A Haley ran into the hospital, her heart pounding. Lucas hadn't said anything on the phone but somehow Haley knew that Nathan was in trouble. Looking around, she saw Lucas's back and ran around so they faced each other. Haley stumbled back. From his neck to his knees, Lucas was covered in dark reddish brown. A roaring filled Haley's ears as she recognized it was blood.

"No," she whispered clutching the column behind her.

"He's alive," Lucas said quickly, his eyes red, "but barely."

"What happened?"

"A drunk driver," Lucas said, "hit him, head on. Haley—Haley!" Lucas grabbed her as her legs buckled and everything went black.

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When Haley opened her eyes she was lying on a hospital bed. Brooke was standing above her, looking torn between sadness and joy as she talked to someone. Haley frowned and pushed herself up, but nausea made her lie back down.

"Hey," Brooke said coming over, "how are you feeling?"

"Fine, how's Nathan?"

Brooke sighed and rubbed at her eyes.

"He's alive," she said, "but he's in a coma. The car hit him and caused sever internal damage. His heart stopped twice, but we managed to save him."

"How long before he wakes up?" she demanded pushing herself up and shoving the nausea aside, "well?"

"We don't know," Brooke said, "it could be hours or it could be months. We're hoping for hours."

"I need to see him," Haley said going for the IV.

"Hang on," Brooke said, "you don't need to be upsetting yourself."

"My husband's lying in a coma and you're telling me not to upset myself?" Haley gasped, "too late. Please, I need to see him. Whatever's wrong with me can wait."

Brooke nodded and removed the IV, guiding her down the sterile hallway and into the room. Haley stared at the bed. Nathan was lying on the bed, still. A machine breathed for him, a monitor made sure his heart was beating while other machines did everything his broken body couldn't. Haley closed her eyes, willing herself to be strong. She walked over to the bed and wrapped her hand around Nathan's. On his left finger glinted the gold wedding band, the same one winking on her own finger. Kissing it, Haley brushed is hair back and traced his features. Falling to her knees, she covered her head and wept.

"Shh, it's okay Haley," Lucas said rubbing her back. Behind them Nathan fought to stay alive, they fought to stay sane, "calm down, it'll be alright."

"Why is everyone telling me to calm down and not be so upset?" she demanded looking up at him, "is something wrong with me?"

"Wha-no," he shook his head, she looked away, "but if you keep getting upset, your going to hurt my niece or nephew."

Haley gasped and looked from him to Nathan and back again. Her mouth was a perfect 'o' as she stared at Luke. Looking down, as if expecting to see something, she frowned and shook her head.

"That's impossible," she said.

"Haley, Brooke did tests when you fainted. You're pregnant, you and Nathan are going to be parents."

Later she would curse herself for how lame it was, how 'cinderella'-esque, but at that moment she didn't care as the darkness took her into it's arms again and she fainted against Luke, her best friend, brother-in-law and soon-to-be uncle.