All progress he had made since she had landed herself in the hospital just three days ago seemed to have flown out the window. So, early the next morning, he knocked at the apartment of Haley and Nathan. He kept knocking until a weak looking Nathan answered the door.

"Nate, I need to talk to Brooke," Lucas pleaded.

"She isn't here," Nathan said, his voice harsh.

"Where is she?"

"Haley took her to meet with the doctor for her chemo," Nathan explained coldly. "She said that you were going to take her originally, but she decided she didn't want someone who thought she was a stupid slut to be anywhere near her."

"You know I didn't mean that," Lucas said in frustration. "I was just angry from finding out that she had lied to me."

"That didn't give you a right to say that," Nathan replied.

"I know that, man," Lucas sighed. "Can I please just stay here until they get back? Please?"

Nathan looked at his brother with great scrutiny before reluctantly nodding. "I guess you can, but only because I really don't think you meant it."

"Thanks, bro."

Meanwhile, across town, Haley sat beside an extremely nervous Brooke, who was clutching her friend's hand for dear life. The door to the exam room swung open to reveal a very young, very attractive doctor, who preceded to talk in a very, very attractive accent.

"Hello Miss Davis, I'm Dr. Travis Grant," the Australian said.

"Well hello there," Brooke purred. The doctor laughed at the charming girl before him.

"So you want to discuss your options?"

"Yeah," Brooke replied. 'Ya know, other than dying miserable and alone."

"A pretty girl like you certainly won't die alone," he said with a wink. Haley nudged her friend to keep her from saying anything too outrageous.

"Tell that to Lucas," Brooke mumbled. "Anyway, what exactly would chemo be like?"

"It would be a rough process," the doctor admitted. "You would come in two times a week for a month. Then we take it from there, depending. The first few sessions in particular will be very hard. But, if you go through with the treatment, you stand a very good chance of making it through this."

Brooke swallowed hard. "Cheerleading wouldn't be an option?"

The doctor considered this for a moment. "Excessively, no. But, if you were to take it easy and not over exert yourself, just stick to basic cheering, no gymnastics or anything, I don't see how it could be a serious problem."

Brooke began to lighten up. "My hair. How early on would I lose my hair."

The doctor looked at her. "That can begin at anytime. But they really make fabulous wigs these days, and no one would even have to know that you were losing your hair."

"Really?"

"Really, Miss Davis," he said gently. "I really do think you should consider this treatment."

"Count me in," Brooke said, putting on her bravest face. Haley squeezed her hand with pride. "When do I start?"

"Now is as good a time as ever, don't you think?"

"Now?"

"The sooner we start, the better shot we have at stopping this," Dr. Grant said reassuringly.

"Well then," Brooke said with a nervous chuckle. "I suppose we can start now. Hales?"

"Yeah, Tigger?"

"You can go home, if you want. Or to school. I know you've missed a lot, with the accident and everything."

"There's nowhere I'd rather be, Brooke."

"Thanks," the brunette whispered. "I'm scared."

The doctor smiled at the two friends before beginning to prep the private room for chemotherapy.

"I'll be right here with you, honey," Haley said, giving her best friend a hug. "And hey, can I tell you something? Something that's a really big secret?"

"Of course."

"Maybe some good news will keep your mind off of this," Haley said nervously. A slow, uncertain smile edging its way across her features. "I'm pregnant."

"What?!" Brooke squealed. "Does Nate know?"

"Not yet," Haley admitted. "I'm scared of how he'll take it."

"He'll be thrilled, Hales," Brooke said, hugging her friend in excitement. "He loves you. Oh my God, I can't believe you're gonna have a little Naley baby!"

"Me either," Haley laughed. "I'm really glad you're happy for me, Brookie."

"Of course I am," Brooke said, a grin widely spread across her features. "Promise me if I make it through this, I get to be the godmother."

"Of course you do," Haley said. "He'll be born right after your treatment is over, if I did the math right."

"You already know it's a boy?"

"Well, no, but I have a feeling," Haley grinned.

Brooke let out a small squeal of excitement before becoming somber at the sight of the doctor setting up a bag of some kind of radio-active material on the IV rack.

"I'm going to go call Nathan really fast, okay? Just to let him know we'll be awhile."

"Okay, tutormom. Don't be long!"

"I won't," Haley laughed, stepping out into the hall. She quickly dialed her husband, who answered on the first ring.

"Hey babe, how'd it go?"

"She agreed to it," Haley said. "They're actually gonna start her right now, so I'm gonna stay with her. We won't be home for a few hours. They might even keep her overnight, if she reacts badly."

Haley could hear another inquisitive voice on the other end of the phone. "Who's with you?" she asked.

"Luke," her husband admitted. "And he wants to know if he can come."

"No, he can't!" Haley snapped. "She's already scared enough, without him yelling at her again!"

She heard her husband heave a sigh. "Okay, well, he wants you to bring her back to his house when it's over, so that Karen can take care of her."

"I can do it," Haley once again snapped.

"Haley, we live in a one bedroom apartment. Even I agree that Karen is more well equipped."

"Fine," Haley conceded. "But tell him I don't want him talking to her until she's ready for it."

"Okay, babe," Nathan said. "I love you."

"Love you too," Haley said, hanging up the phone. She went back into the room, where they were putting the IV into Brooke's arm.

"This can't be that bad, right?" her friend said nervously. "I mean, it's just stuff in my blood. I put all kinds of things in my blood."

Haley raised an eyebrow. "Oh do you now?"

"I don't know what I'm saying anymore," Brooke sighed.

"You'll be just fine. When this is over, I'm going to take you back to Karen's. She'll take good care of you."

"Will Luke be there?" Brooke said nervously.

"Yes, but he won't talk to you."

"I want him to. I want to work this out. Whatever it is. I mean, we only broke up like a week ago. I think...I almost think there's still time for us."

"Is that what you want, Tigger?"

"It's always what I've wanted, Tutor Girl," Brooke said with a soft smile.

"Then go for it," Haley said, giving her hand a squeeze.

"I just might," Brooke said, and Haley almost wanted to take a picture of this moment. Brooke Davis, hooked up to a chemotherapy machine, with a mischevious, sultry, flirty little grin on her beautiful features. This is how Haley would always remember Brooke Davis, come what may.