obligation to take care of him, ok?"

"Where are you going?"

"I- I don't even know if the kid is ok. I gotta go, Lorelai," Luke said, and left the diner. Lorelai ran out after him.

"Well, if you're driving to the hospital, take me along."

Luke didn't respond, letting her know that he wasn't exactly happy with her at the moment. Luke's cell phone rang, and he let out a sigh.

"You have a cell phone?" Lorelai sniffed, as she was crying at this point.

"Yes," Luke grudgingly admitted. "For emergencies only. Answer it for me, will you? I'm trying to drive." He handed her the black cell phone, and she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Mr. Danes there?"

"Uhm, he's directed me to take this call for him, could you just-"

"Please give him this message: His nephew Jess Mariano is in the hospital, he's been in a car accident- I'm afraid it's serious, and that Mr. Danes should come to Hartford General Hospital at his earliest convenience. It's an emergency."

"Right, I will. Thank you." She ended the call. The urgency in the mans voice set her on edge. Jess wasn't actually.. hurt, was he?

"What did he say?"

"Uhm, Luke- Jess's in the hospital. I guess he was hurt too-"

"You guess?" Luke repeated incredulously.

"The guy said it was an emergency- that-that it was serious." She stammered. Luke pushed the car to 60 mph, ignoring the white '35 miles per hour' sign on the side of the road. Lorelai's eyes widened and she buckled her seat belt quickly.

Lorelai rushed into Rory's room, with Luke- who had been denied any information past the fact that Jess was in the ER- closely following.

After Lorelai was sure Rory was alright, Luke finally brought himself to ask it.

"Jess- what happened to him? No ones telling me anything." Luke was pale and shaking and desperate.

"Oh god, Luke." Rory let out a choked sob when she was asked it. "He had- a- my windshield wiper- it broke off in the crash and went threw his chest."

End Chapter.
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