"I don't really know what to say Tim." Nathan finally spoke, still in complete shock. This was his daughter, it didn't matter how, it was his daughter and she may not make it and it could all be because of his friend.
"You don't have to say anything," Tim said quietly, looking steadily at the ground.
"Of course I do! I mean Tim, it's called common sense! You are supposed to be looking at the road while you drive," Nathan exclaimed, his voice growing louder and louder
Haley gave Lucas another hug and let him go back to Callie's room. From the distance of the waiting room she could hear her husband shouting. She hurried to see what was the problem. Nathan and Tim.
"Nathan," she hushed him as she came over. But that didn't stop him. Tim tried his best to get a word in, but Nathan wouldn't care.
"Nathan, calm down man, it was an accident," Tim tried.
"I don't care, I can't even look at you, she could die you know!" he spoke, even louder. With sudden urge, Haley grabbed Nathan's arm and pulled him away.
"Nathan, stop it, this is a hospital, and this is not the time for bickering between you and Tim," she told him, a serious look on her face.
"Haley, I'm sorry, I just can't be here, it's too ... off," he stated, a saddened look on his face. He turned to leave.
"Nath, stop," she called, as he walked out. He turned back for the slightest moment.
"Don't worry Hales, I'll be okay, I just need... out."
Lucas walked back into the room to see no change in his daughter. What's new? he thought to himself, sitting back down in his chair. He looked over at his wife, and sighed. It would be so much worse for her if anything else happened to Callie. He didn't know the half of it.
"Mhhmm.. Luke?" Peyton spoke, opening her eyes with a slight yawn.
"Hey babe, you can sleep if you want," he replied, giving her his best real fake smile.
"No, it's okay, I can't sleep anymore," she said softly, gazing at her daughter.
Lucas sighed and put his arm around her, "She's going to make it," And Peyton said nothing in reply. If she did, she might start to cry again. They both just need to hope for the best. Peyton leaned her head on his shoulder and he squeezed her tighter.
"Do you know what I want right now?" she asked out loud, looking out into the vast of the room.
"What?" Lucas asked her, his eyes on Callie.
"A sketchbook," she whispered.
"I haven't seen you with a sketchbook since Penny was born," he exclaimed in a hushed tone.
"I know, " she paused, "That why I need it now," He smiled a small smile but the sketchbook was a bad sign. She hadn't had time to sketch anymore plus when she last did sketch it was when Penny was drasticly sick as a baby.
Lucas gave her a kiss on the forehead and she grabbed his hand as the doctor walked in.
"Mr and Mrs. Scott, we have been going over your daughter's tests throughout the day and we have both good news and bad,"
Peyton quickly breathed in, "Okay, good first, please." She tightened the grasp on his hand.
"The good news is that your daughter should wake up within the next 36 hours," he stated with a small satisfied smile. Lucas sighed a big sigh of relief. As long as he'd see her smile again.
"But the bad news is she may suffer from slightest notions of memory loss, from the blow to her head,"
Peyton gasped a bit, "How much of her memory may be gone? And for how long?"
"Not very much, flashes every now and then, and she should be back to normal, memory wise, in a few weeks," and with that, the doctor nodded and slipped away from the room.
Lucas was silent. Now he realized why Peyton needed her sketchbook. Just like he needed a basketball. Something to get his mind of the obvious.
Haley sat in the waiting room with Brooke and Tim, plus the Scott children. She was quite mixed up right now. With Nathan. And how he left like that, letting his feelings get to him so suddenly. She couldn't remember seeing him like that. Not recently at least. Brooke was talking with Tim about their own life, so right now Haley had no one really to talk to. She was on her own.
Lucas and Peyton needed all the support they could get right now, hoping for Callie to pull through. She couldn't talk to them either. Moments later Peyton came out of her daughter's room, telling Lucas she needed some air and a change of scenery. Haley was glad to see her awake and away from the room. She rushed over to comfort her.
"Hey Peyt, how you holding up?" she asked, giving her a small hug.
Peyton hugged back then slipped her hands into her pockets, "Good as I'll be I guess,"
"I saw the doctor come out, is she gonna be okay?" Haley nervoously played with a lock of her hair.
"I think so... I hope so.."
(thanks for reading, sorry for the lack of good writing in this chapter, R&R pleeeeease :))