Haley sits on her bed, listening to estrogen-based moping music. Peyton shows up in her doorway and half-knocks on the frame. What time is it? How come the kids can walk in and out of each other's houses like it's nobody's business? Who visits after dark on a school night? I mean, really? Anyway. Peyton says, "Hey. I thought you'd be at the hospital." Haley sort of half-looks at her and says, "Why aren't you there?" Peyton replies, "I dropped Brooke off. It's kind of weird, she's still with Lucas." Um, so when did Peyton tell Haley what's going on? And did Luke tell Peyton in the meantime what happened between him and Haley? Because that's the only way this conversation could make sense. Haley says, "She doesn't know about you guys yet?" Peyton admits that they were going to tell her tonight. Damn. Timing truly is everything, eh? Haley scoffs. Peyton says, "Don't you want to see him?" Haley replies, "Yeah, I do, I just can't." Why not? Haley dodges the question: "If you don't mind, I'd really like to be alone right now." Peyton says no problem, but then she adds, "I'm sure his mom would really like to see you." Haley snits, "Peyton. I'll go when I'm ready." Who knew sweet little Tutor Girl could have so much attitude?
Back at the hospital, Karen stands by the nursing station and hands the nurse back a clipboard. She says, "Ah, they took my son out of recovery and the nurse hadn't filed these insurance forms?" Faux-Sam asks, "Oh, sure. What's your son's name?" Karen replies that it's Lucas Scott. There's a cop standing beside them there, and he too fills out paperwork. He overhears their conversation and says, "Scott? From the car accident?" Karen says yeah. He continues, "I need to get a statement from that driver Keith Scott. He's a lucky guy." Karen smiles and says, "Yeah, a couple of stitches." But wait, that's not what he means -- turns out Keith's blood-alcohol level was a mere point below the legal limit. Oh boy, and if the sky hadn't opened up before and started to rain down on us, it sure as hell has now. Karen's face turns to stone. And it's not just because the cop mistakenly calls Keith her husband, either; it's because now she knows he had that beer over at her café before getting behind the wheel. What? Is that steam rising? Um, no, that's her trust dissolving like fog when the weather turns into a hot summer day.
Karen walks into Luke's hospital room. Keith sits up. She kisses a comatose Luke, and Keith says, "I'll never forgive myself if he's not okay." Karen doesn't look at him when she asks, "Were you drinking tonight?" He purses his lips and says, "Karen --" She asks, "Were you?" He says, "I wasn't drunk." She turns to face him: "That's not what I asked you." Pause. "Were you drinking before you drove Lucas?" He says yes, and he tries to add a "but," but Karen's not interested. She whisper-shouts her disappointment: "I trusted you." Pause. "I want you to leave." Oh man -- without even saying anything to defend himself in any way, Keith quietly gets up and leaves. Now, that's love, where the guilt weighs so heavily upon you that you don't even need the other person to point out what a jackass you were. But Lord, was it just that one beer? And when did the bloody cop even have time to take a breathalyser test, if Dan scooped them both up so fast and carted them off to the hospital at super-speed?