Chapter 4

Hey, okay just read this chapter and I'll explain at the end why I made it go this way. If you guys don't like where it is heading I have a back up chapter that goes a completely different direction.

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Chapter 4.

POV BROOKE

Have you ever really looked at the surroundings around you? I mean really look. I peer out the car window as I'm driving back to Rachel's place something grabs my attention, two girls playing with their dolls on a freshly mowed lawn. They are so innocent and yet they probably won't realise how much their friendship will mean to each other as they grow older. It reminds me to a time when I was there age.

I snap back out of my trance and focus on the road ahead. The journey home seemed to be longer then usual and I rubbed my eyes from lack of sleep. The lights at the intersection still beam bright green.

However, this journey home will be ended very quickly. I wasn't prepared for what will happen next.

I hear a loud thud and crunch; I didn't even have time to focus on where it came from as I was soon succumbed to darkness.

POV RACHEL

I was painting my nails a bright red to match my outfit for school tomorrow I was in I must say deep concentration till the house phone started to ring. I rolled my eyes then slowly made my way downstairs to answer.

'Hello' I say

'Is this the Gatini residents?' asked a lady over the phone

'Yes' I replied monotonously. I was thinking it was one of those telly marketers so my thumb was hover over the cancel button preparing to hang up.

'Is a Rachel there?' she asked again

'Yeah that's me' I say casually checking out my freshly painted nails

'I'm Sheryl from Tree Hill Hospital it's about a Miss Brooke Davis' she said formerly.

Worry began to seep through and I immediately begun to shake. I know me and Brooke's track record hasn't been so crash hot but over the past few months I have truly value her friendship. She has been there for me when others haven't and well I've seen a side of her I thought was never imaginable.

'I-i-is she okay?' I stuttered, I silently cursed myself for asking that question as duh she's in hospital of course she isn't okay.

'To be honest no, you are needed immediately in ICU'

I grazed my hands through my hair trying to comprehend everything. I breathe in slowly then nod my head.

'okay I'll be there in 5' I say quickly hanging up and racing out to the car, not caring about locking the house up.

POV BROOKE

I lay motionless in the darkness; I can hear voices around me talking in gibberish I can't quite make out individual words.

I try and open my eyes wanting to know what's happening around me, I want to scream and shout to let them know I can hear them and that I'm scared.

Peyton. That's the last thought before my mind seems to switch off.

POV RACHEL

I ran into ICU and stopped infront of the desk where the nurse just looked me up and down giving me the once over. I breathed in heavily and out wondering why she was giving me a quizzical look.

I shrugged her bothersome stare and say shakily 'Brooke Davis'.

'You must be Rachel, just this way the doctor wants to see you before you are able to go into Brooke's room' she says.

I nod and follow her through the endless amount of hallways. I'm in a daze and the nurse stops infront of a white wooden door. A Dr Armstrong is imprinted in gold letters. I guess this is the point where you start to kind to freak out as doctors never have anything good to say.

The nurse knocks on the door and slowly opens it. She then gestures me to go in and I give a nervous smile as I pass by.

As I'm in the room I slowly close the door behind me and I turn around to be faced with a female doctor talking on the phone. 'Okay, thanks for that. Bye' Dr Armstrong ended the phone call.

She stood up and said 'Hi, I'm Doctor Rachel Armstrong and I believe you must be Rachel Gatini' she says holding out her hand which I kindly accept and shake.

'What has happened to Brooke?' I immediately ask not wanting any little chit chat. I take a deep breath trying to keep myself in one piece as I'm terrified for the answer. I begin biting my nails a habit of mine.

'Well Brooke was involved in a car accident. She was going through a green light when a drunk driver went through a red light and impacted onto the driver's side, which has caused a not so desirable outcome' she says in a concerned voice. I could only nod brushing the tears away that were falling uncontrollably down my cheek.

'So is she okay now?' I ask hopeful

Doctor Rachel Armstrong looked down at her hands and then back to me and shook her head 'she has suffered major head damage which we won't find out the full extent until she is awake, due to the severe impact she has gone into a coma, which can be seen as a positive as she won't be feeling the excruciating pain. She has a broken wrist, four broken ribs, broken jaw, fractured cheekbone, broken femur and severe bruising all over her body. I must say she is lucky to be alive'

The list seemed to just go on and on and sounded like one of those television shows… hmm what the one oh Grey's Anatomy's. though unlike the fictional storylines this is actually occurring. However, I'm stuck by one word Doctor Armstrong said minutes ago and I can't shake it from my mind.

'Coma!' I say frantically.

