They had been sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chairs for almost two hours, and still there was no word. Lucas continued to text Haley, but all she could do was say she didn't know anything yet. She knew it was driving him crazy, but there was nothing any of them could do the change it.

Nathan looked up as the door opened again, but it was a member of some other family that walked through. He was growing impatient, there had to be something…any kind of news. Was she stable, had her temperature gone down, had she taken a turn for the worse, did they need to call people to come to the hospital…anything would be better than sitting there and waiting. His head snapped back up at the sound of the door opening, and his body instinctively stood when he saw Dr. Collins, walk through. He was Peyton's regular physician, the one Amy had transferred all her medical history to.

The middle-aged man approached the anxious couple, his facial expression blank, not giving them the slightest indication as to what they should expect. So they prepared themselves for the worst as they laced their fingers together. "Lucas isn't here…" he was slightly shocked to see Haley shake her head…Lucas had always been the one to bring Peyton to the ER.

"Is she okay…can we see her" Haley gripped Nathan's hand tighter as she tried to settle her nerves. She had noticed the suit pants Dr. Collins was wearing, the straps of his suspenders hanging at his sides, his upper body covered by a shirt from a set of blue scrubs. She had seen him like this only a few times before, out of his long white coat, without a clipboard in his hand. He only appeared this way when he wasn't actually on call, when someone had paged him and had come in just for his patients…when something was wrong and the patient's actual doctor was needed.

"She's being moved up to the ICU as we speak" He watched tears spring to the petite brunette's eyes, he had only seen her a few times, never actually in the room with Peyton, just sitting in the waiting room when things had gotten bad. But he had always been able to tell that she cared, that she worried just as much as everyone else. He had seen people like her…the ones that weren't able to make it past the waiting room, usually because of some fight that had ensued, or some harbored feelings of guilt. It was good to see the change in Haley's demeanor, she had always been the one to stay back when he came out with information about Peyton, but now she was eager to see her friend.

"Why isn't she on a regular floor" Dr. Collins shifted his gaze towards Nathan, his mouth opening slightly but then closing again. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes for moment.

"She's asking to see you Haley. I can take you up there now." He hesitated again before turning his attention back to the youngest Scott brother. "You might wanna call Lucas and have him come down here." And just like that all the effort Haley put into calming her nerves become worthless. Sure she had told Lucas that Peyton could take a turn for the worse at anytime, but she hadn't honestly believed that anytime would be the same day. She had been exaggerating when she told Lucas that Peyton might not wake up again…she just wanted to get her point across to him, make him open his eyes and realize what was happening…things were never actually supposed to turn out this way.

"Okay…" It was Nathan's voice that broke her out of her thoughts, she felt him give her hand a light squeeze before letting go. "I'll meet you up there when Lucas comes, alright" she absentmindedly bobs her head up and down before following Dr. Collins to the elevator.

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Her hazel eyes stayed focused on the wall in front of her. She had been staring at the same discolored spot for the past five minutes…thinking that maybe if she stared long enough…hard enough…when she averted her eyes she would be back in Lucas's room. Maybe she would even be back in her apartment with Amy and Alex…and if she really concentrated, maybe she would be back in her old room, she would still be in high school holding a positive pregnancy test in her hands; then she could redo everything…she would tell Lucas like she originally planned, and if she was really lucky she would never get sick like this. But when the room door opened and her eyes landed on a brunette with tear stained cheeks, she knew this wasn't some horrible nightmare…this was the hand life had dealt her, and she was receiving every bad card in the deck.

"How are you feeling" Haley walked quickly over to the bed, her hand instantly grabbing Peyton's.

"Better…just tired" her voice was weak as she blinked back tears. Her face had grown extremely pale, and the dizziness hadn't fully subsided yet, but she was feeling better then she had been earlier…at least physically. Haley turned back and watched as Dr. Collins walked out of the room, letting the door close gently behind him.

"Peyton what's going on...why are you not on a regular floor" The tears started flowing before Peyton had a chance to open her mouth.

"Everything's just so messed up. This wasn't supposed to happen…" she choked out in a voice that was barley above a whisper.

"What are you talking about…what wasn't supposed to happen." Haley waited anxiously, but the blonde didn't respond. The only noise in the room was the crying of the two friends. Haley didn't push her to talk, just sat back and waited until the blonde was ready to talk. It was ten minutes later that Peyton finally found her voice again.

"I might have leukemia" She watched the shocked expression that overtook Haley's features. "They're not sure…they're running test right now, but it's possible that it escalated"

"Oh Peyton…" she gripped her friend's hand a little tighter as she let the news sink in…she refused to believe that Peyton had cancer. Everything happening was already too much, they didn't need anything else to add to the pile.

"I'm not on any medication anymore." Her palms were throbbing, a dull pain starting to make its way through her limbs.

"What…why not…" the brunette's eyes had grown wide with the information. She could see the emptiness in the blonde's face…she had seen it earlier, and now it just seemed worse. She was tired of fighting, even when she tried it was nothing more than an impossible and never-ending uphill struggle…but Haley wouldn't let her go this easily. Sure she was more realistic than everyone else, but she couldn't watch Peyton just throw in the towel…she needed her to fight just a little longer. Maybe things would change and treatments would start working, but they would never know if she just quit. "Peyton you can't just give up like this..." she watched as Peyton shook her head, more tears seeping from her eyes.

"Haley it's not that…" she could feel her stomach tightening as her body involuntarily shuddered under the thin sheets. "I can't take anything…" she pulled her hand away and wiped roughly at her face, before resting her hands intertwining her fingers. She turned her neck and forced herself to look at the sulking brunette next to her. "I'm pregnant…"

Her voice was low, but as she watched Haley's lips part slightly, she knew the brunette had heard the words. Haley tired to speak…to find some kind of words that would provide comfort. Anything that would make the situation seem less hopeless, but all that left her mouth was a choked sob as she fell back into a nearby chair.