Chapter
Copasetic
AN: Hey everyone! Sorry, I know it's been a very long time since my last update, but my computer's not working at the moment and it's rare that I get chances to write lately. Well, here I am, in school I might add, but I probably won't get another chance for a while, until I get my computer working again. *sigh* so, please enjoy and review! Oh, and about the whole Haley thing, I did that on purpose, wanting to be evil!
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When reality is torturing the very last nerve one holds on to, tempting them to let go and release all of the negative energy concealed inside, allowing them to breathe a whole lot lighter; sometimes it's not as simple as it sounds. After all, actions receive consequences and consequences are filled thicker with disdain than the mere confinement of those treacherous feelings. So, what's one to do when their world is lost and with a single blink of an eye, everything, and everyone could disappear without a trace, leaving them wondering why they didn't release that energy in the first place… you see, now, they have no one to confide in, to share the very turmoil that rips their soul apart and it leaves them petrified, taking such feelings to the grave is wrong.
L.S
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Two weeks later …
"How are you feeling?" whispered a soft voice, smiling at the sight of him. "You're finally awake."
A yawn escaped his mouth and he offered a weak smile, "a little tired still, and you?"
"Lucas," she furrowed her eyebrows, her smile dissolving into a small frown, "maybe you should go back to sleep, really, I didn't mean to wake you."
A dry chuckle escaped him, "Hales, it's alright," he threw his hands in the air, "calm down."
She looked at him, eyebrow raised and glared sternly.
He couldn't help but laugh once more. "I didn't even know you were here, you didn't wake me, I promise," he announced, placing his hand over his heart.
A slight sigh, followed by a relieving smile, "good," she set down the coffee that she brought from the café on the table beside him and walked over to his bed.
"I miss you," he looked into her eyes sadly and gestured for her to come closer.
"I'm right here," she frowned slightly, but decided it wasn't the best time. Walking over to a chair, she removed her jacket, setting her sneakers beside it and walking back over to his bedside.
A knowing look crossed his features; he pushed to the side of his bed slightly and lifted the covers for her. She slid in easily; her head comfortable on his chest and her hand across his stomach, as he softly brushed stray hairs from her cheek.
"I miss you too, Scott," she whispered, before closing her eyes and drifting gently into a soft sleep, "I miss you too."
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"So, what should I do?" The blonde paced back and forth, feeling slightly claustrophobic, due to the tight space that the girl's locker room offered.
"You have me beat there," Haley shrugged, glancing compassionately at her friend.
"I don't get how this could happen," sighing, she sat down on the bench beside Haley. "Was he okay when you seen him this morning?"
Sighing, she said, "Well, as okay as he's going to get. He doesn't have much longer and I know he knows, he try's being too strong, you know?"
"Yeah," she furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't know Haley."
She shook her head, "are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know," Peyton shrugged, tears glistening in her eyes.
"He would want to know, he deserves it, you know?"
"Yeah," she cupped her hands to her face. "I just can't believe this, two months ago if you would have told me Lucas was dying of a liver disease I would have probably rolled my eyes."
"That would be a cruel joke," she chuckled dryly, frowning at the thought.
The petite blond frowned as well. "Yeah, and what ever happened to a transplant?"
"It might be too dangerous, for Lucas to undergo surgery again," her features saddened and she could feel the moist of her eyes, gently, she placed her hand over her friends.
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"What the fuck!" the youngest Scott screamed, punching the locker he just slammed shut.
"Nathan, calm down," Brooke lightly touched his arm.
He flinched and sharply turned away, causing her to jump slightly to his movement.
"Come here," she gestured him to sit and watched him roll his eyes but respond to her request. "Let me take a look at that," she slightly grazed her finger over the cut on his lip and sighed as he winced. "It's deep," she announced, lightly wiping it with an alcohol swab.
He shrugged, letting the silence take over.
She exhaled softly, "why did you hit Tim?"
