34Thank you so much for all of the awesome review! Seriously thank you! I'm so happy that you guys like my story and I hope that it is everything that you thought the 4th season should've been too! So this is the 3rd chapter and I hope you enjoy! Sorry for taking so long again!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story line or anything of One Tree Hill. Also the line "you're my person" is from Grey's Anatomy, I don't own that either.
Flashbacks are in italics.
Chapter 3
BROOKE'S POV
"Hey Rach, um it's me Brooke. Look I know this is probably weird and all since we totally hated each other and everything, but I have to tell you something…um I'm preggers," I said, giving the unconscious girl a small smirk. "The reason why I'm tell you this is because you're my person. That probably sounds weird, but if anything happened to my baby, or me then the doctor or whatever would call you, making you the person in my life who holds my biggest secret. God, you probably think I'm crazy, well if you can hear me." I let go of Rachel's hand and stood up. I turned around to walk out the door, but then I felt a small hand around my wrist. Turning around, I saw Rachel, with her eyes still closed, but her hand firmly grabbing my arm.
"Your such a slut, ha, I can't wait until you get fat," she said with a very raspy voice, which I assume is from a breathing tube that was down her throat because she couldn't breathe on her own. This time the comment didn't bother me, probably because it didn't seem like an insult. It seemed like she was joking, almost as if we have been friends forever.
" You shouldn't be talking whore. Your legs are open 24/7," I replied, giggling shortly after.
"So, is it ok that this is a little weird? I mean not too long ago we were sworn enemies, now its like were almost friends."
"I know what you mean, but I guess we could be friends. Anyways, um I gotta go," I was walking towards the door, when I heard Rachel say, "Does Lucas know?"
"No, he doesn't. Rachel he can't know ok? You can't tell him," my voice was urgent.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," I gave her a skeptical look, "I promise," she replied.
"Ok, well I'm going to go get some food, but I will be right back. Oh, I also have to check on Haley."
"Alright," with that I walked through the door leading to Rachel's room. I made a right turn and made my way to the cafeteria.
LUCAS'S POV
As I was still sitting in the hallway, 30 minutes after Brooke broke up with me, I was thinking, 'she has to be in trouble. We might've had a few problems, but I thought we were working through those. I honestly didn't see this coming. I'm shocked. At the wedding and earlier in the hospital, she didn't seem like herself. She seemed like she was carrying the world on her shoulders. I have to go talk to her.'
So I got up and made my way down the bland, hospital walls, passing doctors and patients, I got to the waiting room that Haley and Peyton were in, but I saw no sign of Brooke ever being there. "Haley," I said, walking up to her and placing my hand under her chin, "have you seen Brooke?" Even though my fingers were holding her head up, her eyes were still on the ground. "Oh, hales, come here," I said while pulling her in for a hug. Shortly after I felt my shirt become wet, knowing it was Haley's tears causing this, I hugged her tighter. This was the first time she had actually broken down since arriving in the hospital and even though I had to search for Brooke, my best friend needed me, and I needed to be there for her.
"Brooke," Haley whispers almost silently. My grip around her loosens and I look down at her face. There are black tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, but her gaze was focused on something behind me. I turn around and see her, my Pretty Girl. She looks scared, like she didn't want me to see that she was here. Haley pulls her arms away from my torso and picks up the front of her wedding dress and her bare feet are running on the cold white tile towards Brooke. When she gets closer she lets go of her dress and jumps into Brooke's arms. Her porcelain arms wrapping around Haley's thin waist, but her eyes are glued on mine. Her beautiful hazel eyes are filled with so many emotions, fear, anxiousness and worry. All I want to do is wrap my arms around her and make all her problems go away, but I'm just going to have to wait. I'll prove to her that I'm the guy for her and that she doesn't have to be scared of me. After holding each other's gaze for a couple seconds Brooke slowly starts to detach herself from Haley and leads Haley over to a couch, where they start talking. Once her hazel eyes left mine I decided to give the girls some time to talk, so I left to get some coffee.
BROOKE'S POV
I was really hoping that I could make it to the waiting room and avoid Lucas altogether, but what was I thinking, I mean Lucas is Haley's best friend, of course he is going to be there with her. I have slowly broken out of my trance when I hear Haley's timid voice calling my name, "Brooke…. Brooke." I shake my head, hoping that will rid my mind of those piercing blue eyes I can't seem to forget, but nonetheless it doesn't help. Dropping my arms to my sides and look at Haley's questioning face.
"Huh?"
