Chapter Seven: Right Here Waiting
Lucas stood beside her, not wanting to leave her side. He had hoped someone heard him scream. He pushed a piece of her hair back and looked at her face, focusing on her eyes. Just waiting wanting her to open her eyes.
"Come on Peyt, open those eyes, those beautiful green eyes," Lucas pleaded with her.
He leaned forward and pushed on the already lit nurse button. He didn't understand why no one was coming.
"Peyton, please open up those wonderful eyes for me," he pleaded once more.
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A few minutes later a nurse came rushing in.
"Mr. Scott what's going on in here?" the nurse asked.
"She moved, she moved her hand. That means she waking up right?" he asked, praying it was the truth.
"Not nessicarily Mr. Scott," the nurse said, as she checked Peyton's vitals.
"Well, how will you know?" Lucas asked.
"We'll run some tests. We have to see if her brain function has increased," the nurse said.
"And if it has?" Lucas asked.
"Then she will probably wake up shortly. I'm going to go get the doctor, so he can order the tests," the nurse said, as she left Lucas with Peyton.
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The doctor came in about five minutes later.
"Mr. Scott, if you could please wait in the waiting room, while we get Peyton's tests done," the doctor said, as he put the rails up on the bed and started to roll it out of the room.
Lucas followed behind, he needed to make some phone calls anyways.
Lucas went outside, and pulled out his cell. He knew who to call first.
"Sawyer residence," Larry answered.
"Mr. Sawyer, it's Lucas," Lucas said.
Larry knew that Lucas would be at the hospital with Peyton, he was just hoping something horrible hadn't happened to Peyton.
"Lucas what is it, has something happened to my baby," Larry asked.
"She moved her hand sir. Look the doctors are taking her for some tests to see if her brain function has increased. I thought I would call you to let you know," Lucas said.
"Is she going to wake up," Larry asked.
"They aren't sure yet, they've gotta run these tests then they'll know," Lucas said.
"Okay, I'm on my way to the hospital, are you going to call all her friends?" Larry asked.
"I thought they should be here in case she wakes up," Lucas said.
"Yeah, that's good thinking, make sure they're coming," Larry said as he hung up the phone.
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Larry and the gang arrived about ten to fifteen minutes later. Lucas knew that she wouldn't be much longer, and that they would have the tests back. He was so scared, his hands were shaking violently.
"Hey Luke, you okay," Brooke asked as she sat beside him.
"I'm so scared, I mean what if they say there was no change?" Lucas asked.
"Well I mean she wouldn't have moved her hand if there was no change," Brooke said, as she patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said wanting so badly to believe that.
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The doctor came out ten minutes after everyone arrived. He held a clipboard full of information.
"Mr. Sawyer," the doctor called out.
"Yeah," he said, as he stood up.
He was soon surrounded by the entire group.
"There is no change in your daughter's brain function, I'm sorry," the doctor said.
"Then why the hell did she move her hand," Lucas blurted out.
"Sometimes that happens, it's kind of like a muscle spasim, but she is still in a very ruthless coma. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I don't know if she will ever wake up," the doctor said, as he patted Larry on the shoulder, then walked off.
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Lucas fell to his knees in a heap of his own tears. He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't. She was trying to reach him, trying to tell him she was still in there. He stood up in one fluid motion and ran off in the direction of Peyton's room. He got inside, and stood next to her bed.
"Peyton honey, please open your eyes, show them, show those damn doctors that your getting better please," Lucas said, as he lost it and fell on the floor.
He sobbed loudly, and he didn't care if everyone in the world heard him. He could be losing her forever. She might never know how much he loves her, and needs her, and wants her.
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Where am I, Peyton thought. Why can't I open my eyes, and who is crying and why are they crying. So many question and she couldn't answer any of them. She tried to move her arm with no such luck. She tried again, as a sharp pain shot up her arm and through her shoulder. What the hell happened to me, she thought.
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"Peyton please, please wake up," Lucas said, as he rocked his shaking body back and forth.
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Okay why is Lucas here, and why is he crying. Did I get hurt, why can't I remember. Peyton tried to open her eyes, but failed. Okay, I move my arm and a pain shoots threw it, I can't open my eyes. Maybe I can move my leg. She tried to lift her leg, but it was too heavy. She tried once more, and then a pain shot from her toes up to her thigh. Okay what is going on. I have to know what's going on, and apparently the only way to find out is to open my damn eyes. Peyton struggled with her lead filled eyelids, but they wouldn't budge. Damn you eyelids damn you, as she tried with all her might, and suddenly there was a very bright light in her face.
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Lucas pulled himself from the floor to the chair, where he saw the most incredible thing ever. Peyton's eyes were open, they were staring at the ceiling.
"Peyton," Lucas said, trying to get her to look at him.
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After her eyes adjusted a little to the light she figured that she was in a hospital. She then heard Lucas's voice again, and followed the noise, and found him sitting in a chair beside her bed. She smiled at him.
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"Oh my god your awake," he said, as he tenderly grabbed her hand.
"Luke," she said, very weakly.
"What is it, what do you need," he said as he leaned into her.
"Where's Jake?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Jake?" he asked.
"Yeah, my fiancee," she said, with a small smile.