Chapter 21.

POV BROOKE

There are times when I zone in and out of what can be said. You know when you are preoccupied or you have a certain someone on your mind, like for me a certain blonde. I sigh knowing it will be awhile before I will get to see her as I'm stuck talking to Doctor Armstrong. I just wanted this conversation to be over so I can happily escape and be all happy with Peyton, even though happy doesn't tend to last with us as there is always something that gets in the way which causes the drama in our lives.

'Brooke are you listening to me?' questions Doctor Armstrong with a hint of worry in her tone. She waves her hand full of papers in front of my face trying to get my attention.

'sorta' I shrug a small smile plastering across my face. I know she can see right through me and I play with my name band wrapped around my wrist, trying to get myself to focus on what she is saying.

'Well if you want to get out of here which you have made it clear since you have first woken up you're going to have to pay attention' she states trying to make me see the serious side of this. I roll my eyes and shift in the bed trying to get comfortable knowing this is going to be a long conversation. Maybe I should have had a paper and pen to write notes down as I know my intention span won't last the whole time and I will be soon be back daydreaming.

'Okay now that I have your attention. Your going to have to come back to the hospital every two days to do some physio which I want you to continue' she starts again whilst every now and then looking at notes she has jotted down over my stay here.

'Do I have to' I whine pouting and folding my arms. It probably the worst thing about this whole hospital stay having to go to physio as it hurt likes hell and even with the amount of tears that fall from my face I have to continue I'm not allowed to give up.

'Yes you do. You know it's the only way you will physically recover and don't pout it may work with your friends but sadly not for me' she smiles whilst continuing 'Also I would like you do see a counsellor about your ordeal'

'What? I'm not crazy I don't need someone to talk to' my palms begun to sweat as my heart races scared that she somehow has found out about my absurd dream of seeing Peyton's mum. She could have some psychic powers and can read peoples mind.

Doctor Armstrong stands up and looks at me worried by my reaction. She holds my hand whilst using her other hand to check my temperature on my forehead. 'Calm down I'm not calling you crazy I just believe that it is a good a idea for you're to talk to someone about your experience. To make sure that these past few days and the events that have occurred haven't has some psychological affect on you'.

'Okay' I say quietly knowing its' probably for the best knowing that there is no use fighting and freaking out. What's the worst they can do?

Once I have settled myself down after my little freakout she continues 'Okay well I have your medication for you which you must take and I must repeat the importance of taking the medication as it will help your immune system and control your pain. You must take it every 6 hours'.

'And what happens if I don't take it on time?' I ask wondering if it will have any severe results.

'You will start to deteriorate. You will feel the pain in your chest and your leg, you will start to feel nauseous. This then can cause migraines and dehydration and make you more susceptible to diseases such as the flu from people around you. So hygiene of the people you spend time with must be high as I don't think you want to have to come back in here again to spend another lengthy stay'

I nod in agreement knowing that I have to follow her instructions even if I don't agree with all of it, but it is the only way to get better. 'No that's for sure, not that I don't like you or anything, but it will just good to be back home to start afresh'

Since things have been looking up since my accident I have been eagerly awaiting to go home and start afresh. I know that there is still a lot to be sorted between Peyton and I, but I know that all the talking will be worth it in the end, I hope.

'Yes well you're going to be missed. The nurses love talking to you and all the stories you would tell them' she pats my leg as she stands up from the seat she occupies 'well that's all for now, I'll bring the papers for you to sign shortly'. I smile thankfully showcasing my dimples. As she leaves the room to collect the much awaited papers I clap my hands together excitingly.

NO POV

'Today's the day' Lucas whispers to himself as he sits on the end of his motel bed as he puts on his sneakers. Standing up he walks swiftly to the side table. Opening the draw slowly there in the middle of the empty draw is a black gun laying lifeless next to the tattered bible. He looks down knowing it was ironic that what he is going to later today the bible condemns. With a shrug of the shoulders as if to get rid of the thought and to try and not let his conscience slip through into the forefront of his mind he grabs the gun and places it in his pocket.

'Almost time Pretty Girl' he says leaving behind a now empty motel room.

POV PEYTON

You know at Christmas how as a kid you're all excited and can't fall sleep just wanting to have the chance to take a sneak peek at either Santa himself or wanting to tear away the paper to the presents that lay under the commercialised Christmas tree. Well that's the feeling I have at this moment. I haven't felt like this since the Christmas before my mum died, realising that Christmas wasn't worth all the hype and happiness since I didn't have the person I love around to share it with. Though this happiness wasn't for rekindling my love for Christmas, it was for a certain brunette who melts my heart each time I see her. I believe that each day I'm with her I fall more in love with her and I'm afraid that in this short amount of time that I already have these strong feelings and it scares me. it scares me more then anything knowing that where ever I am there is always trouble not too far away.

