Dude! 28 reviews! Haha, I feel happy about that. :] Don't ask why, I just do. It's been a hell of a week, I got bombraded by a stupid art thing for spanish. I know, wtf, right? Anyways, ya'lls reviews made me happy. I know I said Peyton joins us in this chapter, but I didn't say she had to be there, did I? She's only talked about. :]
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Last time on When It Isn't Like It Should Be: And I felt myself not be able to talk except for one word. One name that would change today from being a depressed to slightly happy to now depressed again with the slightness of emergency and confusion and frustration and more emotions I couldn't name.
"Peyton."
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Emergency
I was pretty sure the whole time we were going to the hospital that Lucas was off in his own little world. Why? He didn't talk the whole way there. Plus, he had his brooding face on. That was, well considering the case, not good in any way. I hadn't been able to talk either. The whole shock was still on me while my hands were on the steering wheel in front of me and it was just by pure stroke of luck that no cars happened to really be on the road we were on, maybe one or two, but my mind was distracted and it looked like Lucas' was too so he was in no way able to snap out of it and just tell me if a car was headed my way. The phone had very well ruined everything. Not that I didn't care for Peyton, I really do, but it's just, he had been so happy, well, almost close to it, and then Peyton's in trouble and there it went; out the window.
Flashback:
The phone had rang and I let go of Lucas' hand. My hand went into my front pocket and pulled out the device for the sound and I pushed 'send', bringing the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Brooke? Oh my God, you have to-Brooke, she's- you have to come here now!" It was Haley's voice, frantic and panicked on the other end of the phone. This automatically put me in a straighter sitting postiton, my eyes looking in front of me but not seeing.
"Haley. Haley, hun, calm down. What happened?" I did my best to keep my voice calm when she wasn't and it was scaring the hell out of me.
"It's," She took a deep breath and I heard her whisper some along the words of 'Oh God' to someone beside her and when she spoke again, her voice was muffled. Well at least someone was with her. Most likely Nathan. That was good. "It's Peyton, Brooke. She got in a car accident. She's in the hospital." As she talked her voice got lower and lower until I could almost barely hear her seeing as she was slightly above a whisper.
My heart dropped. My friend was in the hospital. My best friend of nine years was there. Nine freakin' God damn years. This wasn't happening. A week ago everything had been fine. And then Peyton said no at the alter, Lucas let himself go, and now Peyton was in the hospital. God, are you out to get me or something?
"I'll be there in a few minutes." I felt myself reply, my voice robotic almost and I ended the call before she replied. Lucas called my name a couple times. How many? I had lost count after the third. The only part I heard was the last.
"Brooke, answer me damn it!" I looked at him and i felt myself udder one word. I said the name of his fiancé.
"Peyton. ...Hospital." and I snapped out of my reverie. I picked up my keys, grabbing the brooding blonde's hand, who know had slipped into a state of not talking and we were on our way to the the place where we had spent oh so many nights for different people.
Present:
As soon as we arrived, Lucas still didn't say anything. As if he was in a dream and his expression looked dull. I noticed Nathan first, looking down and then kissed a mass of brunette [I think it's brunette] hair that was a couple inches shorter than him. His wife.
"Haley." I called as soon as she could hear me and she turned; her eyes were red and puffed from crying and she immediately hugged me. I returned the gesture. "Haley, what happened?" I ask as soon as I think Haley's able to talk without stopping so much to take gasps of breath from crying.
"It's, Peyton." Well I knew that. "She...God Brooke, I just, I don't know where to begin."
"Just start from the beginning."
She nodded and took a deep breath while I led her to the chairs and had her take a seat. I sneaked a look at Lucas and bit my lip, seeing him staring blankly at a wall while leaning against the one right across from it. So much for cheering him up. I turned my attention back to Haley as she started. She was breathing almost regularly now, which was good.
"I went to Tric for the second time, I think, to see if she was there. You know, in her studio. She was. I went up to her and just said and hey and all those formalities. She started crying all of a sudden and telling me why she ran from the alter." Wait, she what? She told her?
