Hey guys. Please don't yell at me. I know that I haven't updated in a while. But thanks for all of the reviews! So, here's chapter five!

Chapter 5

After Lucas barged out of Brooke's room Peyton ran upstairs to see if she was okay. She knocked on the door softly and then opened it. She wasn't that surprised to see Brooke sitting their crying. "Oh my god, Brooke, what happened? Are you okay?" She asked kindly and sat down on the bed next to Brooke.

Brooke just shook her head and kept crying. Peyton felt so bad for her. No one should have to go through the pain that Brooke goes through. She pulls Brooke into a hug and just lets Brooke bawl into her shoulder.

They stayed that way for a while, for what seemed like forever but Peyton didn't care. This was when Brooke needed her most and she had to be there for her. "Hey, Brooke, it's gonna be okay."

"No it's not!" Brooke sobbed, "Once I go back home my dad is going to be sooo mad! If Lu –" she paused. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name. "If he wouldn't have gone to the house and hit my dad I would have at least had a fighting chance! I might as well be dead already now."

"Don't say that." Peyton told her. "You can stay here as long as you want to."

Brooke shakes her head and lets out another sob. "My dad will find me, he knows where you live and he knows that I stay here. I don't want you to get in trouble with him." She explained.

Just then Peyton's phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and glanced at the caller ID on the front. Unknown number? At this late at night . . . or maybe early, all depending on how you look at three o'clock in the morning.

"Hello?" Peyton answered. There was a pause and then Peyton's face saddened instantly.

Brooke looked at her with worried eyes. She didn't know what happened but by the look on her best friends face it couldn't have been good.

"Oh my god!" Peyton exclaimed into the phone. "Yeah, we'll be right there. Is he okay?" There was another pause and then Peyton's face became even sadder, if that was possible. "Yeah, we're coming. Bye" She finished her conversation and closed her flip phone, hanging up on the person on the other line. "Brooke, come on, we have to go now!" She told Brooke quickly.

"Who was that? What happened?" Brooke questioned, again being worried.

"Brooke come on, I'll tell you in the car. But right now we really have to go." Peyton tried to hurry.

"No, Peyton, who was that! Is everything okay?" Brooke once again questioned.

"Brooke . . ." Peyton tried to think of something to tell her, a lie, anything but what really happened.

"No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened!" Brooke yelled stubbornly.

Peyton didn't answer for a few moments but then decided that she had to tell Brooke. "It's Lucas." She stated quietly. "He was in an accident."

Brooke looked at her shocked and also took a moment before she spoke. "So what? Who cares? I hate him! I hope he dies!" She screamed angrily.

"Brooke, don't say that!" Peyton snapped at her.

"Why not, if it's true?" Brooke questioned not expecting the answer that she received from Peyton.

"Because he might die!" Peyton hollered at her.

Brooke sat there in silence and surprise. "What? What are you talking about?" Brooke asked in a shaky voice.

"He was in a car accident and he got hit pretty hard. The doctors don't think that he'll make it." Peyton told her quietly.

Brooke looked down. "But he has a chance, right?" Brooked asked. Peyton stayed silent. "Right!" Brooke shouted and Peyton flinched at the loudness in her voice.

"I don't know." She whispered simply.

"Oh my god!" Brooke let out another sob.

"Right now we have to get to the hospital, though, okay?" Peyton told Brooke. Brooke just nodded in response and stood up. They both walked out of Peyton's room, off to the hospital.

Nathan is pacing in the waiting room of the hospital and Karen is just sitting in one of the chairs with tear streaks down her face. Finally annoyed she yells at Nathan. "Can you please just sit down?"

He looks at her shocked and silently moves to a chair that is next to Haley, who is just sitting there shocked and dazed out, staring off into thin air.

"Nathan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell. It's just what if he doesn't –" She couldn't bring herself to say 'what if he doesn't make it'. Another round of tears came running down her face.

"Don't say that. Lucas will make up. When has he ever let us down before?" Nathan tried to convince his half brother's mother, not knowing if what he was telling her was true at all. What if she's right? What if Lucas doesn't make it through all of this?" He thought but then quickly let the thought pass. He needed to be there for Karen and everyone else and he couldn't do that if he was thinking things like that.

"I hope your right." She told Nathan. Just then, Brooke and Peyton came quickly down the hallway towards them.

