A/N: It's been a while but I thought I put something up. A big shout to those that reviewed the last chapter. This update is short and is only told from Peyton's POV. Might not be my best but I hope you still enjoy.

4 Minutes

Time can be a precious thing and we all take it for granted, that's for sure. A lot can happen in a short space of time like four minutes. It can be the length of your favourite song, the amount of time it takes to run a certain distance, the time for food to warm up in a microwave. In some cases four minutes can seem like four hours, days, weeks, months and even years. There are many more things that can happen in four minutes but I won't go into them. In my case, it was the longest time of my life and the amount of time I spent in my father's room.

Everything was going in slow motion. I felt like I was in a film, where they try and show the intensity of a scene. Well imagine that, times at least ten. From the moment I stepped into this room, I had this uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. I tried to shake it off but it was clinging to me like a leach. I sat down beside his bedside, unable to find any words. What do you say to your father when he's lying unconscious and the last time we spoke, we had an argument and I stormed off. Please tell me if you have any ideas, coz I'm out.

I recall a conversation we had a few years ago when I found out that I was adopted. My memory of it was like it was yesterday.

Peyton walks up to her front door and opens it. She's holding her wings. Her dad is on the sofa, reading a newspaper. "Hey."

"You're still awake." She smiles and shuts the door. "Of course, that's what fathers do. They wait up for their daughters." Peyton laughs and sits next to him.

"Did you talk to Ellie?" He asks. "Yeah." She simply answers.

"Good." He says. She looks at him with a smile. "But I didn't have to ask who my real father is." She smiles at him. "I already know." She leans on him and he puts his arm around her.

Guilt is a five-letter word and is also how I'm feeling right now. I couldn't help this feeling I have. I couldn't help but think that I'm the reason he's here and I can't shake that feeling. I could be responsible for all of this. No matter how much Brooke would tell me it wasn't my fault, in the back of my mind the last conversation we had, replays in all of its glory.

People always leave. I used to believe that, maybe I still do deep down. Is this another case? I hope its not.

I look between him and the monitor. I wish Brooke were in here; she'll know what to say. She had a silly idea that I should come in here by myself. I lift my hand up and go to reach for his hand but I pull back. I can't help thinking that I'm going to lose him like I lost both my mums.

Uneasiness starts to set in and I get up to go and look for Brooke. All of a sudden the steady beeping turns into the noise that you fear and never wish to hear. I start shouting "Somebody help." I go into full panic mode as doctors and nurses enter.

I'm not sure if it was them pushing me away, or just the sheer fright of it all willing my feet backwards, but I seemed to be getting further and further away from the bed. I stood watching them and then I seemed to lose myself. I didn't even realise that I zoned out until I felt arms around my waist, pulling me completely out of the room.

I turn around in her arms and I burst into tears. I feel her hands, rubbing my back as I'm wetting her top, then I here saying, "What's going on?" I whip my head round and see them wheeling my father's bed out of the room. I walk towards them. "Where are you taking my father?"

A female nurse replies, "We're taking him into surgery." Then she disappears with the rest of them. I feel an arm around my shoulder and I assume that it's Brooke. When I turn to look at her, I'm surprised that it's not Brooke but Nathan. He kisses the top of my head and walks me over to the seats. Once I'm seated, he pulls his arm away and gets up. Brooke instantly replaces him and I sink into her.

We were sitting around for a while when Haley brought me some water. I haven't said a word since they took my father away and I haven't heard anything. This waiting game is doing my head in and I can't take no more. I lower my head into my hands and start crying again. Brooke is rubbing my back when Haley grabs my attention. "Peyton." She says.

I look up and see the doctor coming towards us. I can't miss the fact that he has blood on him. This worries and I internally panic, going through the worst-case scenario, in my head. "Miss Sawyer." I gulp when he says my name. You know what I was saying about time, well time is up and I'm about to find out which way it's going.