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Dazed. That's one way to describe how Nathan was feeling after he got off the phone with his sister. His dad, Dan Scott, heart attack. If he thought back to a few months ago to when his dad was at the center of his hatred he would probably laugh and ignore the call. But now, after his dad has been raising his sister as a single parent and going through a divorce. He fell back onto his pillow, thinking about his family. His dysfunctional family.

"Who was that?" Haley asked, rolling over. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Trinity...she's at the hospital..." Haley's eyes shot open, looking up at her husband.

"Dan- uh, my father, had a heart attack...."

"Oh my, Nathan, are you okay?" she asked, sitting up and beside him, hugging him. A worried look was on her face. His face rested emotionless and blank.

"I don't really know, but I told Trinity we'd be there soon enough though, she twisted her ankle too," he said, giving her a slight kiss on the lips.

"Alright, you go shower, I'll get us something to eat," she said, returning the favour and quickly getting up and walking from their room to the kitchen.

"The is her," Deb spoke into the phone, replying to the person on the other line.

"Hi, I'm calling from Tree Hill Hospital, your husband Dan Scott had a heart attack this morning and your daughter is here too and-"

"I'll be there as soon as possible," Deb said quickly, devestation flowing through her body. Dan. Heart Attack. That was a lot to take in. She slipped into on of the booths, her head in her hands. She never knew how suddenly these things could happen.

"Deb?" called a vice from the back, "Deb? Who called?" Karen walked behind the counter, going over a few papers. She looked up and saw her hunched over at a close booth.

"Deb?" she rushed over to the table, "Are you alright?" Deb was crying now, she couldn't hold it back.

"Karen, it's Dan, he had a heart attack..." she said shortly, not making eye contact.

"Oh my, wow, do you need a ride to the hospital?" Karen asked, smoothly patting her back.

"No, I'll be fine, I'll give you a call later Karen, to see how he is," she said finally, breathing in then out again. And with that, she made her way from the cafe, to her car, to the hospital.

"Trinity!" Nathan called out to his sister, who was sitting on the other side of the waiting room in the ICU ward of the hospital. She looked up from the magazine she claimed to have been looking through but she wasn't concentrating anyway. She saw her brother standing there, Haley at his side. She smiled a little bit at the sight of her brother, a good new face to see. She was tired of seeing the various nurses and doctors look at her, she was tired of seeing the face of her father in mid heart attack and she was tired of seeing Ryland.

"Nathan," she said, getting up the best she could on her sore ankle. It didn't hurt that much and she could walk on it but the doctor insisted on putting tensor on. True, when she walked she limped, but still. She gave her brother a tight hug, trying to hold back her tears.

"You okay?" he said softly. It wasn't really a question, more of a reasurrance in the state of a question. She nodded a little bit and let him go, now reatreating to a closer seat to her father's door. No one was allowed in to see him and no one knew nothing about him and wouldn't know until Deb arrived at the hospital, still being the legal binding spouse.

"Heard from mom yet?" he asked, walking over with Haley and taking a seat beside her since there was nothing else to do.

"A nurse called her and the nurse said she said she would be here as soon as possible. Which was about 20 minutes ago, so she should be here soon..." she trailed off, seeing a frantic looking Deb Scott walk through the doors near them. A freaky coincidence. Deb made her way over to where her two children and her daughter-in-law were sitting, Trinity and Nathan hugging her. They didn't say anything.

About 10 minutes later Deb came back and joined them in the act of sitting. She explained what the doctor's had told her, how he was currently in a coma and should wake up soon. One person allowed in the room at a time, but no one yet, not even close family. She didn't want to say it but she had to.

"They said he will wake up, but that doesn't mean he will make it," she said quietly. No one spoke. Haley took the cue as an opprutune moment to volunteer to get some coffee. Deb said she was going down to the chapel to pray and she asked Nathan to make some phone calls.

Trinity was once again left alone in the waiting room. She didn't want to go to chapel because that meant you were waiting for the worst. If Trinity had learned one thing in life was to look on the bright side. Going to the chapel to pray he makes it was not the bright side. Sitting and waiting for him to wake up, so you could personally talk to him and pray with him was better. Now all she had to do was wait.

Lucas was standing on the beach in Charleston, running his hands through his hair. His short hair. Once arriving in his new town he decided he needed a fresh new start which had to do with his hair. He reached into his pocket to check his cell phone, in case he had missed anything. He saw a flashing button, new voice mail. He put the phone to his ear to hear his sister's fragile voice on the other end. Something must be wrong. Just as he was about to call her, he saw Keith making his way towards him.

"Hey Keith, what's wrong? Your facial expression is telling me someone died," Lucas joked, getting no reaction from his uncle.

"Close, it's my brother, your father, Dan Scott, he had a heart attack..." Keith said shortly, an almost confused look on his face.

"I guess that means, I should pack a bag,"

"It means it's already time to leave,"

They had only been in Charleston a few weeks, only a week in their new apartment. The previous week they had stayed in a hotel because the apartment wasn't ready yet. Keith hadn't started teaching yet, he wouldn't for about a month. They had a grand total of one box unpacked and the fridge. And now...

"Time to return to Tree Hill..."

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