Chapter 2

Lucas was sitting on Brooke's bathroom floor. Staring blankly at the bloodstain she left behind. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. So many thoughts were running through he head. He didn't understand how no one knew that this was happening to her all this time. He blamed himself for the hurt he caused her. He blamed himself.

Brooke was immediately taken to the hospital, but Lucas didn't dare go with her. He knew that right now she wouldn't want him there, and if she woke up and saw him their, it might cause her to have a panic attack or it would damager her health even more. He would not risk it.

About a half an hour later, Lucas her loud footsteps on the staircase, they were coming towards Brooke's bedroom and when they reached the bathroom he knew who it was, but he didn't take his eyes off the blood spot. "Lucas, oh my god," she sat down next to him and slid her slender arm into his muscular one, "I am so sorry. I can't believe this," tears started to form in her eyes, "please tell me she is ok."

"Hales, I wish I could say she was. When I opened that door," he slowly pointed to the entrance of the bathroom, "I never expected to see this. I never wanted to see this. Haley, she was limp, cold and I . . . I thought she was gone," tears started falling down his already tear-stained cheeks, "I can't loose her. I won't."

Lucas for the first time took his eyes off the ground and slowly stood up from his spot on the tile. He helped Haley up and then ran out of the Davis house and jumped into the red truck he arrived in. Haley following quickly behind also joined him in the passenger seat.

There was silence on the way to the hospital, while Lucas was driving at unbreakable speeds. Haley was nervous something terrible was going to happen to them, but she didn't want to distract Lucas. He had been through a horrible ordeal and she just felt that no one could reach him until he found out about Brooke's condition. 3 minutes later, he pulled in front of the hospital and half-hazardly parked his car in the fire lane. He opened the door of his car and sprinted inside the revolving hospital doors.

He looked all over the place for the front desk so he could ask where Brooke was, and after about 10 minutes of searching he finally found it. Sitting behind it was a plump, middle-aged woman with grayish hair and round, librarian glasses. He asked her "Where is Brooke Davis?"

She replied, "She entered the hospital a little while ago, but now she is in surgery."

"Surgery?" He asked.

"Yes, it says in the report that she had to have her stomach pumped right away because of the large amount of pills she swallowed."