He rolled his eyes, "forget about it."
"Nathan," she let her hands fall to her sides, staring at him with pleading eyes.
"He was just being an asshole that's all," he shrugged again.
She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes.
"Okay," he said defeated, "he was saying how it's funny how Haley cheated on me, while my brother's laying in a hospital bed dying."
A stray tear fell from her eyes and strode down her cheek. "That asshole," she said almost above a whisper.
He could only nod, embracing her in a soft hug, before getting up and muttering thanks
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Walking down the hall way, he sighed, hearing his name being called.
"What?" he rolled his eyes, "I already know Whitey, fighting gets you kicked off the team," he mocked before turning around and continuing his approach to the outside world.
"Nathan," he repeated sternly.
Without a word he turned around, looking at the older man in question.
"How's Lucas?" he said after slight hesitation.
Frowning slightly, "he's going to be okay," he whispered before turning around and maintaining his grip on sanity.
Whitey smiled softly watching him go, shaking his head and letting his smile retort into a frown.
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"Happy eighteenth birthday Scott," Haley announced, walking into his hospital room with a cake, followed by the rest of his loved ones.
He smiled, sitting up in his bed, "I almost thought you all forgot."
"Never," Keith grinned.
"I forgot," Nathan announced, playfully punching his brother in the arm.
"I love you," Karen said, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Aw, mom, come here," he frowned.
"Your eighteen," she chuckled, wiping the tears from her eyes, "oh god, your eighteen."
"If I knew it would be like this I would have never grew up," he laughed, pulling his mom into a soft hug.
"Let's do the cake before it melts," Deb announced, tying balloons to a chair beside Lucas.
"Yeah, I'm hungry," Peyton smiled, kissing Lucas softly and whispering happy birthday.
The lights went out and horrible voices filled the room, yet through all the nerve racking noise, Lucas couldn't ask for anymore.
Fade out …
"I can't believe he's in a hospital room on his birthday," Karen sighed, sipping her coffee.
"Sleeping," Haley added.
Silence filled the room as every one was left contemplating their own thoughts.
A loud buzzer started to go off, alarming them and snapping each one from their state of relaxation.
"What's happening?" Peyton stood quickly, dropping her cup to the ground; the pieces of glass scattering everywhere.
Nurses and doctors rushed by them, Karen's heart stopped as she prayed they would pass her son's room, but they didn't.
"Oh my god," Brooke started to panic, screaming chaotically.
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'The light was strong; the ray's hurt his eyes. He was being pulled into it, like something was calling for him. He couldn't stop, he tried, but it kept pulling him and he just wanted to end this pain. It told him that the pain would stop if he would just let go…' –Lucas
The nurse panicked, his heart had stopped, the line went completely straight and he wasn't breathing.
"I said get me the scalpel," the doctor yelled, waking her from her thoughts.
"Sorry," she said, quickly handing him the blade.
'Clear'
One of the doctors's repeated, shaking his head. "Again," he ordered.
'Clear'
"It's not working," he announced.
"Were going to have to cut the air supply, it's the only way his body might balance."
"Are you sure?" the other doctor said, pumping Lucas's chest again.
The doctor held up the blade.
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"Everything's copasetic for now," the physician said, removing his gloves, "but I'm afraid if we don't try a surgery soon, he might not live to see the next month."
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The next day …
"Are you sure about this?" She scrunched her eyebrows together, frowning at the thought.
Nathan sighed, "What else is there to do? There's not anything to be sure about Peyton, he's dying."
A tear slowly slipped from her eye, she gave a soft nod and slid down the wall in a corner. "I just don't know anymore Nate," she whispered, brushing curls aside.
He frowned, sliding down the wall as well and sitting beside her. "I don't know either, but whatever happens I want you to know I'm there for you and the baby."
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I know it sucked, but I don't have much time (in school, remember?) lol. Review for me, please! *whines*