"Why'd she run?" I heard myself ask before I could let Haley speak again and before I could think.
I was silenced by a look from Nathan and Haley shook her head as if she couldn't remember. I was right. "I-I can't remember, it was all too fast, Brooke. I just remember her running out the door, crying because had gotten in a fight and she was holding her stomach the whole time. I ran after her." She paused. "Next thing I knew she ran across the street and a car-" she broke off, tearing up.
I couldn't breathe. This... Oh my God. God, oh dear Lord. My eyes closed and I let go of Haley, feeling my legs had been as if they were turned to jello. I fell back against the wall behind me not two feet away and my back leaned against it. I heard something along the lines of choked off sobs and the ground felt as if it was an earthquake. It only took me two seconds to realize that it was me. I was the one crying and shaking and by this time, I was sitting with my back against the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms folded over them. I buried my head in my arms and started crying silently.
I cried for Peyton, who didn't deserve this for anything she has done in the past. For the unborn baby she was carrying that God knows what will happen to him. What will happen to both of them. I cried for Haley, for having to witness that and after worrying for a week. I cried for Lucas. For having to go through all this heartbreak. And I cried for myself. Because I'm not the best friend I could've been and the only reason I cried for myself was because I was angry at myself. I should've gone after Peyton and had Haley try with Lucas again. I should've gone to my blonde female friend and if she tried to run, well, would it have been any different if I went? Would Lucas even have opened the door if Haley had gone again? Would he have smiled the way he did? Would Peyton be in there? I felt dizzy. These were too many unanswered questions. I couldn't take too much of it at the moment.
I looked up after what seemed hours. The scene changed. Nathan and Haley were sitting in the seats; Nathan holding Haley close. Her expression was pained and she was staring at nothing. Nathan's looked worried, but it looked for mostly about his wife. I looked around for Lucas and at first I couldn't find him. But my eyes searched again and I found him. He had moved from his wall he had claimed and was in the same position I was, only his head was in his hands. God, why this?
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My eyes were red and puffy from crying, but finally the wet, salty substance had subsided from falling from my eyes. I sniffled once. No one had moved, except me. I was now pacing back and forth three feet across and back. My head kept glancing automatically every time the door opened for the way to the surgery rooms every time it was opened and I found myself only disappointed when not a doctor came and asked if someone was there for Peyton Sawyer; Each time, my heart kept sinking.
Another place my eyes drifted was Lucas. He looked like a statue. He was still except for the breathing and he hadn't moved from his place since I first looked up and saw he had moved. I was fighting sleep, crying did that; It seemed Haley was too from the way she was curled up against her husband and kept blinking her eyes. I knew she probably felt as guilty as ever, even if it wasn't her fault. And probably any talking I would do would just make her feel worse, so I didn't try. My gaze went to Lucas again and I bit my lip, walking over.
It was almost 8:30. It felt like forever since i had gone to get Lucas out of his house only at 5:30 this evening. And it had been almost an hour since we all came rushing to the hospital to find out about our friend who had been the runaway bride last week. An hour ago, that same girl had been put into a life and death situation.
I bit my lip as I saw him, not moving though I think he knew I was there. "Lucas," i said in the softest way possible. He didn't answer. I sighed silently, and I felt tired than ever, but I wouldn't leave him alone. My back pressed against the wall and slowly, I slid down the wall, sitting beside him. "Luke." I said, a little bit stronger this time.
His head shook and he slowly lifted it up. His eyes were red and puffy like mine, although mine had settled, but he had just finished crying. "Don't." he whispered and his voice grew in the next sentence. "Don't you dare, Brooke. You said-" he paused, looking like he needed to recompose himself. "You said it was all going to be ok. You told me you'd try to get her back to me. I didn't want her in the hospital fighting for her life and my child's life and that's how I got her." His voice moved back to a soft voice, almost a whisper by the time he said 'You told me'; although it was rough and harsh and I was more afraid of it than if he were yelling. "And It's not fucking fair that they're in there, fighting for their God damn lives while I sit here and not be able to do a God damn thing!" His voice raised again.
