She made her way down the stairs and found the youngest Scott pouring himself a glass of water. He looked up as she entered the kitchen and automatically offered smile as he handed her the glass of water. "Thanks" she smiled as he turned back to the cabinet to retrieve another glass for himself.

"How'd your talk with Luke go…" he couldn't deny that he had been waiting for the two of them to finally finish talking. He was anxious about how things were going to turn out, whether she had actually been able to tell him everything, and as the time continued to pass he found himself wondering what in the world they were talking about for two hours, that much time either meant things were going well, or they were going bad.

"Good…much easier than I thought it would be…." She laughed lightly before taking a sip from her glass. Relief washed over him as he sipped his own water…that last thing Peyton needed was for some kind of rift to form between her and Lucas. "Where'd Haley go…"

"The girls wanted to see the terrace so she took them up there, of course they left the TV on though." He rolled his eyes as he set his glass down and made his way into the living room. He scanned the table for the remote, but soon spotted it on the couch. He grabbed it quickly and shut the television off. He set the remote down and opened his mouth to inquire more about her conversation with his brother, but he was cut short by the sound of breaking glass. Nathan quickly turned around, and he was just on time to see Peyton's eyes roll into the back of her head. "Peyton…" he rushed over to her just as she hit the floor, her body convulsing and her feet arched as far as her shoes would allow. He fell into place beside her, his knees making a dull thud against the ceramic tiles. He pulled her upper body into his lap, turning her on her side, he wasn't sure if that's what he was supposed to do, but it's what they always did in movies. "Someone call 911…" it was meant to come out as a scream, but the sobs lodged in his throat cause his voice to come out quieter than expected.

"Did one of you drop somethi…oh my God…" Nathan looked up to see Brooke standing on the bottom step, her lips parted in shock. She had heard the glass break when she came out of her room…she had expected to go downstairs and make a joke about one of them being clumsy…not to go down there and find her best friend shaking uncontrollably in Nate's arms. The brunette reached for the phone of the counter and dialed 9-1-1 a few seconds later, when the initial shock had disappeared.

"What's going on down there…" Brooke turned with teary eyes to see Haley with the girls behind her.

"Haley, take them back upstairs, and get Lucas…" Brooke choked out. The petite brunette wanted to ask what was wrong, but as she watched the tears slide down Brooke's cheeks she knew she needed to wait. She spun on her heel and placed a hand on each of the girls' shoulders, quickly guided them away from the stairs.

"Why don't you two go back upstairs, stay away from the pool and away from the edge…I'll be up there in a minute…" the two girls quickly nodded and raced back up the stirs, anxious to continue playing, neither one of them having seen Brooke in tears. Haley watched them go up before quickly making her way down the hall and into the living room.

"Hey Haley…" Karen greeted with a smile, but she quickly noticed the brunette's eyes glazing over and the older woman's face fell. "Are you alright…"

"Lucas…something's wrong…" she watched her best friend quickly get to his feet and look at her hesitantly.

"What do you mean something's wrong…" he slowly rounded the couch and came to stand face to face with Haley.

"I don't know, but Brooke's downstairs on the phone, and she's crying…she told me to keep the girls upstairs…" she didn't have time to say anything else because Lucas was already down the hall, his heart racing with fear. He nearly collided with Brooke when he got to the bottom of the stairs, but he became frozen just as she had when he saw Nathan hovering over Peyton, her body still shaking.

"What the hell happened" he moved to sit next to Nathan, a part of him wanted take the blonde in his arms, but he knew Nathan would never let her go.

"I don't know…she was drinking water…I went to turn off the TV and when I turned back around…God I don't know…." His own hands were shaking now as he closed his eyes in frustration.

"Since when does she get seizures?" Lucas ran a hand roughly over his face before reaching down to take Peyton's hand in his, he quickly retracted his hand however, scared to hurt her.

"Get something in her mouth so that she doesn't bite her tongue…" Lucas didn't bother to look up at his mother, he just grabbed a clean dish towel out the drawer and then moved back across the floor toward Peyton. He tried to pry her mouth open, but her jaw wouldn't budge.

It seemed like an eternity later that Keith opened the door to let the paramedics in. The youngest Scott reluctantly let go of the blonde before he and his brother stood up and took a few steps back, giving the paramedics room. "How long was she been seizing…" the man with spiked black hair looked back at the group.

"I don't know…" Nathan answered, he looked at the clock and tried his hardest to recall what time it had been when Peyton first came downstairs, but he couldn't remember.

