I opened my eyes to the light of Sonny Corinthos' living room. I had never imagined waking up to see before my eyes the inside of Sonny's house. I could already feel my body getting weaker and more brittle as I leaned up a bit. Sonny came waltzing down the stairs and he noticed I was awake and welcomed me with, "Good morning." He smiled and then walked over to his desk and rumpled through a bunch of papers.
I yawned and replied, "Good morning." I closed my eyes again and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. "What time is it?" Sonny looked up from his papers and stared down at his watch.
"Eight thirty," he answered, starting to stack his papers into a neat pile.
"I have to get up," I said aloud. I slowly made my way up off the couch, now standing.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Sonny called out. He lightly pushed me back down onto the couch and laid my feet back on it, placing the blanket back over my body. "It's early yet. No rush, relax, you have two hours before your doctor's appointment."
"How'd you know?" I asked curiously. He smiled and laughed.
"I called up the hospital and asked them what time your appointment was." He answered and then gave me a fast, sarcastic smile. I shot my head back and groaned. "Sit still and relax. I'm going to go make you some breakfast."
Sonny left my side, heading toward the kitchen and I shouted out, surprised, "You cook!"
He stopped mid-step and answered me, "It helps me relax." He stood there for a moment and I looked down, picking at my painted-red nails.
"Well, it's nice to know that we have something in common," I replied. He shook his head and walked off to the kitchen. I bit my lip and eyed him as he walked away.
Sonny came back fifteen minutes later with the soon-to-be-best-breakfast I had ever had - chocolate chip waffles covered in syrup, bacon, scrambled eggs, and orange juice. It was like heaven. I knew I was an amazing cook, but I had never tasted anything so heavenly. I didn't talk to him the whole time I was scoffing down my breakfast. It was absolutely delicious, but I wasn't going to tell him that - he'd let it go to his head.
Sonny sat at his desk going through papers, when I finally licked my plate clean. I pushed everything back onto the breakfast tray and placed it on the coffee table. It was about nine fifteen now and I needed to get dressed. I really should go home and change out of these clothes. The doctors would notice I was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "Sonny I -" Milo walked in right before I could finish my sentence. Sonny looked at me and then at Milo, who was wheeling in a red luggage that looked exactly like the one I had at home - wait a minute it was mine!
"Ms. Zacchara I took the liberty of going over to your apartment and gathering some of your things. I figured you would want to change before your doctor's appointment." He explained, handing off the luggage to me.
"Thanks, Milo." I thanked him and he left the room. Sonny and I stared at each other for a moment and then I laughed, "So what, you're reading my mind now?" He shot me a look.
"If I only could," was all he had to say. " There is a guest room, third door to the right, you can get dressed in there." He went back to working on his paper work. I guess the loving, caring Sonny Corinthos only lasted for so long - too bad!
"Thanks," I whispered sarcastically. I grabbed my luggage and jetted up the stairs. I walked into a gorgeous suite. It was luxurious and I would have loved my room to look exactly like it. I trudged into the bathroom, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and washing my face. I changed into a black long-sleeved top, dark-blue jeans, and my black leather, high-heeled boots. I packed away my other clothes in the suitcase and slipped on a gold bracelet that I always kept in my make-up bag, and then I applied my make-up.
I walked down the stairs, wheeling my luggage behind me. Sonny was now walking from the bar to the couch with a scotch in his hand. He gave me a once-over and I rolled my eyes. He laughed at how no matter what crisis was going on I always managed to be in high heels. "Hey if you don't like the clothes I wear, don't look at me," I laughed. I threw myself back onto the couch and crossed my legs. I grabbed one of the Tiffany magazines, Milo had packed in with my luggage and I started to flip through the pages. Milo walked back in again as Sonny was chuckling at my comment.
Both our faces turned sullen as he announced, "the car is ready for you. Max will be driving." He walked out of the room, leaving the doors open for us. I looked down at my hands; picking at my fingers and nails again.
Sonny placed his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are you ready?" I looked up into his eyes and found the sincerity in his question. I looked back down; staring at my magazine. I closed my magazine and threw it onto the coffee table. I then stood up and grabbed my clutch.
"As I'll ever be," I answered him. He patted my shoulder and walked over to the double doors, escorting me out. Today was the start of the end of my life.