Prologue
Luke Spencer stood just inside the door of a supply closet outside his wife's hospital room. It had been two months since Laura had been taken to London. Luke had managed to make it out of the country after he escaped from Scott. He had went straight to the hospital, but the doctors had refused to let him see Laura.
He was determined that today would be the day that he would be able to get into her room and talk to her. He shuddered at the thought of the last time he had seen her. It was the day that they had taken her out of General Hospital in a straitjacket. It was the day that something inside him died.
Luke glanced at his watch. They would be bringing Laura's dinner soon. Luke had been hiding out here at the hospital for a week. He had totally memorized the schedule that Laura was on. He knew exactly when they brought her meals and when they gave her medication.
He heard the squeaky wheels of the food cart coming down the corridor. Luke opened the door just enough that he could see out. He watched as the orderly stopped the cart outside Laura's room. He checked to make sure no one was watching. Then he crept out of the closet and knocked the orderly out. He dragged the guy into the supply closet and switched clothes with him. Luke quickly found the key that had her room number on it and walked quietly to Laura's room.
Luke unlocked the door and slipped inside. He saw Laura sitting on the bed with her back to him. Her beautiful blonde hair was stringy and needed to be washed, but she still looked like an angel to him. He closed the door behind him.
Laura turned around when she hear the door click. She stared at him with a blank expression.
"Hi, Angel," Luke said quietly walking towards her.
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Meanwhile thousands of miles away, a young man was pacing nervously. Every now and then he would stop to look at the beautiful blonde woman lying unconscious on a cot in the corner of the room. It had been so long since he had seen her, but he wished their reunion could have been under different circumstances.
He walked over and sat down beside her and his hand brushed against her cheek. "Please wake up Mom," he whispered.