Brooke forced out her arms, pushing Lucas as hard as she could. He fell onto the ground a few feet away from the direction of the car, bruising his knee. They had no time. 4 milliseconds later, the car hit Brooke Davis. She fell to the ground, barely breathing. The car twisted off and crashed on the sidewalk. Lucas yelled at the top of lungs, "BROOKE!" and ran over to her, dropping on his knees to take a look at her. As soon as he did this, he had to turn around for a few seconds. The sight of her made him tear up. Her arms and legs were bloody. Her head seemed to be bleeding pretty bad too. She was convulsing from the pain, kicking and breathing strangely. Lucas remembered in the 5th grade in a safety program at school, they had taught him that if he just called 911 and didn't even say anything, they would be able to trace down where he was and come after him. Lucas grabbed his phone and pressed it. 9-1-1 and then placed his phone on the ground.

He winced again, looking at Brooke, but then told himself to move. He had to do something. He put a hand on the ground below Brooke's neck, and slid it up under her head. Then he sat down, cross legged. He lifted Brooke's head onto his lap, ignoring the blood. Maybe I should say something on the phone, he thought. Just in case.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" Lucas said. Finally someone replied. "Emergency station. How can I help you?" Lucas let out a deep breath. "Please come help. I'm on Firefox LN, on the sidewalk near the beach." The voice on the other end said. "Can you tell me what happened?" Lucas was exasperated. "My girlfriend. She got hit by a drunk driver." The officer seemed to sense his urgency. "We'll be right there."

He looked into Brooke's eyes. They were still open. "Brooke. Can you talk?"

She weakly replied, "Yeah." Her voice sounded extremely throaty and quiet.

"Help's coming. Can you hold on?"

Brooke's mouth quivered. She saw Lucas's hand on her chest and reached for it. He squeezed her hand tightly. He asked her, "Why did you do that?"

"Do…what?" Her words were slow.

"Brooke, you saved my life. If you hadn't pushed me, I would've died!" Tears streamed down Lucas's face. Brooke held onto his hand tighter.

She said another few hard-to-understand words. "You…do…crazy…things…when you're …in…love. I'm…not mad…at you. I'm…sorry…for yelling…at you." She looked up at Lucas's eyes. "Am I …gonna die?"

Lucas's eyes widened. "NO! You won't! I promise! It'll be OK. After you get better, which will be real soon, we'll come out here on the beach and get married. We'll have all of our friends and family come. You won't wanna miss that, so you've got to hold on. You're not going to die."

Brooke sighed. "I'm tired."

Lucas cried some more. "Hold on, Brooke. Talk to me. Tell me about… what you wanna do after we get married."

Brooke was slowly drifting to sleep, but she fought. She didn't really think about her answer. She just let words flow out of her mouth. "I want…to go…be…famous…model…or designer. And live…in…mansion. Have kids…named Brooke…and Lucas. Be happy." She smiled softly.

Lucas said, "I'll make sure you get all that stuff. I love you Brooke. I'll understand if you don't love me right now, after all of…this. But I just want you to know, I love you."

Brooke smiled again. Her words weren't slow now. She said this clean and clear, but still in a whisper. "I love you too."

Lucas decided to believe her. He removed his hand from her grasp and placed it around her back, sitting her up a little. "Does that hurt?" he asked. "No." she replied weakly. He wanted to do this, just in case. Just in case she didn't make it. Then he silently cursed himself for thinking this. Of course she would make it. There was no blood around her lips. He slowly inched his head closer to hers, and pressed their lips together. They stayed together for a few seconds. He lowered her back down and put her head back in his lap. He grasped her hand again.

"You'll be OK, Brooke."

Brooke decided to believe him.

Thirty-seconds later, the ambulance came.

Forty-seconds later, Brooke closed her eyes.

Fifty-seconds later, Lucas lifted her in his arms and handed her to the emergency workers.

One minute later, they were driving to the emergency room. And Brooke kept on drifting off…farther and farther away.

OK, guys. Sorry for the major cliff-hanger, but I promise I'll have another chapter up tomorrow. I love your guy's reviews, they actually made me laugh. Keep 'em coming. Also, I want your predictions. Do you think Brooke will be OK or not? Please tell me! Thanks!