A/N:: Is VERY nervous about this chapter, like you couldn't believe Thanks to my faithful reviewers, Miss Meehan usually reviews all chapters too but is apparently MIA. Shrugs Thanks again reviewers, you make my life! But back to this chapter. It's a little longer than normal. I try to make each chapter from one perspective, but this one's all over the place. I don't think you'll mind though. But i'm extremely nervous about this chapter so PLEASE I need feedback!!!! Te amo. OH! Also, I know nothing of medicine, but I do know that Luke's recovery in here may be unrealistically quick. You'll see what I mean, but ignore this detail.

Lucas found Nathan sitting on his bed, computer in hand. Karen had to rush out; a fiasco at the café required her attention. Lucas was left to wheel himself back into his room.

"What're you doing" Lucas asked.

"Uhh…," Nate stammered, "Checking my email," he choked out. He looked frantic, though Luke didn't know why.

"Is everything all right man?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah," Nate replied, "But I…just got called in to work…" He mumbled, turning to leave.

"Before you go Nathan," Lucas paused, as if he was embarrassed to say something. "Can you…help me to get back in bed?" Lucas hated asking for help, and this was kind of awkward.

"Uh yeah," Nate replied as Luke wheeled himself next to the bed. Being that Lucas's legs were practically useless, Nathan had to lift him up out of the wheel chair and gently lay him back in bed. He was out the door before Luke could thank him. Lucas wasn't sure what was up with Nate, but he shrugged it off and he shut off his computer without seeing what was on the screen.

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The following day, Nate did not stop by the hospital as he did each day before. Lucas was saddened a little, as his friend's visits were pretty much the highlight of his day. But not to worry, today would commence physical therapy. Luke's therapist was a middle-aged man who seemed to hate his job. They started out with simple things such as trying to move his leg a little, to test the waters. Things looked good the man told him. It was concluded that after much intensive work, he would be able to fully regain control of his legs. Luke was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to tell Nathan, but this was difficult as Nate hadn't come back to visit, or picked up his phone. Luke tried not to think too much of it; he was busy Lucas reasoned. He was going to return to school the following day, though still bound to his wheel chair. He could talk to Nate then.

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Nathan was disgusted. Completely and utterly. But the thing is, he wasn't disgusted because of what he read, he was disgusted becausehe wasn't disgusted. He wasn't offended or weirded out by what he read, and that fact disturbed him. He had left Lucas in the hospital and did not return to visit him, and he proceeded to ignore his phone calls. He felt terribly guilty but he couldn't face Luke right now. He needed to sort things out.

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Haley wheeled Lucas down the hall at school, ignoring Luke's succession of comments about how he was perfectly capable of wheeling himself.

"So is something going on with Nathan? He's seemingly been detached from your hip! Is something wrong?" Haley asked Lucas.

"I've been wondering. He randomly stopped visiting me at the hospital and didn't answer calls, I think he's just stressed." Luke replied. "I'm not too worried," He lied.

Later in the day, Lucas was wheeling himself to lunch, and managed to catch up with Nathan, who hadn't spoken to him in over a week.

"Hey Nate, is something wrong?" Luke asked, struggling to keep with Nathan's quickening pace.

"No, why?"

"Well, we haven't talked in like a week, I was just making sure you're alright."

"I'm fine, been busy," Nathan replied, not looking at his injured friend. "I've gotta run to my locker," he said, quickly weaving his way through the crowd making it impossible for Luke to follow. Lucas felt hurt and dejected. He was pretty sure it wasn't in his head anymore, but he couldn't think of why Nathan was acting so strange. Sadly he rolled himself to the quad to join Haley for lunch.

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Two weeks passes where Nathan and Lucas barely spoke. It had little to do with whatever was going on with Nate, but was because Lucas was immensely busy. He had a massive load of makeup work, and intense daily physical therapy sessions. By the end of his third week, he had graduated to crutches. He wasn't so good at the whole walking with leg braces thing yet, but he was getting there. He still needed a wheel chair for school or long distances, but he could manage a small distance with his crutches.

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Enough of this "not talking to each other," Lucas decided. He had given Nate plenty of space, but he was hurting. He needed a friend right now, he needed Nathan, but he had apparently cut his best friend out of his life for no reason. It was time to solve this.

Lucas had Haley, who didn't realize the full extent to which the two boys were apart; drop him off at her apartment. She helped him struggle up the stairs, but had to rush off to the café. Luke rang the doorbell. He heard movement, then nothing.

"Nate I know you're here. Let me in." After a moment, the door finally opened, and Nathan allowed Lucas to hobble into his apartment. "What is going on Nathan?" Luke asked immediately.

"What're you talking about," Nate tried to stall.

"Stop it Nathan." The hurt look on Luke's face goaded the brunette to tell the truth. "Why are you cutting me out? What did I do to you Nate?" Lucas was getting very upset. "I'm learning to walk again, I need my friend." Nate stared at Lucas considering. Nearly an entire minute passed in silence. Luke shook his head giving Nate a cold look before turning to hobble out the door.

"I read it Lucas." Luke paused, not turning around. What was Nathan talking about? "I read what you wrote Luke, about me." Lucas's heart froze and he turned around so fast he nearly tumbled to the floor. Nate's face was blank; no expression could be extracted. Lucas could've punched himself, and probably would have had it not been for his crutches. He remembered now, the day he found Nate in the hospital. He was on his computer. How could I have been so stupid to leave it up!?

"Oh god…Nate…I. I don't know." Lucas turned to leave as quickly as he could. His entire life was just turned upside down. He accidentally let his dreams become aspirations when it came to Nathan. He should never have recorded what he felt. He should never have let it get this far. And now Nate knew, now he would hate Luke forever. He lost his best friend, he lost everything. He needed to get out. He managed to open the door and started hobbling quickly down the stairs.

"Luke! Stop! You can't make it down those stairs!" Luke made it almost to the bottom before his crutch slipped and he came crashing down, tumbling down the final few steps, and was now lying on his back. Nate dashed down the stairs to Luke's side. There were tears in the blonde's eyes. Nathan could feel the grief, the distress, all radiating from the figure below him.

"Nathan, I never meant…" Lucas finally broke down, for the second time in front of his friend. He tried to get up, but couldn't, he tried to get away, but was unable. "Nate, just let me go I…"

It came out of nowhere. Neither teen expected or, or fully understood what was going on. But before Luke could finish whatever desperate sentence he was struggling with, he mouth was covered by Nathan's. Lips fused together in a kiss that literally took their breath away. Nate backed away and looked down at the broken friend beneath him.

It all made sense now. Why he wanted to fix and protect Lucas, why he spent so much time and money on his friend, why his accident affected Nate so deeply, why Nathan didn't mind what he read. So this was the answer: the wreck of a teen below him.