Peyton washed fiercely at her hands while the tears dripped down her face. She had never seen anything like that. There was so much blood. It stained her hands, the floor, her clothes. When the three of them realized their was a bloody women in their doorway they all raced to help her. They tried to stop the bleeding and they gave her a nice bed to lay in. After about an hour or so later , most of the blood had stopped and she was sleeping. However they knew they needed help, but there was aproblem. The hotel was in he middle of no whre and nobody had service, the power was out in the hotel, so they couldn't use that phone. What was worst is that all the streets were flooded so no one could leave to go and get help.
Peyton walked into the living room where the remainder of people were sitting. There were the five faces Peyton didn't know, the ones that came with the hurt lady.
"So, you guys got names?" Peyton asked.
"Oh I'm sorry." Haley told her. "I'm Haley, this is my husband Nathan and my son Jamie."
"I'm Lucas Scott." Lucas told her. "This is my..friend Brooke Davis."
Brooke managed to wave, she was feeling sick from what she just saw.
"Brooke Davis?" Rachel asked.
"Yes."
"Like the designer Brooke Davis?"
"Yeah that would be the one."
"Wow dude I'm wearing your underwear, well not your underwear but your designs right now."
"Really?" she smiled.
"yeah, they are the comfiest things around, good job."
"Thanks." Brooke smiled.
"Are you two really talking about fucking underwear right now? That lady is in the other room and if we don't get her help, she is going to fucking die."
"Please don't curse in front of my son." Haley pulled Jamie in closer who looked as if he was in a trance."
"What the hell are we going to do?" Skills asked.
"There is nothing we can do, there is no way we can get help." Peyton told him
"Oh really hepful P-Sawyer.."
Nathan looked over and saw his mother lying motionless on the bed. He walked over, away form the bickering, and sat down next to her holding her hand. "Mom." He whispered. "Can you hear me?" Deb continued to just lay there. Nathan could see the towel around her still turning red from the amount of blood she was loosing.
"Any change?"
Nathan turned around and saw Lucas.
"Nothing."
"Nathan I am so sorry. I..i didn't even see her. I wasn't going that face. If she doesn't make it…I, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do."
"She's going to die." Nathan whispered so low Lucas could barley hear him.
"Nathan." Lucas started.
"She
needs a hospital Lucas and there is no way we can get her to one. I
don't think she is going to make it." Nathan put his hand on his
face and tried to stop the tears from coming. Lucas stared at him for
a moment longer, his heart breaking. He went out of the room and went
up to Peyton, who was still arguing with Skills.
"Excuse me do
you have a sewing kit?"
"What?" Peyton asked.
" A sewing kit Please?"
"Um, I don't know."
"How do you not know this is your hotel isn't it?"
"Lucas." Brooke called out before Peyton could say anything.
"Yes?"
"I have one in my bag."
Lucas stared at her, how stupid was he? He should have known. He went and got it out of her bag and used Rachel's lighter to get the needle hot. He waited until it cooled down and then got a damp rag and wetted the side of Debs neck that the blood was mostly pouring out of.
"What are you going to do?" Nathan asked.
"she needs a hospital, but since we can't get her to one right now this is the next best thing."
"Lucas took a deep breath and then slowly stitched her up.
"You've done this before?" Peyton asked.
"No, but I've seen it quite a lot."
When he was finished they gave her another blanket and prayed there would be some change soon. They all sat together in silence, knowing deep down that there was very little hope for Deb.