Well, this update would not here at this point in time if it weren't for the fact I wrote it a while back so my exams didn't get in the way of updating it. Well, once again for all who have reviewed – it's much appreciated so enjoy whatever chapter number this is this is…I think it's four but I could be wrong.
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"You're awake!"
"It appears so..." replied Peyton, trying to smile. Lucas couldn't help noticing that a couple of her words were slightly slurred as she tried to focus, "Any reason why I'm at your house or why my head is killing me?"
"You don't remember." She shook her head. "You must have fallen in your room and I came along, I was going to talk to you about something and I found you on the ground. A trip to the hospital and now you're all patched up. The doctor said you have a concussion and that you couldn't be left on your own so with your dad away, my mom said it was okay if you stayed here."
"Is that really a good idea? With Brooke and everything that happened?"
Lucas shrugged. "Brooke didn't seem to mind it much when I suggested it at the hospital."
"Wait, Brooke was at the hospital?"
"Yeah..." He paused, studying the look of surprise on her face, "I kind of called her."
"And she came?"
"She still cares, Peyton. She's your best friend."
"After what I did? What we did?" She shook her head defeated.
Lucas brought his fingers to Peyton's chin and raised her head so she could look him straight in the eye, "Don't lose hope. She may hate me but she loves you. You're her best friend and even if she may not admit it for a while, she still wants you in her life. She wouldn't be coming by later to check on you if she didn't."
"Lucas, she doesn't hate you."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not too sure about that. Although you need to take some pill. The doctor said so."
Peyton cringed in discomfort, causing Lucas to laugh at her scrunched up faced, "Ughh..."
Lucas got up and headed over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. "If it makes you feel better, it's nicer than the stuff they gave me and it's just a tablet."
"That doesn't make me feel better." she replied, smiling as Lucas handed her the glass of water. Peyton threw back the pills, followed by the water and cringed again. "That is disgusting."
"Sorry." It was at that point Lucas noticed the trail of blood on her shirt.
Peyton looked with curiosity at Lucas. He was a puzzle to her. One minute he was fine and laughing and the next he was looking at -
She followed his gaze, finally noticing the blood on her shirt. "Oh!" she said in surprise.
Lucas broke out of his spell. "I'll let you borrow one of my shirts."
"It's fine, Lucas. It's just a bit of blood."
"I insist!" he said, heading to his room.
He paused at the closet, leaning against it. He tried reasoning with himself. It was just a bit of blood. Nothing to worry about. She's fine. He was fine. How could a bit of blood make him feel so messed up? He had came out of his accident fine. His arm would get better soon and Peyton would be fine in a few days.
"Lucas, did you get lost in there?"
He snapped back out of his thoughts and grabbed the first hoodie he saw. It was his grey one with 'Scott's Body shop' written on it.
"Here you go." he said handing it to her with a smile.
"Thanks, she paused, "Lucas, can you turn around or something while I change?"
"Oh sorry!" He looked at her sheepishly, his cheeks slightly reddened in embarrassment, "You can change in my room. The doctor said you needed to get as much sleep as possible but you need to be woken every few hours so you might as well go in now."
"Lucas I'm not taking your bed. You were just in a car accident and you need a proper bed."
"Firstly, I'm fine and secondly, there's a perfectly good couch in my room as well to sleep on."
Not that I'm going to get much sleep, he said in his mind. It was unlikely considering the amount of sleep he got in the last few weeks. He just couldn't get to sleep because everytime he closed his eyes...
"Lucas..." began Peyton.
"Peyton, it's fine. Trust me. So head in there and I'll make us some food. Is toast okay? I can't really do gourmet with one hand."
Peyton chuckled. "You could do gourmet? Now remind me to see that once you have your hands back to their fully functioning use,"
"Will do."
"Lucas, it's fine, I'm not hungry at the moment. Don't think I could eat again for a week. Maybe something later though."
"Did you eat earlier?"
"Yes, and it was very tasty but, at this moment, I don't think I could eat anything without vomiting."
"Nice picture."
"It's what I do." she said grinning.
"Oh that reminds me," began Lucas, rushing over to his bag. He began to pull out a few things, one handed. "I thought you might like these."
Peyton smiled, seeing her sketchpad and her i-pod. She couldn't believe he had brought her some stuff. Lucas continued to talk as he handed them to her, "It's funny. I should have remembered to put some of your clothes in but I can get them later on when I swing by to pick up some of your stuff. I'm sure you don't want to be wearing my stinking clothes in the time your here."
"Thank you Lucas." She paused. "This shirt is clean, right?" With that she closed the door behind her leaving Lucas smiling to himself.
To be continued…
This isn't for the next chapter but I have an idea for having Haley, Lucas and Peyton sitting watching a chick flick. Only problem is I don't know which one to write about so does anyone have any ideas for which movie I could write about them watching or should I just skip it all together?