"Has it been more than 5 minutes…" The man watched as Nathan nodded in the affirmative before he turned his attention back to the blonde on the floor. They all watched as he injected something into Peyton's cheek, all of them letting out a sigh of relief when the blonde stopped convulsing a few seconds later. It took about a minute for her to regain consciousness, and the same guy gently lifted her to a seated position and leaned her back against the counter. She blinked hard a few times, trying to get her eyes to focus.

"My names Nick…your name…" Nathan started to answer the question but Nick held his hand, signaling for him to let her answer.

"Peyton Sawyer…" she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly as she ran a hand through her hair. " …and your name's Nick…"

"I take it you've seized before…" He took her hand in his and looked down at his watch as he started taking her pulse.

"Yes I have, and from that tingly feeling in my jaw…I'm gunna go with your names Nick…" He laughed lightly and shook his head.

"And I take it you've been given Midazolam before…" He watched her nod and waited a moment before speaking. "…and my…"

"…name is Nick" she said cutting him with a curt smile. She didn't mean to come across as rude she was just frustrated and tired of all the questions, the ones that were already asked and the ones that she knew were coming.

"Any soreness…"

"Of course, my whole body is sore…but if you're asking whether anything feels broken, then no…"

"Are you epileptic…"

"No…but with the amount of times I've hit my head…I'm more prone to seizures than most people."

"When's the last time you ate…" he lifted her arm and slipped on the cuff of the blood pressure monitor.

"Yesterday morning…and do not reprimand me because I already know that I have to eat…and your name is Nick."

"I'm sorry, but you know this is routine…have you hit your head recently…"

"Umm…on the door…it was probably about an hour ago…and I can please stop saying your name is Nick because my short term memory is fine…"

"Yes you can stop…" he laughed as she rolled her eyes. He had learned not to let that behavior bother him, when it came to people who were constantly getting medical attention for the same thing, having to answer the same set of questions every single time became more tedious and frustrating the more the questions were asked. "Was anyone in here with her when the seizure started…" he watched as Nathan stepped forward and little, fear still present in his eyes. "Can you take me through the last minute before the seizure…that way we'll know whether this was a delayed reaction to hitting her head, or if something else set it off…"

"Okay…umm…she came downstairs and I gave her a glass of water, I poured myself a glass and then I went to turn off the TV…when I turned around she had dropped her glass and her eyes rolled…"

"Was she facing the TV when you turned it off…"

"I think so…what does that matter…" Nathan's gaze shifted quickly between Nick and Peyton.

"The flash of light…it's what triggered the seizure. Because of her history, the hunger and hitting her head made her hypersensitive and highly susceptible to a seizure, so when she watch the television go off it messed with her nerves." Nick stood up and then reached down to help the blonde off the floor. "Last time and then I'm out of your hair Miss Sawyer…my name…"

"Bye Nick…" she waved and watched as he picked up his bad and turned around.

"Wait…you're not taking her to the hospital to get her checked out…nothing…you're just gunna give her an injection and leave…" Nathan crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the two men in shock.

"Nate it's fine…I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm okay, no memory loss, no broken bones, no abnormal blood pressures…everything is fine." She turned to face his and couldn't help but laugh at the defiant look on his face.

"I still want you to go…I don't care if you feel fine." He rested a hand on each of her shoulders a he pursed his lips together.

"She's right…because she has a history of seizing there's no need to go to the hospital. If she has another seizure within the next 24 hours then you can seek medical care, but if you send her to the hospital now all they're gunna do is make you sit in a waiting room for a few hours and then they're gunna send you home." The youngest Scott sighed in defeat as he pulled Peyton into his arms and watched the paramedics leave the apartment.

"You scared the hell out me Peyton…"

"Sorry…" she whispered against his chest.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you had epilepsy…" She broke away to find the tear filled eyes of her best friend. , the brunette was still leaning against the counter for support.

"Because I don't…I mean, I was diagnosed with it, but I don't have it. The first time I seized and went to the hospital the doctor's were told that I was at the top of the steps and I just started seizing and I fell down…it explained the rug burn and the bruising and the broken arm…so they thought there was no cause for it, that it just happened. When it happened a second time they thought the same things, I needed stitches because I seized and fell and hit my head against the side of the tub. After that they diagnosed me with epilepsy…who was gunna tell them that I didn't seize until Stan pushed me down the stairs…or that the second time it happened, it was after he threw me so hard I cracked my skull on the shower tiles." She forced back the tears as she watched both Lucas and Nathan shudder.

"You must be tired…" Lucas said lightly, in desperate need of a subject change. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her, but he couldn't help feeling guilty about hitting her with the door earlier, feeling scared that he would somehow hurt her again.

"Exhausted…but I need to eat" She could take being tired, but the extreme soreness of her muscles got her every time.

