Contemplation

Chapter

Transitory

AN: Thanks for all the wonderful support, again. I really enjoy writing this story and I hope you enjoy it as well. Take the time to review please; I would really appreciate it. Oh and to the reviewer who asked about my other story 'unconsciously sleeping with the enemy' its rated R, sorry hunny. Go check it out.

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April 8th,

'False hope is temporary comfort.'- Samantha Barrett

I seem to find my self fixated on such a mere line, getting rapped up in the illusions of 'maybe' and 'for now'. The simple relinquishment of pain, subsiding of reality, could change all aspects of the present and that ladies and gentlemen—is an effortless way out.

L.S

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"I got a call," his tone fluctuated as he spoke, facing a group of overwhelmed and frankly tired people.

When no one answered and he received blank stares, he opened his mouth to speak again.

"What are you doing here?" Keith stood up, anger rising in his voice.

Karen sighed, tears resurfacing in her eyes. "Don't," she held up her hand sternly, "we don't need a fight now, not when Lucas is fighting for his life."

A pain jabbed through Dan's body and he suppressed the feeling to sit down, but a tinge of relief exhaled from his lips. "So it is Lucas?"

Karen's eyes welled up one last time, fighting the urge to break away, she simply sighed and implicated with a nod. "Don't sound too happy."

Something surpassed through his body at the moment and he opened his mouth to speak, rid his self of turmoil, unfortunately being again, interrupted.

"I suspect your Mr. Scott?" The doctor offered a hand, sighing slightly at the shaken up man in front of him.

"Yes." Dan held out his hand, stealing a glance at Karen; who still glared at him with disdain.

"I assume they've already filled you in," he gestured to the others and continued, "Actually, I'm here because I've got some good news."

Immediately, tension started to grip at her body and her heart seemed to stay frozen, awaiting the doctor's message. "What is it Dr.?" Karen inwardly shivered, trying her best to keep up her façade in front of her ex love.

A faint, but fairly noticeable, smile worked its way on the doctor's lips. "I don't want to get hopes too high and I definitely don't want to see anyone thanking god just yet, but it seems that we've found a donor."

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"Lucas," he was having a difficult time swallowing the mass that clogged in his throat, "you need to wake up."

Silence

"Everyone misses you and I think Haley's getting dizzy pacing," he chuckled dryly, eyes plastered on the door and looked back to his sleeping brother. "Peyton," he arched his eyebrow and sighed, "well she's acting strange and don't get me wrong, I can see why, but her sobs never seem to end."

Silence

"You would hate it," a simple sigh, "your mother is here and she's being rather strong, maybe it's the help from uncle Keith, I don't know," he shrugged. "They need you Luke, they really do and I don't know how long they're going to last with you breathing this way. I'm telling you, wake up and end this sorrow, it's for the best and maybe I could get Haley to calm down," his eyes fixated to a spot on the wall, "maybe I could calm my self down."

"What was that," a slight cough, leading with a low, raspy voice, "little brother?"

Nathan's focus now followed the sound, I'm not crazy, he thought.

"Lucas?" he asked arching his eyebrow, wide eyes confirming his confusion.

"No, it's Santa clause," he coughed, but still softly smiled.

Nathan squeezed his hand slightly, before letting go and allowing himself a small smile. "Don't scare me like that," he huffed above a whisper. "How much of that did you hear?" he asked suddenly interested in his shoes or perhaps the cold floor beneath him.

"Nate, where's Peyton? I know she must have been hysterical after what happened." He tensed up, ignoring his brother's previous question.

Nathan gestured his head toward the door, "yeah she took it pretty hard, but you're awake now."

Lucas closed his eyes, swallowing the pain that developed in his throat. "Yeah," he muttered simply.

"Your fine now, right?" Nathan tensed up, but he knew the answer; he wasn't stupid, but he could hope, couldn't he?

The eldest brother opened his eyes, a reassuring smile forming on his lips. "Since when did you worry so much?" he chuckled with a sigh, "my throats dry, I need something to drink."

Nathan responded with a nod, knowing his brother was blowing his question off, but again, it didn't matter because he knew the answer. "I'll go tell the doctor your awake and have a nurse come bring you something. Your voice does sound horrible," he joked, before disappearing from the room.

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The voice was unmistakable one of the sternest voices he's ever heard, ever. It could only belong to—

"Dad?" Nathan shut the door behind him, looking his father up and down, disgust seeping through his features. "What are you doing here?"

"You sound like Keith," he gestured to his 'brother', "I'm glad your okay."

"Yeah, in turn of Lucas is not," venom leaked from his voice and he sighed, not wanting to argue this moment. "He's awake," he announced.

"W-what?" Karen's heart pounded fast in its cage, "Is he okay?"

A simple nod and a gesture to the doctor, "he wants some orange juice, it's his favorite."

"Thank god," was muttered from sighing mouths in the room and Peyton wiped her eyes gratefully.

"Good, now the surgery should be more successful with his breathing at a normal pace," with that the doctor smiled and walked away, speaking to a nurse before disappearing into another corridor.

"Surgery?" Nathan asked quizzical.

"It seems that they've found a donor, a person died last week and matched Lucas," Keith exhaled softly, a smile passing his lips. "They're going to bring Lucas in for surgery tomorrow, but the surgery may be transitory, no one knows for sure."

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She ran her fingers through his soft hair, massaging gently as she passed skin with her fingers. Content.

Haley always knew how to ease his tension.

He relaxed into the feel of her fingers dancing on his skin and sighed in relief, knowing she was there for him. Content.

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"Please," he pleaded, his eyes soft and apologetic, "please stop crying."

She exhaled sharply, her body trembling by another set of tears. "I'm sorry," she sighed, choking on her words.

He frowned, not wanting her to feel like a burden. "Come here, come here," he gently stroked her hair, kissing the crown on her head.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, tightly clinging on to his shirts as vicious sobs shook her body.

"It's okay, it's okay," Lucas hushed her, "look at me Peyt," he held up her chin with his finger and their eyes met. "You have no reason to be sorry, I love you, okay?"

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Maybe all we ever really need is that temporary amount of comfort. The content ness and just knowing that while someone's still there, everything will be fine…for now.

L. Scott.

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