AN: Okay here's chapter 3, hope you like it. Please R&R.

Chapter 3

Lucas woke early the next morning. He was drenched in sweat and he felt like crap. He went to get up when he felt a wave of dizziness hit him again. This time was worse than the previous morning but he ignored it, after all he had to work. Lucas made it to the door before he collapsed in a heap. Peyton heard the thump from the kitchen. She called up the stairs after him but got no reply. She walked up the stairs to find him on the landing floor. Sweat was pouring off him, his face was white and his breathing didn't sound normal "Shit! LUKE!" Peyton screamed. All she got in reply was a quiet groan.

"Luke? Can you hear me?" Peyton pleaded, kneeling at his side.
"I'm okay, I'll be fine" Lucas kept repeating over and over again.
"I'm gonna call 911!" Peyton ran to find the cordless. She dialed the number as she ran back to Lucas' side.
"Hello, 911 Emergency. How may I help you?" A man's voice answered "Hi. My friend...he just collapsed...I don't know what's wrong...he isn't breathing properly...you have to help him"
"Okay, calm down maam. Is he responding to you"
"Kind of, he is talking but making no sense"
"Okay, next thing, is he on any medication or has he been ill at all recently"
"No, not that I know of, but I wouldn't know"
"Okay can I have your address there please? There is someone on their way now"
"Yeah, its 1689 Tree Hill"
"Okay thank you maam, someone will be as soon as possible"
"Is there anything I can do"
"Just stay at his side let him know you are there"
Five minutes later the ambulance crew arrived. They carted Lucas onto the ambulance.
"Can I come with him?" Peyton asked. The ambulance driver looked at how distressed she was and agreed.

They arrived at the local hospital just over 5 minutes later. Lucas was rushed into the emergency room. Peyton tried to follow but the swinging doors slammed in her face with a sign telling her she could go no further. She sat in the waiting room with her head in her hands. She tried to think of someone to call. Karen was in New Zealand, Keith was nowhere to be found. Lucas had no other guardians and Peyton had no one for moral support. She eventually found a phone. She had a dollar fifty in change in her pocket. She phoned Haley, Deb and Brooke. Once Brooke heard what happened she got on the next flight out of California. Money was no object.

Meanwhile Lucas was in the emergency room. He had never felt like this before. Every breath was a struggle. His heart was racing. He could see white spots everywhere he looked. He felt like just falling asleep but this nurse kept talking to him, preventing from doing so. There were so many people rushing around the room poking and proding him at every oppurtunity. He had never been this scared in all his life.