Contemplation
Chapter
Misconception
AN: First of all, I would just like to say thank you to my readers and secondly I want to dedicate this story to my brother, Troy Perry. Growing up was hard enough with prolonged struggles and what not, but it became harder once I reached a certain age. When my little brother Troy was born, the unthinkable happened and everyone grew hysterical. He was diagnosed with Biliary Atresia, which is a possibly fatal liver disease. It affected everything from his eyes and teeth, growth stimulation, also other organs. From the day he was out of the hospital he had to feed through tubes and receive checkups, very apprehensively. He was only three when the doctors warned my mother about his serious condition. Luckily, my mother and Troy went to Chicago for three months, to seek out well-trained physicians. Now, the day of the year that Troy received his liver, my family lights candles and thanks god for his blessing; for if Troy hadn't received the liver when he did, he would have passed. Troy is a quite intelligent nine year old and most of all, he's finally safe.
I know that you probably don't care too much, but I do understand a lot about what happened with him. I wanted to share my brother's experience with you and let you see where I'm coming from with this story. Just letting you know that this story does mean a lot to me and I do write it from my heart.
Anyway, enough of my dramatics, I love you and I hope you like this chapter. Oh and Skat, hun your spoiling my ideas *sniff…
*I decided I wanted to put chapter 4 and 5 together, because frankly I don't write enough and these chapters go with each other. Enjoy!
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April 8th
She exhaled softly, leading her hand up to my cheek and kissed me lightly. Her eyes pleaded with mine and begged for me to stay. It's not my choice, I whispered to her gently. I still feel her eyes locked on mine, burning for me to tell her it's all an illusion and I still hear her soft whimpers, watching the silent tears steadily roll from her eyes. I remain completely silent and watch one the most relevant people—tremble. Coaxing her to sleep, I deliberately kissed her forehead and inwardly apologize for my misconception.
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"Cirrhosis," Haley said slowly, "Lucas has a form of Liver Cirrhosis, which is the result of inflation of his scarred liver."
A shiver worked its way through Jake's body and he felt the need to sit down. He watched as tears started to flee from her eyes and she crossed her arms to her chest, suppressing the sets of tears the best she could. Getting up, he brought her into his arms and hugged her softly. She relaxed against him and wiped the trail of tears away.
Pulling back, he whispered, "I heard, but I didn't know if it was true. Where is he now?"
"Peyton's …" she drifted off into her words, thinking about what would happen if Lucas didn't receive a liver on time.
"Earth to Haley." Jake smiled softly, bringing his waving hands back down to his sides.
"Sorry, what did you say?" She asked, avoiding her previously thoughts.
"How is Nathan handling this?"
The name flashed in her mind, Nathan. He hadn't called her all night and she failed to notice his morning absence. She bit her bottom lip, and scurried off to find a phone.
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Meanwhile…
"Hey sleepy head," Lucas smiled, sliding the curls to the side of her face.
She yawned, returning the comforting smile and lightly kissing him on the lips. "How you feeling?"
He winced slightly, looking away. "Baby, I told you I'll be fine," he sighed, shifting his position and moving slightly away from her.
She frowned momentarily and cuddled beside him. "I'm sorry Luke, you just look so flush."
Lucas detested how well she knew him, inside and out. It occasionally made him scornful when she wouldn't let go of her assumptions. She didn't really assume, more like knew, but still he despised it at times.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, snapping him out of thoughts.
His eyes started to go lazy and he fought back the sensation to close them. Looking back over to her, he exhaled, "I'm f—,"
Abruptly, he started to grasp at his abdominal and he cringed in pain, not being able to suppress the sudden stacks of coughs that hit his body.
Peyton jumped up from the bed, biting her bottom lip. "Luke!" she screamed, worries written all over her face.
He collapsed off the bed, bile and waste started to excuse them selves from his body. He couldn't stop the flow of blood that was trailing from his mouth. Trying to breathe, he stood steadily and looked over to Peyton, when a cluster of blood provoking coughs came over his body once again.
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"Nathan?" she smiled into the phone, softly tugging on the stands of hair that fell in her face.
"Hales, how's everything?"
"Why aren't you in school?" she frowned, "I was starting to worry."
He shrugged, "everything's fine baby, I just didn't feel like going."
She bit her bottom lip. Yep, he was taking it hard, "Oh, have you talked to Lucas?"
He sighed, a frown coming over his features. "Um…" a beeping came into the phone and he smiled, being able to avoid her question. "Hold on baby, there's another line."
"Okay," she responded sadly.
"Yo?" he replied dryly.
"Nathan," the voice responded shakily.
Nathan sat up straight, a shiver traveling his spine. "Peyton?"
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"What happened?" Haley yelled, walking along side Nathan.
"I don't know," Peyton cried, hands over her face. "He just—started to cough up blood and then he collapsed. I didn't know what to do; I couldn't drive with him this way. I called Keith, he rushed Luke to the hospital and I—," he lip trembled, tears rapidly started to fall from her face.
Haley scrunched up her face, immediately allowing the tears to fall. She walked over to Peyton and brought her into a hug.
Nathan sat down, unable to deal with what was going on, he closed his eyes.
"I got here as soon as I could," Karen called, making her way into the waiting room.
Keith stood up, seeing the fresh coat of tears already starting in her eyes.
"Some one please tell me that my son will be okay," she pleaded and broke down in immoral suffering.
Keith wiped the tears from her eyes, "Karen, you have to be strong for him."
"Ms. Scott?" the doctor asked, clearing his throat.
"No. My son has his fathers last name," she sighed and dried the tears from her cheeks. "Are you the new doctor?"
He replied with a nod and adjustment of his glasses.