I stare at the clock and I'm amazed that that it read 10.30am. I have been in my own world for hours now and glad that I can finally go to the hospital. i grab my keys but before I leave the phone in the kitchen begins to ring. I groan in protest not wanting to answer knowing the only person that calls my house number is my father.

'Dad I can't talk just right now I'm just about to head and I can't be late' I quickly ramble running my fingers through my curly uncontrollable hair.

'Watch you're back' an usual voice grumbles across the line. My eyes widen at what was just spoken and I am now rooted to the spot. My number is private so no one is able to know it unless me or my father tell people.

Before I could respond the person on the other line hung up. I pull the phone away from my ear and look at it perplexed; the number on the screen appears private so I can't even ring back. I take a deep breath in 'it's just some kids playing a prank' I tell myself quietly, talking to myself to calm down. I grab my keys knowing that there are more important things that I should be worried about then this.

-XOX-

I'm standing outside Brooke's door still lost in thought from what happened moments earlier. I tried everything to distract me; not even playing Brooke's loud annoying pop music could distract me.

'Are you going to go in dear?' asked a nurse who has suddenly appeared to my right hand side and I jump in shock by the sudden presence.

'Um, um I was, no am' I stutter trying to form some coherent sentence though not having any luck.

'Are you okay dear?' the nurse asks concern. I take a good look at her and realise that she must been in her early fifties. Her face was easy to read and I knew she thought i have lost my mind.

'Um, no I'm fine. Just lost in thought that's all' I smile embarrassedly I can feel my cheeks changing to a light shade of pink.

'Okay then, if you need anything dear, don't be scared to come to the desk' she kindly says and I nod my head in reply. The nurse shuffles away leaving me to stand outside the door again, however this time I knock.

'Come in' came a cheery voice and my heart begins to flutter. I open the door to find Brooke sitting ontop of her neatly made bed reading a magazine.

'Watcha ya doing?' I ask happily making my way towards her.

'Drooling over all the hot super models' she replies

'Well I guess I should go then' I pout folding my arms

'If you take one step out of the door Goldilocks I will hurt you' she says pointing her finger at me whilst still concentrating on an article in front of her.

'Is that a threat?' I ask kinking my eyebrow up questioningly

'You bet your hot ass it is' she smirks as she puts the magazine down her attention now fully on me. I smile as I make my way closer to the bed.

I kiss Brooke lightly on the lips and I pull away 'You do realise that you're grinning like an idiot?' I chuckle lightly

'I can't believe that I'm actually getting out of here and staying with you again' Brooke says as she looks at me her chocolate brown eyes displaying her happiness. 'I'm so glad we have managed to work things out even if it resulted in me getting squished'

I put my arms around Brooke as I join her on the bed and give her a quick kiss 'Me too, minus the squishing part'

We both share a smile and it was Brooke who leans in to kiss me, I eagerly melt into the kiss forgetting my current surroundings. She pushes my down on the bed whilst she hovers over me her eyes twinkling mischievously. My hands go to her back whilst I make patterns with her bare skin, her hands going into my uncontrollable hair. A moan escapes my lips as her hands start to roam under my shirt. I manage to pull away to catch my breath before noticing that we aren't the only ones in the room.

'Brooke-' I begin, trying to get her to stop before we put on a full length show for our current viewers.

'Shut up Peyton' Brooke huskily replies in between kisses

I tense up causing Brooke to look at me, concern evident in her eyes 'what's the matter?'

I clear my throat trying to work out how I could put what I want to say in words 'Umm' and all I could think was to point behind her.

Brooke quickly turns around and immediately blushes noticing that we have company 'Oh, Hi'

I can't help but stifle a giggle as the look on Mouth's face its priceless as Rachel just rolls her eyes.

'Can't you guys like for a second be human and stop sucking face every five seconds' Rachel says

'Well can't you learn how to knock?' Brooke snaps back

'I shouldn't have to when it's a public hospital' Rachel states her hands up in the air, to try and prove a point.

Whilst they continued on with their little argument I decided to get Mouths attention 'umm Mouth you have a bit of drool on your face' I say pointing to his chin.

Mouth snaps out of his trance and embarrassedly wipes it away and looks down to the ground.

'Rachel you better not just come flouncing into every room of Peyton's unannounced' Brooke grumbles.

'Ha I won't have to I will probably hear what's happening' she smirks

A/N: okay so it has been awhile since I have written. I have been totally busy with school as I graduate in 4 weeks and I managed to end up 1st in English. But anyways I have been finding it difficult to write, I think I'm suffering a bit of a writers block and its frustrating lol. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Hope you enjoy it :)