Falling Girl Video
"So listen, my name is Carly Corinthos Jax, and a few weeks ago my best friend, Jason, was found alive, and I couldn't be any sadder," Carly said, standing in the elevator of General Hospital, staring at the poster of a very smiley little girl with her mom hawking the benefits of the flu shot. The only people she could talk to without feeling guilty for feeling the way she does. "See he doesn't remember me, and I remember every painstakingly loving memory. So he gets to live, but now I get to die a little inside every day."
Carly stepped off the elevator of General Hospital already wound a little too tight for it to be so late in the afternoon. Morgan managed to be the only thing that could tear her thoughts away from Jason. Yet, even now she found herself drifting back to him. She had her friend back, thus she should be one of the happiest people in the world, but she wasn't. She should have stayed in bed today with the radio up loud so she could drown out her thoughts. Morgan was the only reason she was even at the hospital today. He kept her up half the night crying on the phone. Trying with all his might to convince her that he didnt need help. Per his therapists instructions she had to just hang up on him, but she promised she would come by to visit before visiting hours were over.
She walked down the hall and saw Jason coming out of one of the hospital doors. The bad flourescant lighting of the hospital like a beacon on him. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Resisting the urge to run this Jason couldn't read her thoughts like the old Jason. "Jason, hi, is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just here with Sam for one of Danny's doctors appointments," he replied, nodding towards the closed door that he had just exited.
"That's good," said Carly cradling her jacket in her hand and smiling up at her long-time friend. "It's good to see you reconnecting with Sam."
He rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. "Its honestly just a doctor's appointment, Carly."
"No, I get that, but its just nice that you're trying to get to know her-"
"Trying to get to know her," his voice raising an octave as he tried to control his anger. "I already know her. I've known her for a year now. There's nothing else left to figure out. She's the mother of my kid and I'm here for him."
She stood there for a moment stunned into silence unsure of where his anger originated from. He turned to leave and she snapped out of her stupor long enough to stop. "Don't walk away from me," she said grabbing his arm, but promptly letting go at the glare she received in return. "I'm here for Morgan, but there's obviously a reason I ran into you first. The fact of the matter is she isn't some friend or some stranger. Whether you remember her or not she's your wife. Its about time that you actually pay attention to that and treat her with a little more respect than you would a stranger."
"I'm engaged to Elizabeth, she's my future wife and I'm getting a divorce from Sam. My life choices may not be what you want to hear, but you need to get over it," he said sternly looking her straight in the eyes.
Carly's mouth fell open. "I thought this was about you losing your memory, but its so much more than that. You're just scared because Jason's life comes with so many responsibilities and loves. You're not sure you can pull it off. So you'd just prefer to stay stuck as poor little Jake Doe."
"I'm not going to have this conversation with you again. I don't remember you or them and I'm not just going to fall into place. To make things easier for you guys." He said storming off.
"That's not what I meant," she called after him. She let him go this time because she truly did not recognize this person. She continued down the hall to Morgan's room and sat on a bench outside of his room. Wanting to collect herself before she saw her son.
"I've been looking for you every where. What did you say to upset him?" Elizabeth said walking up to her.
"I just told him the truth like I'm going to tell you. Now that he knows who he is, that he is Jason Morgan and not Jake Doe he needs to face the music. Not just hide under his shell like some scared turtle. He has a family, and kids and an everything. He needs to figure out how that fits into who he is now." She stood up, refusing to be intimidated by the likes of Elizabeth.
"I'm sorry Carly, Isn't he doing that? You just don't like the fact that he's not chasing after you and your latest drama," said Elizabeth rubbing her sweaty hands down her pants leg. She caught sight of Jason out of the corner of her eye and knew she didn't have to say anything further. Carly would hang herself all on her own.
"No, he's not doing that Elizabeth. Wouldn't you feel better knowing he remembers everything and chooses to love you in spite of it all. Instead of choosing to be with you like you're some sort of default setting," she screamed.
"Carly, that's enough," Jason said wedging himself between the two women. He groaned and clutched his head a splitting migraine racking through him. He was remembering something, something about, "Carly."
"He's blacking out," screamed Carly. "Elizabeth, do something call for Patrick."
"You call for Patrick. You're the reason he's like this in the first place." Elizabeth said getting to her knees and flashing a small light into Jason's eyes. "What are you feeling?"
