A/N - I know it's been awhile. Sorry!
Thanks for the reviews! You guys rock!
Read, Enjoy, Review!
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
A Bad Dream
Chapter 14 -
Pacing up and down was the only thing that remotely made any sense at the moment. So that's just what she did in the waiting room, awaiting news on Lucas' condition. Some late night talk show was playing on the television that was plastered way up high on the wall. The picture was static-y and Brooke couldn't figure out which show it was.
"Lucas? Lucas, wake up." Brooke cried over Lucas' unconscious body. She mustered up enough strength, grabbed her cell phone, and dialed 911.
It took approximately two minutes for the paramedics to come racing in.
"I can't find a pulse!" One of them screamed.
"He's under cardiac arrest!" Another said.
Brooke stood in the corner, her hand brought up to her mouth. Was she at blame for all this? Had she put him under so much stress that made him have the heart attack?
"Maybe you should stop doing that." Peyton suggested. "Try sitting down."
"Maybe you should back off." Brooke spat back. She was so not in the mood. She saw Peyton give up and lean back in the chair. Brooke's facial expressions softened and she took a seat next to her. "I'm sorry...It's just...I'm scared. What if he's not okay?" Goddamn her stupid hormones...always making her cry.
"He'll be fine, Brooke. He will. Luke's a fighter."
"Brooke, Peyton." The two girls looked up to find a distraught-looking Karen.
"Karen." Brooke said, getting up to give the woman a hug.
"I got here as fast as I could. Any news?" Karen bit her lip. She knew she had to stay strong for Brooke, even though it was her own son's life that was in jeopardy.
"They haven't told us anything."
"Well, no news is good news, right? C'mon let's go sit down." Karen took Brooke's hand and walked her over to the seats.
And then they waited...
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
"Are you all here for Lucas Scott?" A doctor addressed the three girls. Nathan and Haley had just been called and they'd be arriving soon as well.
"Yes." Karen answered for them all. "We are."
"Mr. Scott was brought in at just the right time. If he'd been brought in, perhaps, a second later there's no doubt he may have not survived. He was under cardiac arrest, however, we were able to reverse it with the defibrillator and he's now in stable condition. He's still not awake, though, so we have to take every precaution. However, it could be awhile until he wakes up. He just has to heal one hundred percent."
"Do you know what triggered this, doctor?"
"It seemed that he was a bit distressed and his HCM definitely played a role in it."
Brooke nodded accepting the answer. So maybe it wasn't all her fault. Sure, stress had a part to do with it, but it was also from his heart condition.
"Can we go see him?"
"Only family."
"I'm his mother." Karen said firmly.
Peyton nudged Brooke and Brooke cleared her throat before responding.
"He's the father of my baby." She said, placing a hand on her protruding stomach.
"Very well, he's in room 215."
Karen headed out the door with the doctor while Brooke turned to Peyton.
"See, Brooke. He's going to be okay, really."
"But what if he doesn't wake up?"
"He will. You heard the doctor, he's stable. Just go, he needs to hear your voice. I'll wait in here and fill Nathan and Haley in when they get here." Peyton reassured her, wrapping her in a hug.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
"Hey." Brooke's voice cracked. Karen looked up from her son.
"Hi, Brooke. Come, sit." She motioned toward a seat next to the hospital bed.
"How's he doing?" Brooke asked timidly, taking a seat next to Karen. She knew it was a stupid question to ask. She'd just heard the answer from the doctor himself.
Karen made a sympathetic face and then answered. "He'll pull through, though." She clamped her son's lifeless hand in hers and kissed it.
"I just feel like I'm partially responsible for all this. Our relationship these past few months, if you can even call it one, has been very rocky and I must've put him under a lot of stress. I just..." She paused and wiped away a few stray tears. "I don't know anymore."
"Brooke, you can't blame yourself. Everything will be okay, he'll be fine. I know my son."
"I'm sorry." Brooke said, through tears. "I shouldn't be crying. You have enough to deal with..."
"It's fine, Brooke, really." There was a silence before Karen spoke again. "You know, Brooke, I never got to ask when you'd be moving in."
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't Lucas ask you yet?"
"Ask me what?"
"I'm sorry, I was under the impression a few nights ago that he was going to ask you to move in with us. I guess not."
Before Brooke could respond, Peyton appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, if anyone asks, I'm Lucas's sister." Peyton said, giving a small smile. "Nathan and Haley are in the waiting room. They wanted me to see how things are."
"I'll go say hi to Nathan and Haley." Karen excused herself. "I'll be right back."
"Hey." Peyton took Karen's seat. "How you holding up?"
Brooke shrugged staring at Lucas's unconscious body. He wanted to ask her to move in?
"He's probably going to hate me when he wakes up?"
"He doesn't hate you, Brooke."
"Well he doesn't love me, that's for sure."
Peyton sighed, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "Do you still love him?"
"Yeah." Brooke mumbled. "I actually still do." It was one of the most honest things she'd admitted to herself in the past month.
"Brooke," Peyton cleared her throat. "I haven't been completely honest with you."
"What do you mean?" Brooke asked, staring directly at Peyton.
"I...I think...I think I still love, Lucas, too."
Brooke's head snapped back to Lucas. She felt like she couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything.
Because in those few words, her day became a million times worse.
"I think I still love, Lucas, too."
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
A/N - I really don't know what's gotten into me, but I know that this, along with the other last few chapters, really suck. I haven't been happy with any of my new chapters lately. I'm sorry. If it's really bad, just let me know what I need to improve on, please, it would really help.
Also, in case I decide to start writing ahead, let me know if the Brucas baby should be a boy or girl. I don't need names just yet, I'll ask for those later on. Just what you think the baby should be. You will find out in a few chapters.
REVIEW!
Thanks!
-----Melissa