Contemplation  

Encumbrance

A/N Merry belated x-mas and happy New Year *cheese … My computer is still curably diseased, but it of course, will be fixed soon; for now, my moms computer works...sometimes.

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The most tedious emphasis to a precisely beautiful day ends with the scent- chill of death and of decomposing figures. The utter word of beauty in the most tragic, blatant shelter of death sends a shiver creeping up ones spine, but over a thin line new life is also created in that same shelter for death; the sanctuary I refer to is a hospital, where one can become just a mere burden to the human soul.

Luke

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"Here," the voice gently whispered, sitting down beside him. He looked up, knowing the sweet voice could only belong one, Haley.

Taking the cup on coffee, lightly feeling her fingers linger against his, he pulled away and muttered a "thanks."

Biting her bottom lip, she offered a soft nod and sat next to him, relaxing into the odd, but comfortable silence.

"You okay?" She said, stealing a glance at him.

Nathan sighed, offering her a reassuring smile, "Yeah, you?"

His faint reassurance caused her to smile as well, but she knew it wasn't true; knew his smile was only the faint metaphor of a tear. "I'm fine," she said softly, meeting her best friend's hospital room door with her eyes. 

"I—," he started, for once since their breakup; he looked her straight in the eyes.

The sound of a throat being cleared broke the moment. "Ms. James, Mr. Scott," said the pale faced doctor, "could you please gather everyone? I've received news."

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"Were all here doctor," Keith swallowed hard, embracing Karen in a comforting hug.

"Well," the doctor took his glasses from his face and grazed the lens with his finger; after slight hesitation he sighed, "Ms. Sawyer, Ms. James, Mr. Scott," everyone looked around in confusion, "the oldest Scott; not one of you are compatible to be a donor for Lucas."

Keith clenched his fist together, sharply exhaling at the bad news and watched Haley's eyes swell up.

Peyton's knee's gave in and she sloppily, but luckily, reached the chair beside her on time.

"The blatant news to this rather, horrible day, is the mother, father and brother are compatible donors, but there's a fifty-fifty chance that it might not be possible."

Karen scowled at the doctor, "his father?" stepping away from Keith's warm embrace, instantly meeting the cold. "How would you know he's a match?" she almost released with a pout.

"Because," a stern voice interrupted, "I tested."

Her eyes met that of her past loves, now knowing nothing but disdain and hatred. Words fell blank from her lips, tired of fighting, tired of holding anger, "why?" she whispered.

"Karen, I don't want to talk about it," he spit out harshly, "just leave it alone."

"Fuck you," she glared, crossing her arms to her chest. "Since when did you become his father?"

"Since you made it known t the town," his words were harsh, but instantly he wished he never said them; knowing he honestly didn't feel that way.

Keith growled, stepping forward.

Nathan stepped up, between a battle he knew was about to conjure; knowing his uncle Keith wanted nothing more than to swing at his pitiful father. "Shut up!" he yelled, glaring at supposed adults in the room. "Just shut the fuck up," he turned away coldly, walking over to his brother's hospital room. "You all should be ashamed of your self," he twisted the door knob, his voice becoming calmer. "My brothers in there," he pointed, "fighting for his life and you all are arguing over shit that doesn't matter anymore. He's not a burden; it's about time all of you learned that." The sound of a sigh and a door being slammed silenced the waiting room.

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 "But I don't get it," Peyton's lips curved into a frown, "when did this happen?"

The contemplating brunette looked down the vast hospital halls, watching every step she made forward, feeling as if she wasn't moving at all. "Well,"

Flash back…Three hours earlier (Marissa's Birthday party)

The caller ID to her cell phone read 'Nathan' and she sighed, hesitating before answering.

"Haley," sadness filled his voice and he swallowed the ball of mass forming in his throat.

"What's wrong?" his voice made her stomach turn, there was something seriously wrong.

A soft exhale escaped grieving lips, "Baby, just tell me you never did it and ill forget about this."

There it was again, the feeling of something crawling inside her stomach and her eyes played wide, while her bottom lip quivered. "Tell you I didn't do what?"

"You slept with him didn't you?" his voice grew serious, but she could hear the emptiness in his voice; he knew.

A tear slipped from her eye; quickly she brushed it away with her finger. She could lie and everything will be okay, wouldn't it? Deep down inside, she knew as well and she swallowed hard, muttering, "Nathan, I'm so sorry."

End of F.B

"Oh my god," her hand caught hold of her mouth.

Haley could only nod, "I know."

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I know it's short and also kind of stupid, but I assure you it will get better. It's only because I'm on my mom's laptop and my comp's getting fixed, I don't have much time, sorry. Ignore my spelling mistakes and what not, I promise you a longer and better chapter! MUAH! Review!