'Yes we are unsure how long she will be under, it can be said that she will awaken once her body has properly healed though we are estimating a week at the least'.

I nod and I sit there hoping that I can go and see Brooke for myself, not quite believing how bad of a state she really is in.

'Before I let you go and see Brooke is there anyone else that should know of Brooke's where abouts such as parents?' she asks.

'Umm yeah here's her parent's numbers' I scribbled down quickly on one of her note pads. Doctor Armstrong just smiled. I quickly added at the end 'Though I doubt they would care'. She gave me a quizzical look and I jusr shrugged in return not wanting to delve into Brooke's relationship with her parents. She then stood up from her office chair and I followed behind as she walked me through the ICU corridors passing people with I must say the worst of luck.

We stop outside door 78 a door I know I will be familiar with over the next couple of weeks.

Before she opened the door she said 'Just to warn you due to her injuries Brooke doesn't look like her usual self so don't be too worried if you can't fully recognise her' she puts her arm on my shoulder.

I walk into the white sterilised room. It reminds me when I was last in the hospital when the limo me and Cooper were in plunged off a bridge into the river below. I shiver at the thought.

There in the middle of the room lay a peaceful battered Brooke; she looked so small, so fragile. I sat down on the chair beside her bed too scared to even touch her; afraid I could cause more damage.

As I lay there for what could have been minutes or hours I realised I haven't contacted any of her other friends. I pull myself up and kiss Brooke so lightly on her forehead and whisper closely in her ear 'I'll be right back I'm calling a special someone' with that I crept my way out of the room. I pulled out my phone praying that I would have a certain blonde in my phone.

Finally after going through my phone I am able to find her number under Blonde Bitch, I smile to myself then quickly hit dial. I wait as it rings continuously and I started to walk back and forth.

'Bitch pick up' I said a little too loudly, this caused for others around me to look my direction. I smile apologetically.

'Hello' came a voice at the other end.

'God finally geez what were you doing. Actually don't answer that' I say quickly.

'Huh. Rachel is that you?' she asks curiously.

'Duh' I reply

'What are you doing calling me?' she asked surprised

I changed my tone as I prepared to give not so good news 'umm it's about Brooke' I say softly

There was a pause at the other end for several seconds.

'Is she okay?' asked a now worried Peyton

'No. she's in Tree Hill Hospital in ICU, she needs you Peyton. Even though I don't like you from your actions you still care for her and she still cares for you and she needs you' I say hoping desperately she will come.

I hear crying on the other side of the line. 'Peyton?' I ask

'I'll be there in 5 minutes' she croakily replies and hangs up on me.

I smile hoping that this will be the kind of situation that will help mend both the hearts of these to crazy bitches.

POV PEYTON

I was playing Death Cab for Cutie, or as Brooke would call it my depressing I hate the world nobody understands me music. I laugh just at the thought as I have listened to her many ramblings on my music taste.

I was however interrupted and frowned when my phone begun to rung. I was hoping that it wasn't Lucas calling again.

'Hello' I say sceptically as the number wasn't registered in my phone.

'God finally geez what were you doing. Actually don't answer that' says the person on the other end quite quickly it reminded me of Brooke, but different voice. It soon registered as Brooke's roommate and new best friend the red head whore Rachel.

'Rachel' I ask, wondering why the hell she would be calling thinking this may be a drunken call.

'Duh' she replied. I rolled my eyes.

'What are you doing calling me?' I ask in surprise

'Umm it's about Brooke' she said softly, my mind began to race at the many possibilities though nothing will prepare me fore what she has to say.

The only logical thing to ask after moments of silence was 'is she okay?'

'No. she's in Tree Hill Hospital in ICU, she needs you Peyton. Even though I don't like you from your actions you still care for her and she still cares for you and she needs you'

I begin to cry at this and I wish I could transport my way through the phone to the hospital. 'Peyton?' Rachel's voice echoes through the phone.

'I'll be there in 5 minutes' I say quickly hanging up and frantically looking around for my car keys hoping and praying that Brooke is okay.

A/N: okay I know what you might be thinking, a cliché story line… well I am going to put it in a different perspective next chapter and maybe a few after that.. I'm thinking of making it in Brooke's perspective and stuff with her being in a coma and all, but her also meeting Anna, Peyton's mother kinda like Lucas saw Keith thing. What do you guys think.. honest opinions please :)

Also I made Rachel have a significant part as she has been more apart of Brooke's life the past few months and thought she would have been the first person to be notified… though Breyton will definitely eventuate once these past events are over :)

Thanks again

-jess