Lori sighed as she paced the waiting room floor of the hospital. Hands clasped together deep in thought, she prayed that Luke would be alright. Sitting down in a chair near a window, Lori sighed heavily, her chin in her hand. Jesse, the wise dear old man, Walked over to Lori, sitting down in a chair nearest to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder consolingly, he rubbed it softly and gave er a kind smile. "He'll be ok Lori... just you wait and see, he's a fighter... he'll pull out of it.." Lori turned around in her seat smiling at the kind man's face. "I'm not worried about that uncle Jesse, I'm worried more for his physical health, if something bad happens to him in that way, poor Luke'll just give up..." Lori was almost in tears as she choked up the last few words. Jesse sighed and took her into his arms rocking her gently.