LUCAS:  Peyton. Hey! Hey, it's me.  (touches her)

PEYTON:  (crying)  Ow, my leg! I got cut by some glass. Lucas, I lost Brooke. I'm sorry.

LUCAS:  She's fine. She's fine but  (looks down)  OK, you're not. Um,... oh, we gotta get you somewhere safe, come on.

(He grabs her hand and tries to help her up. She protests.)

PEYTON:  No, I can't.  (desperately)  I can't walk!  (crying)  I tried(!)

(She looks at him sadly and he touches her shoulder.)

LUCAS:  (soothingly)  OK.

(It just makes Peyton cry more. He looks over the shelf.)

LUCAS:  (resolutely)  OK.  (stands)

PEYTON:  (panicked, grabs his hand)  No, don't leave me, please(!) Please.

LUCAS:  (holding her face)  No, look, hey. I'm gonna go block the entrance, alright? We'll... we'll just... hide.  (frowns)

(Peyton nods.)

LUCAS:  Alright? We'll wait this out, OK?

(Peyton continues to nod.)

LUCAS:  Listen to me, OK?

PEYTON:  (weakly)  Um-hm.

LUCAS:  I'm not leaving you, Peyton.