It had been two weeks since Michael was transferred to the private facility in New York and he hadn't spoke to Carly since the day of the move. Jason had left several messages for her, but she hadn't returned his calls. He wasn't going to push her. He figured she needed her space and although he hated to admit it he assumed she was leaning on Jax for support.

He had been her support that first week immediately after the accident. He had to be strong for her and by doing so it had made it easier for him to cope with his own loss. The last two weeks he didn't have her to focus on and his own grief had started to consume him. He spent his nights looking through pictures of him, Carly and Michael. He would cry silent tears for his son. For in his mind and heart no matter what was written on a legal document. No matter who Carly married. Michael was and would always be his son. The son he willingly shared with others.

In those two weeks he had spent away from Carly he had found a way to come to terms with his grief. It still hurt like hell to know his child was no longer able to play, walk and talk, but he knew Michael would want him to move on and help his mother and brother to do the same. Michael wouldn't want them to suffer because of his lost.

He had woken up this morning with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He needed to see for himself how Carly was doing. He had given her enough space. Maybe he was being selfish, but he needed her to need him. He wasn't use to her leaning on someone else. Two weeks without a word from her was eating him up inside. He tried to call her on her cell and at home, but once again it went to voicemail. He left yet another message and then tried the hotel. The hotel manager told him Carly had not been back to work since the incident and if he saw her to let her know everyone on staff was thinking of her. Jason jumped on his bike and headed to Carly's. He was going to make sure she was ok.

He knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. He went to use his key, but found the door was already open. "She knows better than that." He though to himself as he turned the knob and entered the house. "Carly" He called and looked around the deserted living room. "Carly" He said again his voice growing in volume. He looked in the kitchen and then came back out to the steps that lead upstairs. "Carly" He yelled as he walked up the stairs.

He continued to call her name until he reached the doorway of Michael's room. Her name caught in his throat when he saw her. She was sitting on the floor beside Michael's bed. She was wearing red silk pajama shorts with a matching top. Her legs were crossed Indian style. Her arms were wrapped around a fuzzy brown rabbit that had clearly seen better days. It was missing patches of fur and there was rip at the tip of one of its ear. Carly's head rested atop the bunny and he could see tears slowly draining from her eyes. She looked tired and frail. Like she hadn't slept or eaten in weeks. Her eyes were sunk into her face and there were huge dark crescent shaped patches under them.

She hadn't acknowledged his presence and Jason found his voice. He spoke her name softly, "Carly". She still did not look up at him. He slowly made his way across the room and then sat down next to her on the floor. He took one hand and traced the hair that had fallen in her face along her cheek. "Carly" He said again and this time she looked up. His heart broke when she looked at him. Her skin was pale white and she had clearly lost about twenty pounds since the last time he had saw her. She gently spoke his name and her voice sounded child like. "Jason" He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and began to thread his fingers in her hair gently massaging her scalp. "I was worried about you. You haven't returned any of my calls." Carly leaned her head back into his touch and her neck and shoulders relaxed. "I..I…" there was a long paused and she looked confused. "I don't know why I didn't call you back. I was meaning too. I just never got around to doing it." "Where's Jax?" Jason asked as his gently massaged the nape of her neck. Her neck was more boney than he remembered. The soft, supple skin that he loved to touch was now rough and ridged.

"Jax had to leave town for a few days. He and Kate had some business to take care of that wouldn't wait."

Jason felt anger rising within him, but he pushed it down and managed to keep it out of his voice. "Morgan?"

"He's at summer camp. You just missed him."

"How long have you been sitting here?" He rubbed at her neck trying to ease her tension and coax her into talking to him.

"I sit here all the time." She answered.

"All the time?" Jason questioned.

He could feel her body stiffen as she spoke. "I can't do this Jase. I don't know how. How do I go on without my child? I go through the motions of living. I say all the right things to Jax. I try to be the perfect mother to Morgan and all the while I'm dying inside."

She hesitated and then continued, "At night when they've gone to sleep I come in here. I come in here and sit and cry. I cry till the tears won't come and my screams get caught in my throat and I almost choke on them. Then I slip back into bed right before Jax wakes up and pretend to be sleep. He goes to work. Morgan goes to camp and I come back here to cry."

Jason pulled her towards him till her head was resting on his chest. She kept talking "I can't be in this world while my child is in another. Lost in his own mind. I visit him. I visit my own child and I sit by his side and talk to him. I hold his hand and tell him about the things going on in Port Charles and all the while the voice inside my head is screaming for him to wake up. For him to open his eyes so I can tell him how much I love him and how sorry I am that I did this to him. I need to know he hears me when I tell him these things." She gasps for air. "I need to be with my son." An ocean of tears spilled out of her eyes all at once and raced down her face. Jason used his thumb to brush them off her cheeks.

"Carly you have to give it time." Jason told her.

"Time won't bring back my son. Time won't fill this emptiness inside of me and time won't change the fact that I'm the reason my son is lying motionless in a hospital bed with a bullet in his head."

"Punishing yourself won't change those things either."

Jason placed his arm around her waist and stood up bringing her up with him. She stood on unsteady legs so he kept his arm around her for support and led her out of Michael's room and into hers.

"Get dressed." He told her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why?" She asked.

"We're going for a ride on my bike. It helps me clear my head. Maybe it will work for you." Carly's lips pursed together and she was about to protest, but Jason quickly cut her off. "You're going. Get dressed or I'll dress you myself."

Carly got up, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans. Jason exited the room and cursed at himself all the way down the stairs.

Why did he leave her alone for those two weeks?

Why the hell did he trust Jax to take care of her?

When he got his hands on Jax he would beat him within an inch of his life. He left her to go on business with Kate.

How could he leave Carly when it was more than obvious she needed help?

He couldn't see the dark circles under his wife's eyes?

Or that she lost weight and wasn't eating?

How could he live in the same house with her and not hear her sobs in the middle of the night? Or maybe he did, but just didn't go to her.

First he would take care of Carly and then he would deal with her so called husband.