At Pentonville's ICU Hospital Wing…

"Yes Ma'am. I'm with him right now. He was given the test trial medications the last few hours as directed by the doctor", the male nurse's voice cracked into the phone.

"Just make sure he lives. I want him to awake very soon. And I need you to look for a donor for what he needs. He needs to be back at full capacity, do you understand?", the stern woman's voice was smooth but had deadly undertones. The nurse knew he couldn't mess this up and had to, no needed, to follow the voice's direction completely or his life could be on the line.

The call ended and the nurse checked the patient's vitals once more. Everything was going well, and his brain function was normal, the patient just needed to wake up. But the nurse was curious about why this patient in Pentonville was so important to the woman on the other end of the phone. She paid him a heavy sum through his account. But he had no choice, he needed the money, his mother needed financial help with her own medical bills, and this seemed like the only he could afford it. He just hoped that this situation wouldn't cost him his life in the process.

The nurse checked off his hourly checkoff, still glancing at the patient's chart again. He glazed back at the chart.

"Ryan Chamberlain. You are lucky someone wants you alive. If it were up to me, you'd die for what you did to all those people in Port Charles and Texas. Serial Killers shouldn't get another chance at life. But I need the money, so you need to live. Wake up, you bastard. Someone has plans for your life", the nurse spat with malice.

The nurse put up Ryan's chart and walk out of the room. His shift was over, and the overnight nurses would keep an eye on his hourly vitals until he returned in the morning.

Port Charles…

At Home…

"Grandmother, you can't be serious?", Spencer was flabbergasted. "I only missed my curfew by 2 hours".

"Spencer! I told you if you can't get home at your curfew then Sonny's driver isn't allowed to pick you up and take you anywhere without consulting me or Kevin for the next month!", Laura told him sternly.

"But I have a study group tonight and I'm supposed to tutor Joss with her Latin final and Cam needs…", Spencer began, pleading with his grandmother to change her mind.

"Spencer, you know the rules. We talked about this already and you agreed", Kevin chimed into the conversation. He spoke calmly to Spencer.

"I know Kevin but…"

"No buts. You remember", Kevin looked the teen into the eyes. "We agreed that if you missed another curfew, then this would be the consequences".

"I understand", Spencer shook his head and looked down at the floor.

"You have one month to regain your privileges back. But you need to gain back your grandmother's and my trust. Trust is very important, Spencer".

Spencer shook his head in silence, reluctantly agreeing with Kevin and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Kevin and Laura looked at each other shook their heads.

"That grandson of ours is going to be the death of me", Laura blew out a breath. They had just gotten out of bed to meet Spencer at the door. She was tired of his not meeting his curfew and she wanted her and Kevin to confront him about breaking the rules they all set for him.

"He's a teen Laura. They do these types of things. And you should know since you have kids. And besides he knows he agreed with the consequences of his missing curfew". Kevin hugged her.

"I'm getting too old for this Kevin. I was younger when Lucky went through this and with Lulu and Nikolas I wasn't around", Laura sighed.

"We'll get through this."

"I hope so", Laura sighed into his embrace.

"Come", Kevin grabbed her hand, and headed back to their bedroom. "You can use a massage. It will make you feel better", Kevin smirked, and lifted his eyes at her.

"Kevin…", Laura blushed at Kevin. She knew what has thinking. "We can't. Spencer is home."

"Then you'll have to be quiet". Kevin lead her into their bedroom.

3 Weeks later…

At Pentonville…

The cell rung and the nurse picked it up.

"Is the procedure complete? Did everything go as plan?", the woman's stern voice asked.

"Yes Ma'am. Everything went as planned. Chamberlain made it through the 24-hour surgery you provided for him. The doctors have continued to check on him and everything is progressing as expected. But I don't understand why you want someone like a serial killer Ryan Chamberlain alive and to receive such a rare transplant?", the nurse asked.

"I don't pay you to ask me questions. You remember that it is your mother that is in poor health, don't you?", the voice sneered.

"Uh, sorry ma'am. I didn't mean...", the nurse apologized.

"Just remember you can be replaced at any time. I don't pay you to think. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

The woman hung up the call and the nurse did his routine of vital checks as he did daily.

"How did I get myself into this mess?", the nurse sighed as he put up Ryan's clipboard and walked out of the room.

Just as the nurse left the room, Ryan's hand started to move slightly. Then his eyes opened up, but his vision was a bit blurry.

"Where the hell am I?", Ryan croaked as he glanced around slightly at his room. His throat was dry, and he squinted trying to focus. Then he tried to lift his head up and he was exhausted just to do that. His head slowly fell back onto the pillow and his brain was running a mile a minute.

He focused more on trying to focus his eyes and to seeing clearer. And then slowly his vision was coming back to him. Then he wanted to scratch his noise and he automatically lifted his left hand, but he couldn't. He was restrained to the bed. But he grimaced in pain and noticed his right hand was bandaged up. And then his eyes widened when he noticed a hand on his left arm.

"I have a hand. Didn't I cut it off? What the hell is going on here?", he gazed attentively at his new hand.

"New hand? But why? And where the hell am I?", Ryan asked himself quietly. He was exhausted and went back to sleep. He would find out all he needed in due time. But he needed to get out of here. Because he didn't think this was a regular hospital. And he knew he wasn't still in Port Charles when the last time he was conscious. The surroundings look different. And he needed to find a way out of here.