"Go lay down…I'll make something and bring it up to you…" Karen smiled and Peyton gave a small nod and whispered a thank you, too tired to fight with the older woman. She let Nathan guide her up the stairs, slightly bother by Lucas's absent display of affection, but she was too drained to give it much thought.

"Please never do that again…" she laid back in the bed and took off her shoes before laying down next o her.

"I swear it wasn't intentional…" she closed her eyes with every intention of just resting a little. "Is Luke okay…"

"Yeah, I think you just scared him…you scared all of us." She didn't say anything back to him and it didn't take him long to realize she had fallen asleep. He wrapped his arm securely around her and pulled her body closer.

It was twenty minutes later that Haley was carrying a try of food towards Peyton's room, only to stop in the doorway and smile to herself. She walked into the room and set the tray down on the side table before letting herself out. She looked back into the room before looking back to see Lucas coming toward her. "Am I crazy…I mean I must be.."

"What are you talking about Hales…" Lucas coked an eyebrow up as came to stand behind his best friend.

"That…" she nodded into the room, to her husband sleeping with an arm wrapped around one of her best friend's waist. "I must not be all there if that doesn't bother me…hell…it made me smile Lucas" she threw her hands up in the air with a small laugh.

"You're not crazy Hales…and if you are…then someone needs to get me to Bellevue. I mean you and Nathan have a strong marriage…me and Peyt…were just engaged…and did I mention we skipped the whole dating thing…"

"I never thought about that…I mean that you guys never really 'dated'. It's not like you ever needed to, but it's just weird that you didn't…" the brunette shrugged her shoulders as the two friends started down the hall. "So are we having a sleep over tonight, or are you being a party-pooper and taking the couch…"

"Actaully I assumed I was sleeping in the same bed I slept in last night…call me crazy…"

"Okay…crazy…maybe we should reserve you a room at Bellevue. You might be able to sleep in that bed tonight…but either way I'll be the one you're sleeping next to."

"And why is that…" he stopped walking and turned to face the petite brunette.

"Because Nathan has no intention of letting that girl out of his sight tonight. He is gunna keep her as close as possible…" She laughed lightly but he could tell she wasn't joking.

"Hales…that's ridiculous…Nate's not that bad…" he shook his head and expected Haley to agree with him, but she didn't.

"Luke…did you know that when Peyton came back to New York last year, Nathan didn't sleep for a week…and I don't mean he slept for a few hours and then woke up and then went back to sleep…I mean he really didn't sleep. He might have gotten 10 hours of sleep in those 7 days, 15 tops. He was just so worried about her…your brother who has no problem watching the phone ring, he kept that phone by his side every night that week, for two weeks actually." She watched the shocked look that cascaded over her best friend's face. "Nathan doesn't shut me out…he told me he couldn't sleep and he told me why…he's scared to death that he might lose her…that thought terrifies him. He's still carrying around all the guilt for not knowing about Stan…he thinks that the minute he turns his back something horrible is gunna happen again and that he won't be able to help her. He brought her a plane ticket back to New York and he paid her cab fare but he didn't want her to go…he was gunna tell her not to go because he knew if he asked she wouldn't do it…"

"So why'd he let her go…" he glanced back at the room before turning his attention to Haley again.

"Because I told him to…he can't protect from everything, he can't fight her demons for her, no matter how much he wants to or how much he tries, he just can't. He wouldn't talk to me the night I told him to let her go…he was so pissed off at me, but the next morning he told me I was right…it killed him to admit it, but he did, and then he went online and purchased a ticket."

"If it was anyone else…I'd be jealous of the attention he gives her…" Lucas ran a hand over his head as Haley let out a small laugh.

"If it were anyone else lying in that bed with him…he'd be waking up to divorce papers." She watched as he once again looked at the open bedroom door…an obvious look of longing in his eyes. "You'll get her back tomorrow…he missed Luke…you know he did…and then tack on the worry…he's not leaving her side…but come tomorrow he knows better than to hover over her."

"I know…I could kill him sometimes" He shook his head before walking toward the stairs again. "It's time like now that I'm glad she has him…but I also wanna strangle him because he won't let anyone else near her…"

"That's my husband…" the two friends laughed as they made their way back down stairs. "Are you sure we're not crazy…"

"I don't know…maybe we are…it doesn't really matter though does it…"

"I guess not" the brunette shrugged her shoulders as Lucas wrapped his arm around her. "What do you say to taking a dip in the hot tub later…"

"Sounds good…maybe I'll be able to steal my fiancé back…"

"You really wanna go to that hospital don't you…" she shook her head as her best friend scuffed.

"Hey…a guy can hope…"

"Who am I to shatter your dreams…" she mused as he pulled her closer. 'You keep thinking you're sleeping next to Peyton tonight…"

"Fine by Hales…fine by me…"