Chapter Seven

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Nathan hang up the phone and raced around his apartment. Keys, jacket, alarm, then he was out the door. He didn't care about getting sleep for training; he didn't care about filling his rumbling stomach. He had to get to her, he had to hold her and bring her back into his life before she slipped away completely. The sound of the screaming still rang in his head. The sound of sirens and her voice going dead on the other end. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he charged down the stairs of his hotel, staff looking at him oddly as he bumped into many of them. He didn't stop to apologise, Haley was far more important.

Taking the last step at a jump he sprinted through the lobby and called for his car immediately. He said it was urgent and had to be there yesterday. The staff jumped to it. Nathan Scott had always been one of their best customers through the years. Now it was obvious he needed them to work quickly and so his wish was granted, the black Ferrari was pulled up. He shoved a handful of notes into the concierge's hand and slipped into his car. Turning the ignition Nathan Scott sped off into the night in the roar of an engine being pushed to top capacity.

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Nathan slipped on his blue-tooth headset and dialled Lucas on his phone. His older brother picked up on the second ring, probably waiting for a call but Nate was sure that that call wasn't meant to come from him. "Hello?"

"Lucas! Luke it's me," the panicked tone of his voice rang into Luke's mind and he snapped to attention on the other end of the phone.

"What's up Nate?"

"She's been hurt… Haley's been hurt… Accident… Hospital…" Nathan was barely thinking straight in his horror and Luke was having a hard time understanding what his little brother was going on about.

"Nathan… Nate… Slow down, calm down. What's happened?"

"Haley's been in an accident… I'm on my way to the Hospital right now."

"Oh god… Do you know which hospital?"

"No… I'm just going to the usual one and hoping that's where she's been taken."

"Ok… I'll meet you there," Nathan heard the dead line tone and realised Lucas had hang up, turning his full attention back to getting to Haley as quickly as was humanly possible in the car he had. He knew he had run a few hundred stop signs but at that moment the only thing in his mind, getting to Haley before he lost her forever.

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"Hello… I'm looking for the victim of a car accident… Haley James?" Nathan started speaking the moment he reached the desk and the lady behind it snapped to attention as if a shot had been rung through the air. Glancing up at him she saw a reason to find what he wanted and her fingers began to flick the keys in front of her. Coming across the name 'Haley James' she read the information off the screen before turning her head back to the handsome young man that she was already mentally sizing up with her big blue eyes. "She's in surgery at the moment, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait." Nate looked down at her one more time before leaving to sit on one of the cold plastic chairs. Her scream was still there in the back of his mind. His head dropped heavily into his hands and it wasn't long before he felt an arm toss heavily over his hunched back. "She'll be ok," the voice of his brother made him look up for a moment. He wished and wished that Luke would be right; he couldn't lose her, not after he'd only just found her again.

Haley was at that moment the only thing that could make it within Nathan's brain. People came and went but his eyes never seemed to flicker from the spot on the floor that he was staring at as if somehow Haley might appear there if only he looked long enough. He knew in his heart of hearts that the doctors working on her were the only people that could save her life. He was completely and utterly helpless, and this only made him feel worse within himself. He was powerless to save the woman he loved, something he had always swore he would never be.

It was not long before he heard the clip-clop of heels and he would have ignored it had it not been accompanied by a voice that he recognised. "Oh my god Nate how are you?!" The voice belonged to one Peyton Sawyer. He looked up to find her standing over him with a concerned look on her face. He knew at that moment that the worry could not be good for the baby that she was carrying within her stomach but she was obviously too busy crushing him in a hug to realise. He couldn't find his voice as he searched for the words that could explain the shere horror, anger and desperation that was running through his veins. He just wanted to see her, to hold her, to protect her from whatever the world was going to throw. He pushed a hand through his dark locks hopelessly and when he once more looked up he knew his eyes were saying everything for him, he didn't need to speak. Peyton seemed to understand and sat down on his other side, an arm slinging over his back. Luke saw this as the cue that he could go and look for some coffee or something. It wasn't safe for Nate to be on his own but he needed to drink and eat something at least.

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Ten hours had passed since Nathan first sat down in the chair in which he was still residing and not a word had reached his ears on how Haley was. He had acosted every nurse or doctor that walked past but he couldn't get an answer from any of them. He just wanted to know if she was going to live, but no one seemed to have a clue. That was until he heard a call come from the end of the corridor. "Haley James? Anyone for Haley James?!" Nathan's head snapped up and his eyes met with the doctor that was holding a clipboard. He sprung from his chair and headed over, concern and anxiety clear in every moment. "How is she?"

"I am so sorry."

"Why? Why are you sorry?"

"I'm afraid we lost her in surgery..."

A/N Ok I know this has taken me ages to do but there is a good reason. I'm not going to go into it but there is. Now don't shoot me for the ending...