"Mr. Scott, you didn't eat your jello", the nurse scolded, hands on her hips.

"Oh. Is that what that was supposed to be?" Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Don't be a comedian", she instructed. "You have to eat dear in order to regain your strength. The stronger your body becomes…"

Lucas glanced over at the clock. It was already after three. He knew there was no use in arguing with the nurse from hell, especially if he wanted her to leave.

"Okay, okay", he said scooping up a few spoonfuls of the green jello and shoving them into his mouth. "See? All better. I'm eating now. Are you happy?"

"Delighted", she smiled, satisfied. "Now if there is anything else I can do for you…"

Luke's eyes looked over again at the clock. 3:11. Damn, he had to get her out of there.

"No, I'm fine. Actually, I'm feeling kind of tired so if you don't mind…"

"No problem", she smiled. "I'll see you after your nap."

She shut the door on her way and out and he breathed a sigh of relief as he reached over for the remote. He quickly turned the channel to the Guiding Light, which of course, was already in progress. Lucas would never admit it, but he had become hooked on that show. At first it was because he had taking a liking to the character of Savannah Spaulding but in watching her, he was now addicted to the soap. Like Nathan, he was wondering who exactly had killed Phillip and if he was even dead. He shook his head. He couldn't believe life had come down to a cheesy daytime soap being the highlight of his day. But unfortunately, it was.

He watched the show, paying extra attention in any of Savannah's scenes. There was just something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. No, she wasn't the prettiest girl he had ever seen or even the best actress but there was something mildly intriguing about her. Lucas decided that it was her eyes. They were certainly her best feature. And her voice. The voice was definitely sexy.

After the show, he found himself in the throes of his usual boredom. He would have given anything to be able to physically get up out of that bed and walk but he knew that was an impossible wish. It was dreadfully obvious he wasn't going anywhere for a while so instead he reached for his laptop. Scouring the Internet, he searched for scores and the latest dish on his favorite NBA and college teams. What normally interested and excited him, now just made him feel depressed. It was one more painful reminder of what he once was and what he possibly would never be again.

Lucas shut the laptop and cursed out loud. Damn, he wanted out of that bed. The four walls were closing in and he was developing a nasty case of cabin fever. Of course there was one option. With help from the nurses, his battered body could be loaded into a wheelchair and he'd have the joyous pleasure of being wheeled around his floor and the surrounding wings. Never fucking mind, he thought. He'd rather die than have to get in that thing.

Instead, he logged on again. He read weather reports and the latest news but even that was boring. Sighing, he went back to Google and typed the name, Brooke Davis. The search engine immediately flashed well over two hundred thousand results for her. He noticed the first one was for her official site. Lucas clicked the link and was surprised to her a sound byte of Brooke welcoming visitors to the site. That breathy, throaty voice instantly brought a smile to his face.

Off the homepage was the link to her biography. It listed the usual stats…full name, hometown, height and weight, favorite color and food, blah, blah, blah. Lucas read on, wanting to learn more about the young actress who had captivated his mind for almost a week. Although her beauty was sophisticated, it was surprising to learn that Brooke was the same age as himself, only 21. She had grown up on Long Island in New York and had begun modeling at an early age. After several stints in the theatre and a few recurring roles on various television programs, her big break had come with the breakout role of sexy Savannah Spaulding on the Guiding Light.

Lucas went to the gallery section. There were hundreds of pictures of her onset, on screen, at events and from her portfolio. She was, without a doubt, gorgeous and that all American dimpled smile was present in every photograph but there was something else. Behind the bright eyes and beaming grin there seemed to be a hint of uncertainty…sadness even. Lucas wondered if it had anything to do with that tall, dark, flashy guy that was always on her arm in the pictures of parties. His name was Felix Domingo and he was listed as her manager and "friend" but by looks alone, it was quite easy to tell that there was more between them.

Lucas couldn't stop reading or looking at her pictures. It was out of character for him but it was like he had to know everything about her. Even when he had read every single word on her official site, he began to surf the other results. It was enough occupy his time for hours. Still he couldn't help but feel silly, just like he did when watching the soap opera. He constantly had one eye on the door just waiting for one of the nurses or doctors, his mother, Haley, Dan, or worse, Nathan, to walk in. It was one thing to know all her stats and professional standings but Lucas was slightly embarrassed by the fact that he knew what kind of car Brooke drove, what her favorite restaurant was, and that she'd grown up with a pet Cocker Spaniel named Trixie. On one hand Lucas felt ridiculously disgusted with himself for being so..."juvenile" but on the other hand, it was fun. Fun, a word that had been lacking in his life as of late.

Staring one last time at her picture, he thought long and hard. Was she really like her character? What was the deal with her manager? How come she looked sad in her pictures despite the million dollar smile? Taking a deep breath, Lucas realized he was seriously losing it. She was just a girl. Just another actress on the television screen. It was stupid anyway and she was probably just another shallow, self absorbed star. Besides, it wasn't like they would ever meet anyway. She was a famous celebrity and he was a paralyzed patient stuck in a crummy hospital room. The likeliness of them ever meeting stood about the same chance as a full physical recovery for him…slim to none.