Brooke entered Lucas's hospital room, her eyes already filled with tears. What was she going to say to him? She pulled up the chair and took his hand, feeling the warmth that came from it. At least he wasn't dead.
She took in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She glanced to the window, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment as she tried to think of something to say. The doctors told them it would be good to talk to him, try to get him out of the coma he was in. But what was the point? It wasn't like he could hear her.
Brooke looked back to him, more tears coming to her eyes. "Hey," she said quietly, "it's me." She pulled her hand away from his, finding it harder to talk with the feel of his skin against her own. She folded her hands on his bed, looking down at them.
"Karen's a wreck. So is everyone else, Luke," she whispered. She quickly wiped away a few tears that had fallen from her eyes. "You need to wake up. Peyton needs you to wake up," she paused for a moment. "I need you to wake up," she said so softly that she could barely hear her own voice.
Glancing out the window again, Brooke let out another sigh. She was exhausted emotionally, and she wasn't sure if she could take another minute of this. She stood up slowly, as if making a sudden movement would scare Lucas.
"Come on Broody," she said as she took his hand again, "we need you." She stood still for a moment, waiting for a reaction from him; anything to show that he had heard her. When she got nothing, and the tears were threatening to flow freely, Brooke had to pull herself away. She walked out of the room, throwing one last glance over her shoulder at Lucas.
She walked out into the hallway and leaned against the wall, resting her head against it as she tried to gain control of her emotions. A door opened down the hallway and Peyton came running down, grabbing hold of Brooke's arms.
"Haley's awake!" she said excitedly then was gone in a flash, leaving the brunette to try to make sense of what she'd said. Once the words registered in her brain she pushed off the wall, racing down the hallway to the chapel where Nathan was.
When she arrived there, Peyton was already grabbed Nathan's arm, pulling him out of the area. She could see the pained, but joyous, look on the boy's face as he raced down the hallway. Brooke stood still for a moment, watching him and Peyton head back down the hallway.
She didn't have to watch Peyton to know which door she'd gone into. Brooke let out another exhausted breath and walked over to one of the pews, sitting down carefully on the wood. She stretched her arms out on the back on the one in front of her, hanging her head between them.
"I know I'm not really someone you want to hear from," she said quietly, "but I need to ask you a favor. And I know it's probably way too late for you to even listen to me, but hear me out, okay?" Brooke paused for a moment, surprised at herself that she was talking to something she didn't have a whole lot of faith in.
"Just please, let Lucas be okay. That's all I need from you." She closed her eyes, focusing on trying to bring him back to the world. Even if he was just her friend now, she knew that losing Lucas Scott would tear a whole in her world. One so large that she was certain no one would be able to fix.