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Chapter 2

It was a long night and Elizabeth was really tired. She'd administered the medication the doctor left every four hours as instructed. She'd taken Jason's temperature and wiped him down to keep him dry so he didn't catch a chill. She'd fussed over him straightening his blankets. Donning gloves she'd even changed his bandage. She was so glad that she hadn't gone to medical school, being a nurse was so not her thing.

So when someone knocked on her door bright and early the next morning she was not happy. Looking through the window she saw that Francis had returned with breakfast for both him and her.

"I got you a coffee and a blueberry muffin." He told her when she finally opened the door.

"Thanks." She was in her pajamas and felt very uncomfortable with him seeing her like this. "Would you mind waiting in the hall? I need to get changed." When he nodded his head she closed the door and all but ran into the bathroom.

When she came back out she opened the door again and then joined the older man at the breakfast bar. "So why are you back? I thought we agreed that you needed to stay away."

"No, you threw me and Johnny out. We never agreed that we wouldn't come back. I needed to give you this." He told her pushing a cell phone over to her. "Both my number and Johnny's are already programmed. If you or Jason need us call."

"Won't Sonny wonder if you go running off?" Elizabeth wanted to respect Jason's wishes.

"Somehow I don't think you'll be calling much." It hadn't been hard to gather information on the woman in front of him. If Francis had to use one word to describe her it would be independent. She didn't like to ask for help. At twenty she was living on her own, and paying her way through school. She worked hard and was liked by pretty much everyone. Her boyfriend had died just over fifteen months ago and she'd withdrawn a bit but was coming back to life. Francis wondered how much his boss had to do with that.

The fact that the enforcer hadn't said a word about Elizabeth spoke volumes. He was treating her like he did Emily. Jason was close with his sister but he never talked about her around the guys. He didn't let her visit him at the penthouse and he would kick the ass of anyone who brought her up.

It was true that Emily had a guard but that was only because before Jason was a Morgan he was a Quartermaine. There were plenty of newspaper articles with pictures of Jason and Emily together. So it was common knowledge that they were brother and sister. But Jason still did his best to keep Emily's exposure to the world he moved in to a minimum.

Jason protected the people he cared about. It was clear that Elizabeth was on that list. To Francis it sounded like the two hadn't moved beyond friendship but he couldn't help but wonder if things were going to stay that way, especially after seeing the keychain.

Jason moaned and Elizabeth instantly popped up. She grabbed a cloth and wiped his brow while murmuring softly too him. "It's okay Jason. Just rest. It's okay." When he settled down again she walked back over and sipped her coffee. "My shifts for the week are covered. I came down with the flu it's going around."

"Very convenient timing." Francis said to her. He could add loyal to what he knew.

"Why doesn't Jason want to tell Sonny about getting shot?" Elizabeth wasn't sure Francis would answer. The question could be considered business. She knew better than to ask about that.

"Sonny is sleeping with Carly." Francis was curious as to what the tiny brunette's reaction would be.

"Slut." She said giving the word plenty of heat. She'd met Carly and the two had taken an instant dislike to one another. "Who cheats on Jason with Sonny?"

"Carly does." Francis said stating the obvious. "Jason walked in one them."

"Poor Jason." Elizabeth went over and ran her fingers through his short hair giving him a brief scalp massage. "He can do better."

Francis was thinking the enforcer already had, but he didn't say that out loud. "Do you need anything before I go?" He stood up preparing to leave.

"No. Will you be back?" She liked him, he seemed nice. The jury was still out on Johnny O'Brien. He had a bit of an attitude.

"No. You're getting a new neighbor." Francis pointed next door. "His name is Cooper Barrett. If an emergency arises before Coop gets here call me or Johnny."

"Won't Sonny wonder about one of his men living here?" Elizabeth would not do anything to put Jason in jeopardy. Nor would she let anyone else.

Francis grinned at how protective Ms. Webber was. "Cooper doesn't work for Sonny." Was all he told her. Jason could fill her in where Cooper came from if he wanted to.

"Okay, thank you Francis." Elizabeth said happy that Jason had a friend who was so loyal.

"You're helping my boss so I should be thanking you Ms. Webber." He told the young woman who he found himself coming to like. Jason wasn't just the man he worked for Francis considered him a friend.

"It's Elizabeth or Liz if you'd rather." Elizabeth hated to be called Ms. Webber.

Francis took out his wallet and removed some cash. "Take this."

"I'm good." She wasn't taking his money.

"You're taking the week off which means you won't be getting paid. Jason would want you to be taken care of." Francis said holding out the money.

"I'm fine. Really. I don't feel comfortable taking money for helping a friend." Elizabeth would do just about anything for Jason. Payment wasn't expected. "Francis?"

"Yes Ms. Webber?" He was preparing to leave. The fact that she wouldn't take his money made him respect her even more.

"Should you take Jason's gun?" It was currently under his pillow. Having it here made her nervous.

"No, he'll want it here when he wakes up." Francis told her. "Call if you need anything." He said before walking out the door.

After Francis left she locked the door and cleaned up a bit. Once Jason was healed and back home she would need to get a new couch since he'd bled all over her current one. It was time for Jason's medicine so she grabbed the bottles and a clean spoon. The doctor had wisely given her liquids so it was easy to get into him. With that done Elizabeth set up an easel and started to paint.