Right when Brooke when up to him he saw the massive bruises that she was covered with. Every part of skin that he saw had some type of bruise or cut on it. "Brooke, what happened, are you okay?" Nathan asked concerned.

Brooke ignored his comment. "Where is he? Did they tell you anything?" She asked. Nathan shook his head no. For the first time she looked at Nathan's cloths. They were covered with crimson stains, blood. "Who called the ambulance?" She asked. No answer. "Who found him?" She asked a little more forceful this time.

"Me." Nathan said barely above a whisper. "I was driving by where he crashed on my way home. I recognized his car."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" She asked, just thinking about how hard it must have been for him to find his brother nearly dead in a totaled car. He nodded. "What did he . . ." She took a breath. "What did he look like?"

"What?" Nathan didn't understand what she meant. Was she thinking about what he was wearing! How could you think about that when that person can die at any moment! He thought.

"Was he conscious?" She asked, clearing up the question a little more for him.

Nathan shakes his head. He now knew that she meant what he looked like injury wise.

"H-how much . . ." She couldn't say it. Just thinking about it made her shake. "How much blood . . ." That was all she could get out without totally breaking down, which she felt could happen at any time.

Nathan knew what she meant. "A lot." He said just loud enough for her to hear. Just then a doctor comes up to them.

"Hi, I'm Dr. McCoy. Your Lucas Scott's family correct?" He asked and they all nodded and stood up, with the exception of Haley, who just sat there.

"How is he, how's my son?" Karen asked not knowing if she wanted the answer or not. If it was bad news than maybe she would be better off not knowing.

The doctor sighed. "Your son lost an extreme amount of blood. Now we gave him a transfusion, but we are very concerned that it might not work. Along with the amount of blood loss his lung collapsed. He won't be able to breathe on his own, and if and when he wakes up we won't know how long it would be before he can. We did our best to repair the lung. There were also many much more less important injuries. He had five broken ribs and a shattered shoulder."

"Basketball." Nathan whispered. "If he wakes up, will he ever be able to play basketball again? It's his life." Nathan spoke up a little louder.

"Nathan, that's not the most important thing right now!" Karen told him.

The doctor answered anyway. "No, it would be nearly impossible. His shoulder on the side of the car closest to the point of impact was literally shattered. It was extremely hard to repair."

"Can we see him?" Nathan questioned.

"I suppose. I don't see any harm in it." Dr. McCoy stated.

"Thank you." Karen thanked the doctor. Dr. McCoy nodded and walked away.

"Hey, why don't we go and see him?" Nathan said to everyone.

Karen nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna go right now."

"Okay, we'll be there in a minute." Nathan said. Karen walked toward Lucas's room. "Hey, you guys come on, let's go." Nathan told the small group.

"You know what, I'm gonna go call Jake, I'll see him tomorrow. You guys are more important to him than I am."

"Are you sure?" Nathan asked. Peyton nodded and then left to go outside where her cell phone would get reception.

"I can't go." Brooke said quietly.

"Why not?" He asked her.

"Because it's my fault that he's in here in the first place." She told him.

"That's not true, you weren't the one to run the red light and get slammed by another car, Brooke."

Brooke shook her head. "The last words that I said to him were me calling him some stupid bastard child and 'I hate you'. God, Nathan, how could I say that?" She asked and started crying again.

Nathan took her in his arms. "No, I'm sure you didn't mean it. Your were just mad."

Brooke shook her head again. "No, he thinks that I do, I swore to him that I did." She sobbed.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll forgive you. Now come on, let's go see him, okay?" He said. Brooke nodded. They were about to walk away when he saw Haley just sitting in the chair with her legs curled up towards her chest. He walks up to her. "Hales, baby, come on." He takes her hand and she instantly pulls it away from him. "Baby, what's wrong? Don't you want to see Lucas?" He asked her and she just sat there, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "Haley, come on, he would want you to be there."

She looks at him. "It doesn't matter." Those were the fist words that came out of her mouth. "I'll just be getting in Karen's way."

"No, no you won't." He told her. "Karen knows how much you and Lucas care about each other. He's your best friend. Now, come on, let's go and see him. Finally, Haley nodded. They all walked away towards Lucas's room, hoping for the best.

Okay there you go everyone, chapter five, now I don't know how good it is because I wrote it at 3 in the morning so tell me what you guys think. Review, Review, Review!

(megan)