Luke offers Lorelai some coffee, but she declines, saying that she's had enough that morning already. "Oh, right," he says, smiling. "Battling the hangover." Lorelai blinks, worried that he's heard the whole story of her toast. "Patty filled me in, you know," he says. "Tequila shots, you taking the mic..." Lorelai looks very worried now, and starts rambling that she hadn't realized what she was saying, but he interrupts: "I hear you really belted it out. 'Endless Love.'" Patty jumps in: "The song, honey," she says, hinting hard at Lorelai, who finally catches on that Patty has covered for her with Luke. "Ohhhh," Lorelai says. "Well, is there really any other way to sing 'Endless Love'? I mean, if you're not going to belt it out, you might as well just stay in your seat." True. Luke smirks that everybody does embarrassing stuff at weddings, and goes off to get something from the kitchen. Patty rushes over and explains to Lorelai that she's already gotten to the whole town, and everyone is on board with the "Endless Love" story. Lorelai thanks her, saying she owes Patty one. "Oh, honey, please," Patty says. "I've given more drunken toasts than Colin Farrell. You owe me nothin'." Lorelai thanks her again, and Patty goes on: "That Luke. It may take a mule team, but you're getting him to the altar someday." Poor Lorelai says, "Yeah, someday," and puts her head in her hands, and sighs.
Rory sits on a bench in the hospital hallway, and calls Paris, who rages about the laziness of her the university system and her professors: "Why not just hand us our diplomas the moment we step on campus as freshmen, along with some government cheese, a bong, and a t-shirt that reads 'Hard Work Is For Suckers.'" Rory finally interrupts to tell her about Logan and his accident. Paris is concerned, and asks several questions about how Logan looks and how he is breathing. Rory gets more and more upset, and asks whether she can read Logan's chart to Paris over the phone and have her translate it. "Forget it," Paris says. "I don't know how to read charts yet. I can tell you everything you want to know about the difference between recessive and dominant eye color genes in fruit flies, but God forbid I learn how to read a chart before I'm a fourth-year surgical resident." Paris asks what hospital Logan's in and about his attending physician. Rory tries to shrug her off, saying that the hospital isn't going to release information to non-family. "Just give me the name," Paris says, sternly. "I'll call you right back." Rory hangs up, and seconds later we hear a distant phone ring. The nurse at the end of the hall answers the desk phone and begins arguing with someone on the other end of the line: "That language is simply not necessary!" She hands the phone off to the doctor, who must take an earful, because when he finally hangs up, he wipes his brow. A few more seconds go by, and Rory's phone rings again. It's Paris, with all the news about Logan. According to the doctor, Logan was bleeding internally when he came in, but he's stabilized now and on IV antibiotics. He has a partially collapsed lung, six broken ribs, a broken ankle, torn cartilage in both knees, and a severe concussion. (Weirdly, my brother was in a car accident about eleven years ago, and had almost the exact same list of injuries, except with a few more thrown in. He is as strong as a bull, but still has problems with his back and knees.) Rory gets more and more upset as she hears about Logan's surgery -- which, though it went well, was scary. Paris says that the doctors expect Logan to make a full recovery, after rehab, being young and strong: "He could have died. Those guys are idiots." Rory sincerely thanks her for being such a good friend, but Paris says that her flaying of the medical profession was fun, and that Rory should call her if she needs anything else.