He could hear a low soft humming that for some reason made him feel relaxed. He could feel cool air drifting across his skin and the pain from the gunshot. He could also smell something earthy but had no idea what it was. Since he didn't dream he knew that meant he was awake, and if he was awake he was alive.

He concentrated really hard trying to remember just what the hell had happened. In pieces it came back to him. Carly in Sonny's shirt was the first thing he remembered. Then the meeting where Sorel shot him while saying he'd been expecting Sonny. Jason remembered Francis talking to him, but that didn't make sense. The last thing he recalled was Elizabeth yelling at him. "Elizabeth." He said softly managing to open his eyes.

Instantly the petite brunette was by his side. "Jason." She said softly. "Are you in pain? Do you need anything?" She hadn't expected him to wake up so soon. That he did had to be a good sign.

"Thirsty." He told her. Since the car accident that had changed him and killed his older brother Jason wasn't like everyone else. He didn't feel much in the way of pain. He wasn't bothered by extreme temperatures. He didn't dream and he couldn't see pictures. The gunshot wound did hurt but it was the fatigue and weakness that were making him weak. He didn't like being dependent on anyone else.

"Okay." Elizabeth jumped up and got a glass of water. She also grabbed a straw since he couldn't sit up. Going back to the couch she knelt by his head. "Small sips."

Jason did as instructed. The cool liquid felt wonderful. "Thanks." He said. Looking around he recognized that they were in her studio apartment. He'd been here on multiple occasions. "How did…I get here?" He was already fading some.

"We walked." She would probably have to tell him this again. "You should go back to sleep." She ran her fingers through his short hair gently scratching his scalp. Her mother used to do this for her when she was sick.

"Sonny." Whatever she was doing with her fingers felt really good and he was losing the battle to keep his eyes open.

"I called Francis. He and Johnny came with the doctor." Elizabeth explained keeping her voice low. "I don't think Sonny knows."

"Good." Jason said as he slipped back into sleep.

Elizabeth just sat there watching him breath. For the first time in twenty four hours she let herself relax a little. If he was talking to her then he was going to be okay. She couldn't stand it if she lost someone else that she had come to care for. Jason would be alright. She just kept telling herself that as she rose and returned to her painting.


Later that night when it was time for bed Elizabeth pulled out the spare blankets from the closet. She fashioned a pallet on the floor right next to couch. If Jason needed her she wanted to be close by. After giving him his medication, one for pain and one to fight off any infections, she laid down and tried to get comfortable.

Last night she hadn't gotten much sleep. A combination of being scared for Jason, worried that she would sleep past the time to give him his medicine, and having someone in her personal space had kept her awake. Setting her small alarm clock Elizabeth tried to relax. Sleep wasn't a luxury, it was a necessity. Jason was counting on her to nurse him back to health. Her getting sick wasn't an option.

The number of people in her life was small. She could count them on one hand. Her parents had died when she was five. She barely remembered them. Just small snippets like the head scratching. After their death with no other living relatives in the area Elizabeth had ended up in foster care. It was ironic since the Webbers were her adoptive parents.

As a result of losing her family and her time in the state system trust was not something she gave easily. Lucky had to work to earn it. They'd met because his family owned Kelly's. For almost six months he worked on getting her to go out with him. She finally gave in and six months later he was killed in a plane crash. Him, his parents, and his sister.

Maybe she was cursed. She didn't know anyone else who lost so many people they cared for. Jason had come into her life during a period when she didn't care whether she lived or died. He had helped her find herself again. In a very real sense he had saved her. Now she was determined to save him.

"Elizabeth." The injured enforcer whispered.

"Yes?" She sat up and looked at him. His brilliant blue eyes were no more than slits.

"Good night." He gave her a smirk and drifted back to sleep.

Elizabeth smiled even as her eyes filled with tears. Yeah, he was going to be just fine.


The next morning she was woken by the sound of people in the hallway. Cautiously she peeked past the shade to see two men coming out of the studio next door to hers. After a brief absence they came back up with boxes. While she watched they made several trips before the taller of the two men left and the other one went back into the apartment.

Since she was awake she checked on her patient before using the bathroom. She was sipping her coffee when someone knocked on her door. Peeking out she saw a young man a little younger than Jason. Carefully she opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Can I help you?" Her voice was level but Elizabeth was scared.

"I just moved in next door and wanted to say hi." Cooper thought the brunette in front of him was cute. Too bad Francis had warned him not to flirt with her. "I think we have a mutual friend."

"Really who?" She wasn't giving anything away until she knew he was the man Francis had sent.

"Francis Corelli." Cooper said grinning.

"Do you have a driver's license?" When in doubt ask for photo identification.

He was surprised but impressed. Digging out his wallet he showed her the requested item. "Is he okay?"

"Sleeping." Elizabeth told the young man making no move to let him in the apartment.

"Can I see him?" Cooper hadn't expected her to be so tough. That's what he got for judging her so fast. All he saw was a tiny, pretty woman.

"Be quiet. I don't want him disturbed." Elizabeth warned before opening the door.

"If you need anything knock on the wall. If you need to go out come get me and I'll sit with Jason." Cooper's only job was to keep the blonde and his friend safe.

"Okay." Elizabeth showed him out and locked the door. Having someone close by made her feel better. She didn't know who shot Jason and she didn't want them coming back to try again.


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