I flinched slightly but I didn't move away. He had never even yelled at me that way in a long time and I felt my instinctive anger rising up and instantly defend myself. "Lucas," My voice was a rage soft voice. "I never said I'd get Peyton back to you, nor did I say it was going to be ok. Although, ok, I'll give that one to you since I implied it. but I never said I was getting her back."
He rose up so fast it startled me, but I soon followed his suit. "You implied that too, God damn it, Brooke! It still doesn't do anything about the fact that she's in there," he waved his hand towards the door we all waited something from. "and I'm stuck out here. I'm useless. But what would it matter anyways. She declined me at the alter, Lindsey did too. There's something wrong with me. And you know what? I don't give a shit. My unborn son or daughter is in there, also trying to fight for his or her fucking life and you all expect me to be here sitting around and trying to calm down. How can you even ask me to do that?" He was yelling by this time, grabbing the attention of the few people in the waiting room along with his brother and sister-in-law.
And by now, I was going to yell back. "Don't you dare blame me for everyone fucking leave you at the alter. I didn't tell them to, I had nothing to do with that. And you know what, maybe I don't know what it feels like to have a kid fighting for their life that's my kid and not be able to do anything, but I sure as hell know close to it. Remember Angie, Luke? Don't you think I didn't feel helpless then too? And how do you think I felt when she was taken away? Fit as a fiddle? At least when your kid lives you won't have to worry about them being taken away." And I started tearing up again, only to remove the unfallen tears angrily.
Apparently the secretary finally thought it was enough, because she had come over, making the mistake of stepping in between the both of us only 3 feet apart now.
"If you two don't stop right now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the building." Neither of us said anything, and she took that as a note that we would behave.
I moved and fell back against the wall, leaving Lucas facing nothing now and closed my eyes.
"If." he had whispered. "If my child lives."
My eyes opened and I couldn't say anything; because I knew he was right. If was all we had at the moment. If Peyton survived. If the baby survived.
I kept my mouth silent, staring at him for a fraction of a second longer and closed my eyes again, leaning back my head, sniffling.
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The doctor finally walked out of the door we all expected him to and finally called the name we needed to hear. Lucas was the first over, I came in second and Naley third.
His facial expression....uh oh. This wasn't going to be good.
"There's good news and bad news." He started; no one said anything. "The good news is, Peyton survived the surgery and accident. She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to actually save her before any real damage got to her that we couldn't fix. She's got a broken leg and a couple broken ribs, nothing time, a cast and medication can't help heal."
This was good. But...oh no. He hadn't said anything about the baby. What about the baby?
Lucas and Nathan voiced my opinions in different ways. "What about the baby?" Lucas had said at the same time Nathan went, "What's the bad news."
This scared me. I already knew what was coming; the doctor's face went grim. I didn't want to believe this. This was all a nightmare. "I'm sorry." He said softly, addressing Lucas but answering Nathan's question also. he talked once again, as if he thought one of us misunderstood. "There was nothing we could do for her baby." He nodded grimly to us and turned around, making his way back from where he came.
A nightmare. Though it wasn't. It was an emergency that couldn't have been helped. And now a life was gone due to it.
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OK. So I finally got this up. :] I meant to put Peyton in and have her talk and all, but I didn't exaclty plan much of the words and when I started typing, it was becoming like super long haha. Plus, I don't wanna just put everything there. :]
So..here, it is. I kinda had fun typing the part where Brooke and Lucas were fighting seeing as they haven't fought in a while in the series and all. But it was fun. And yes, next chapter, I swear Peyton comes in (sorry TeamSophia. She has to come in sometime, and I wish she didn't xD) and then she will explain herself why she left Lucas.
Yay! Right? Haha. Anyways, as always, review and leave me love! :D