Carly's stomach did somersaults as she realized she was right. What if she had in advertently done irreparable damage to her friend. "I'm going to go find Patrick." She called the docs name desperately and it sounded hallow even to her ears. Vibrating against the clean bare walls of the hospital. She wanted to cover her ears with her hands to block out the sound.
"Jason, Jason stay with me," said Elizabeth snapping her fingers in front of his face.
She could hear Elizabeth's voice in the background and the fear in it shook her to the core. Elizabeth was a nurse. She wasn't supposed to get scared. She was supposed to fix him thought Carly. Fix him. It was her fault he was broken. She got her friend back just to be the reason everyone loses him. "Patrick."
"Carly, what's the matter?" Epiphany said, concern dripping from her voice like a waterfall.
"Epiphany, Epiphany," Carly called out grabbing the nurses arms and holding on for dear life. "I need Patrick. Jason's fell and he's losing conscious."
"I'll page him right now. But if I'm going to help. You're going to need to let me go," said Epiphany unwinding Carly's fingers from her forearm. "Show me where he is?"
Carly brought her back to the scene of the crime. Where she had hurt Jason to see Elizabeth kneeling by his side in tears holding on to his hand as if she would never let him go.
"Alright, Liz back up and let me threw," said Epiphany realizing right away that her most competent nurse on staff would be of no help to her now. She felt the man's pulse and it appeared to be going strong. Which could only be a good thing. "Elizabeth?" she called shaking the woman's shoulder. Grab a gurney we have to get him off the floor. She got up herself and went to the wall and made a call over the P.A. System for Patrick Drake Emergency.
Liz did as she was told and grabbed a few nurses to come and help. They rolled him on to his side and were able to lift him successfully into a bed.
"What can I do?" Carly asked, appearing by the side of his bed.
"You can stay away?" snapped Elizabeth making no qualms as to whose fault she thought this was.
"What happened to the new Jason Morgan?" asked Epiphany unsure of where to start in helping with his recovery.
"Me and Carly were getting into an argument and I think he overheard some of it. He appeared out of nowhere like he was going to break it up and then he touched his head like he had a headache and dropped to the floor. He was out within five minutes," said Elizabeth.
"Room 502 is empty lets get that ready for him. But in the meantime take him in to CT. Patrick's going to need to know if there's anything serious going on," said Epiphany in her element barking orders to the other nurses.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Elizabeth her eyes never leaving Jason's face.
"Stand back and pray. You know the rules no helping on patients you are personally connected to," spouted Epiphany without missing a beat. She knew Elizabeth would ask this question and she had her answer already ready for her.
They both followed closely behind as Jason disappeared into the double doors and they were both denied access.
"I was paged?" asked Patrick coming up behind the pair.
"Thank God, you're here. Get in there Epiphany just wheeled him in for a CT scan. You have to make sure that he is ok," blurted out Elizabeth.
"Slow down. Whose in CT?" asked Patrick puzzled.
"Jason Morgan," answered Carly her arms crossing in front of her.
"He overheard a conversation that I was having with Carly. He came out clutching his head and then he dropped to the ground and passed out."
"Did he hit his head on the ground?" asked Patrick retrieving his folder from one of the nurses coming out of his room.
"It didn't seem like it. Just like he was in a lot of pain," replied Elizabeth wringing her hands in front of her.
"Alright, I'll let you know as soon as I know something," replied Patrick confident that he could do this having worked on him several times before. But how many times could a man withstand brain surgery before it just completely gave out on him.
"You accepted this case awfully fast," replied Carly to Patrick's back.
"Carly, it's my job," replied Patrick raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"How do we know that you wont deliberately try to sabotage him because of his connection to Sam?" asked Carly thinking it was a fair question.
"He doesn't have a relationship with Sam. I do. And if I have proven nothing in the past it is that I can be objective and not let my feelings get into the way," declared Patrick.
"Like you did with Rafe the guy who killed your son," replied Carly trying to gauge his response.
"Oh my God Carly, haven't you done enough. He's the best doctor we have and you're going to sit back shut up and let him do his job."
"Fine. But I'm calling Sam. If there's anything seriously wrong with him. It will be his wife making the decisions for him and not you," said Carly pointing her finger at Liz.
She walked around the hall and pulled out her phone. Taking a deep breath to summon the courage she just didnt have right now. She was going to have to tell Sam. How she hurt Jason.