Karen twitched, bringing her arms to cross her chest. "Is he okay?"
"Well, he's almost stable, but I'm afraid he'll be unconscious for a while. The lose of blood was tremendous and if he didn't get to the hospital when he did—," the doctor paused, looking at all the teary faces in the room, "let's just say he made it in at the right time."
"Can we go see him?" Nathan sat up in his chair, surprising everybody by his soft tone.
The doctor sighed, "Yes, but only one at a time for now."
Karen's eyes started to swell up with tears again. She took Nathan's hand, squeezing slightly, "You go."
He shook his head, looking at her with questioning eyes. "No, I'll go later; I know how much he means to you."
"And I know how much you mean to him," she smiled softly, gesturing him to listen to her.
He gave a gentle nod, squeezing her hand slightly, before letting go and disappearing behind the room door.
The doctor turned to Karen, "I'm afraid that we don't have too much time."
Karen remained silent, fighting the urge to collapse to the floor in sobs.
"We need to find a match quickly, were working on out of the family donors, but it doesn't look too good," the doctor continued.
"When can we get tested?" Keith asked, stepping into view.
"As soon as possible," the doctor sighed, "would you two young ladies like to be tested as well?" he looked over to Peyton and Haley.
They responded silently, with a nod of their head.
"Okay, as soon as you all have time to think about it, let me know and I'll get right on it." He smiled reassuringly, "You have to be completely sure that you would donate, because liver surgery is highly dangerous and not only to Lucas, but the donator as well."
They all quieted, but Karen gave a nod. "I would do anything for my son," she responded, breaking the thick silence.
"Okay, well the rest of you think about it and maybe we should test Lucas's father as well."
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When all is lost and you think that there's no one in the world that cares, you come to find you were completely wrong. Misconception. The fact that someone is willing to chance his or her life to give you the strength to breathe, is truly touching. It's unbelievable how some people care so much and you wouldn't even know it, until something tragic happens. It takes something completely depressing to bring the good of people out. The cycle of a mother and their child, doesn't fail to amuse me. I look at how they risked their lives bringing their children into this world and how they would gladly accept the same, bringing them back to life…
L.Scott
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Now on to the next chapter…enjoy
Chapter
Decree
AN: Yes, the journal entries are basically based on the show and I positively love the idea. In the end, Lucas reveals the moral and the point of the episode, recently dealing with acts of a person. Thank you for the reviews and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Again, I want to say thanks to the readers that commented on my brother, I really appreciated that. Review…
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April 8th
Decree, the word could simply stand by itself and humans would still arch eyebrows in fascination. Is decree a simple promise or a verdict of evaluation? In some paths yes, but to me it's much more. It's a full elaborate confession, a declaration straight from the core, involving unconfused certainty and a solemn inclusive pledge. Decree, is an intricate form of blatant respect and should be cherished not chastised.
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Nathan's P.O.V
Animosity.
Not toward the unconscious figure steadily adjacent me, but toward the man that deposited his wrath, the man above me.
The person next to me was the only person that's smile nearly blinded my world, the smile that barely did smile. The smile that taught me that just maybe they're candidly was a god above which such power. The only smile, which taught me that façade could be seen if looking hard enough, that only smile was now sprawled out in a hospital bed, breathing through tubes and machines, prison to the chance of life. Prison to the above.
What's fair about that?
He never asked for this, never pleaded to be—punished.
I thought god was supposed to be fair, but is it honestly fair that such a devoted individual should be inhaling for dare existence? Was it fair that someone so precious, to many, was being ripped away, deprived from… me?
Animosity? I believe so…
After we came to reconciliation and he looked at me faintly, smiled, forgave me for everything I've burdened him with, he was being stolen. After all he's done for me, forgiveness was not the only of his gracious gifts and he doesn't even know that I appreciate, wish that I could repay him some how.
This is the only way…
Through my presence, I am hoping, he will wake up to the tears that try escaping my eyes and see that I really do feel his blood running through my veins.
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Dan's P.O.V
My son… in the hospital? There must have been a mistake, a mix up; I talked to my son on the phone yesterday. He was fine wasn't he? He sounded perfectly normal and wasn't acting stiff or portraying pain, or was he?
I shook my head brutally, placing the phone on the receiver.
No, It can't be.
Realization started running through my head and I gasped.
It's Lucas, not Nathan; it couldn't be Nathan, which means it has to be Lucas.
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All I could do is wait, watch him sleep and believe that he's going to wake up soon; believe that he's having a good dream and he'll wake up, wanting to play football.
But, No, it's not that simple; life is never simple.
I wonder if I'm thinking too negative, he could be all right, cant he?
I wait.
Wishing he would wake up so I could lay down my façade and explain to him how I really feel. Dept, we never crossed that line, we simply stuck together, no questions asked and no questions pondered. At least, that's how I believe Lucas is with me, because if he did think thoroughly, maybe he would have never forgiven me. The point is, I never honestly said 'sorry', never spoke the words, we just knew—he knew and reconciled. Which makes him a hundred times the person than me. A hundred times. What doesn't the higher power understand?
Take me, not Lucas.
I silently make a promise to my rapidly decaying brother.
Not decaying, I hate that word.
Passing? Whatever, I just guarantee and give him what's left of me. Anything that's needed, blood, a heart, my spine, he could have it; after all—precious people belong on earth and he deserves to breathe more than I do.
Finally, all balled up emotions—disdain, confusion and pain, leaked away, with a single flutter of my eyelid.
The fragment of emotion fell upon his arm, slowly evaporating into his skin and parting with my vision.
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How did you like it? I know, not any dialogue, but I just simply loved it this way. Don't worry, next chapter will be longer and include dialogue. Please Review …