Disclaimer: It's in the first chapter
Parings: Brucas
Rating: PG
Summary: Brooke is sick, and no one knows
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Light the candle
Flashback...
"Dr. Mackenzie turns to look at me and smiles encouragingly. "We'll get through this Brooke, I promise" then he leaves
His promise doesn't make me feel any better. After all, I've been brought up into a world of empty promises.
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BROOKE"S POV
I lie here in the uncomfortable hospital bed, my chest aching.
I look around the cold, white and sterile room and see a single bunch of flowers.
Coincidentally the day that I crashed the car and was brought into the hospital, was the last day of school. So I had been here in the hospital all holidays. Fun huh?
Kate had asked me continuously if I had wanted her to call anyone. But I always said no. After all who did I really have?
Lucas cheated on me with Peyton, and Haley was Luke's best friend. And Nathan was Hailey's boyfriend. So pretty much I was all alone.
Except for Kate.
Kate is the one who sat with me on the first consolation.
Kate is the one who held me while I cried my heart out when I found out that I would need major surgery.
Kate is the one who sat with me during that ten hour surgery.
But most importantly, Kate is the one who never failed me.
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In The consultation I was told that I would need major surgery.
The operation would take approx ten hours.
I would be knocked out though. So I'd go into the operating room at 4am, and I'd come out at 2pm, with a scar the size of a ruler down my chest.
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Doctor Mackenzie comes into my room today; a month since my surgery.
"Hello Brooke, how are you feeling today?"
"Pretty good actually, I had a walk around the other wards this morning."
"Well done! Well, as you probably know, school will be starting again in three days, and since it is a month since your surgery, and you are recovering very well, I am here to tell you that you are being released from the hospital tomorrow!"
I stare at him, with a look of shock on my face. Released? But that meant that I would have to go back to school. Back to Lucas, and back to Peyton. Oh god help me I whispered to myself.
"So..." he continued
"Your sister Kate will be coming in here tomorrow morning to take you and your belongings home, and then she will be staying with you until your parents return."
Well at least I don't have to put up with those shit heads I'm supposed to refer too as parents for awhile.
"Okay then Brooke, I'll leave you alone now to pack, and then ill see you tomorrow morning!"
He is just about to leave the room until I call him
"Yes?" he says turning back to face me.
"Doctor Mackenzie" I start... "Does this mean that my heart problem is gone for good?"
"Well... it is sustained for now, but it will never disappear. You may experience some problems, or relapse in the near future."
"Oh... Okay... thanks then."
He smiles encouragingly and then leaves me all alone in this sterile room to think.
And to worry.
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The next morning after I wake up to yet another miserable day, I get dressed in my favourite jeans, and an old white tee that I had always liked
I figured that I'd need all the help I could get.
After Kate had arrived and I was put into a wheel chair, I was just about to push myself out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I swivelled my head and came face to face with Doctor Mackenzie.
"Miss Davis, Here is my number; I want you or Kate to call as soon as you can so that we can set up a check up appointment. If there are any other problems, call me immediately. Remember that you're not 100 healthy, you will have this defect for all your life."
Oh nice one doc, just rub it in why don't you?
But I put on my "happy" face none the less, and I say "thanks doctor, ill do that".
And then I continue on my way, out those huge glass doors and back into the world of tree hill.
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I hear the shrill ring of the alarm go off, and groaning with sleep, I hoist myself up to a sitting position, and stand up quickly.
And I fall promptly to the floor on my ass.
This all just seems too familiar.
So instead of taking the car today, I instead take the bus.
Yes that's right, the bus.
I arrive at school, and see the looming great big buildings. It sucks to be back.
Its not like I'm a dumb student, it's just that school means labels, and things that I'm just not. And because school means Lucas.
I heave a huge sigh, and after realizing that staring at the school won't actually make it disappear, I walk slowly towards the doors that open into hell.
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The first thing I do is I walk into the principal's office, and not because I'd done something wrong. But because I had to talk to him about my health.
I knock on the heavy wooden door, and it swings open to reveal a scrawny middle aged man.
"Miss Davis, please come in and take a seat"
I sit down, and face him.
"Miss Davis, I have heard that you have a heart problem, I also understand that you have had an operation, and are currently recovering, but I also understand that it will still give you a bit of trouble occasionally. I don't like the idea of this affecting your grades, but I guess I really have no choice. A letter will be sent out to your Teachers that will inform them of your illness, and it will also say that if you feel sick at any time, that they are to excuse you form class.
Any questions?"
"Um... no." I reply.
RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG goes the bell that signals the start of class.
"Well that's good. If you would like to discuss this more feel free to stop by."
"Sure" I say. When all I'm really thinking is 'like hell!'
"Good then. Here is a note to excuse you for being late" he says while scribbling the note on a fresh piece of paper
He hands it to me, and then with a tight lipped smile, I realise that I have been excused.
Thank god!
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I walk down the dim hall walled with crutty lockers, until I reach room 46a. My English class.
The one class that I also share with Haley, Peyton, Nathan and good 'ol Lucas himself.
Oh joy, this will be fun.
I put on my confident face, and push open the door. All heads snap towards me, and I can see that they're looking at me oddly.
'Well of course' I remember; ever since I was diagnosed I have been a deathly shade of white.
"Miss Davis, how nice you could grace us with your presen..." Mr Phillips stops short when he looks at me.
"Miss Davis, are you okay??"
"Just peachy" I tell him before handing the note which he reads, and then directs me towards the only empty seat left in the class, which just so happens to be right in front of Lucas.
I lower myself into the desk with only a slight wince of pain, and deliberately avoid his eyes.
I then get out my binder and pens, and prepare myself for one hour, that is easily twice as worse as ten hours of open heart surgery.
I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams.
I, I, I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
And I don't have fond desires,
And I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
Happiness and I guess
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked old misery,
And she's been here since then.
(Spoken) Yeah, we're fucked!
I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
END OF CHAPTER
AN: Hello everyone. I hope that this chapter is okay. I wrote it pretty fast, so it may have a few errors. The song at the end of this chapter is called "since I don't have you" by guns and roses. Please review!! I'll try to get the next chapter up tomorrow.
(and thanks to all the reviewers so far: colleen3200, October, brookefan, oth/o.c.fan213, deathraveness and brooke lover. I really appreciate your reviews!!)