"Brooke what's wrong?" God she always was the caring one. She shouldn't be consoling me when she could be loosing her husband right now. Be strong Brooke.
"It's nothing Tutor Girl. Come on let's go sit down," I grab her hand and pull her over to the couch with the worn down cushions. We take a seat and right when we sit down I slowly start to see the emotional barrier that Haley had been putting up, crumbling to nothing but ruble. Tears, once again start to fall from her big doe eyes and I almost start crying also. "Come here Haley. Everything is gonna be okay. You know how strong Nathan is. He's not going to leave you; we all know he's a fighter. He has too much to live for." I give her a reassuring smile and her cold, clammy hand a squeeze, while I try to sniff back the tears that are welling up in my eyes.
I heard the shuffling of feet and then what we have been waiting for, for hours, "Family of Nathan Scott?" Before Nathan even comes out of the doctor's mouth, Haley is up off the couch and running towards him.
"I'm his wife, please tell me he's alright." She said pleading with the doctor.
"He is stable currently, but he was in pretty bad shape. He had a broken hand, a concussion and was suffering from severe hypothermia. We had to jump start his heart once, but he's doing very well. He's in room 257, but only one person can see him at a time." Haley looks back at me, asking 'is it ok if I go?' with her eyes, of course I give her a smile and nod my head. When she sees this action she quickly takes off down the hallway, trying to find Nathan's room. You know, I'm so happy that Nathan is alright and that in the end so is Naley, but I can't get this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that not everything is going to be alright.
I stand in the spot I had been comforting a frazzled Haley, my eyes glued on her retreating form, until I could no longer see her. Once she is out of my sight I turn around and see Lucas standing against the colorless wall. He looks tired and stressed out, but when I look into his eyes all I see is love, unconditional love. 'God, I can't deal with this right now.' I find myself once again running from him. Running down the hall that seems to have become increasingly small, my lungs tighten and I find myself gasping for air. I push past people, trying to block out his calming voice and manage to make it to the elevator. I push the down button repeatedly; "Come on, come on," I'm beyond frantic by now. He's coming closer and closer to me and I'm really scared he is going to finally catch up to me, but as I hear the ding, signaling the elevator has made it to my floor, I hurrying into the opening doors, rushing into the back corner of the elevator. As he finally makes it to the elevator the doors are already closing and I let out a sigh of relief.
Sinking to the floor, I feel my head is still spinning and all of a sudden I get a really bad cramp, in my stomach. My face contorts in pain, my eyebrows pushing together and my hand pressing into my stomach, to somehow ease the pain I am feeling. It doesn't work, in fact it only becomes worse and I feel my tears start to moisten my cheeks for the umpteenth time tonight. I press my face onto the cool, metal wall, "oh my god, my baby," at this point I am crying on controllably.
After a few minutes the pain subsides, but I still feel uneasy about everything. I manage to stand up on my wobbly limbs and make it to the main level of the hospital. I stumble out the electronic doors and into the parking lot. I'm trying to remember where I parked, walking aimlessly around the very full lot, when I spot it. I run as fast as my shaky leg will carry me, while trying to pull my keys out from my overly sized bag. I make it to the side of my car, sticking the key into the car door, about to unlock it, when another painful cramps hits my stomach. "Ahhh," This one is even worse than before and I start to feel a liquid trickle down the inside of my leg. I open one eye and see that it is blood. I fall to the ground, never really able to handle the sight of blood, while my purse goes crashing to the parking lot pavement. Most of the contents spilled out onto the hot black asphalt and under my car. I'm starting to feel woozy, but realize I have to do something to save my baby. I hear footsteps walking distantly and manage to pull myself slowly to the end of my car.
"Help," I yell weakly, because I become more dizzy with the small amount of moving I have done, "Help me, please." I hear the running moving faster and coming closer, while the side of my face rests on the dirty road. My arms curl around my stomach, trying to protect my baby in any way I can. The person stops in front of me and leans over, pushing my hair out of my face.
"Brooke? Oh my god! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Lucas's voice is quivering with fear I assume.
"Our baby," I manage to whisper, "I'm loosing our baby…Help me," Once I say this out loud tears are again streaming down my face, because I come to the realization that this is actually happening. I could loose my baby, our baby.
Author's note: So I realize that was like a lot of drama in that chapter. It's probably unrealistic for that much drama to happen within the span of a couple hours, but whatever, I was just going with what my fingers were typing. Also, I hope I didn't lose a lot of you readers cause I haven't updated in like a year…haha. Please review! Thanks.