Jason opened his eyes and panicked at the uncomfortably familiar setting; he was used to stopping by his mother's hospital, but he sure as hell wasn't used to being in the rooms, let alone a patient's bed. He tried to get up, and he regretted it instantly. Pain coursed through every fiber of his body. Further down the bed, he noticed that his foot was elevated... and in a cast. Realization hit him.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" he yelled to no one in particular. He wouldn't be able to play for weeks. Jason was pretty sure that his parents knew he was here, after all, they did work here. He was surprised that they weren't here along with the entire Quartermaine clan, fussing over him as usual. He turned to a lone table by his bed and read the headline of the newspaper, conveniently reminding him of why he was there in the first place: Police Invade Local Home. They were probably coming up with ways to punish him for tarnishing the family name by attending that party. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed a slight brunette breeze down the hallway. Memories of that night flooded his mind.

She was by far the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen... Her porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight...She shivered. He wanted to warm her...He didn't even know who she was... Enough to hook him for life...

Coming back to the present, he gasped, hoping that it might be her. But she was so unreal. Probably just a trick of his imagination, or a subconscious fantasy coming to life. But he couldn't resist the urge to try and take a peak, and clear his curiosity. He cried out in pain, cursing loudly as he the pain reminded him how banged up he was.

"Are you okay?" a gentle voice asked.

He looked up taking in the girl standing before him. He'd been around General Hospital enough to notice that the sky blue uniform she wore meant that she was a student volunteer. Her hair was tied back into a sloppy side ponytail at the nape of her neck. She didn't wear any makeup and probably didn't have any perfume on, but her scent was alluring all the same. Her pale skin looked so soft against the cotton fabric of her scrubs.

"Do I look ok?" he asked harshly.

"Not really. Here, let me help you up," she offered hesitantly.

As much as he wanted to refuse her help, he knew he wouldn't be able to get very far by himself. She slowly undid the straps that held his foot up, resting his foot on the pillows at the end of the bed. She moved gracefully to the head of the bed. She placed her silky fingers behind his head, elevating it so that she could mechanically pull the bed into a more comfortable slant. Her fragile hands lowered Jason's body, back against the upright mattress. His flesh tingled where her velvet skin had once been.

"There. Is that better?" she asked. She didn't get a response. "Do you have any pain? I could page a nurse to administer you some painkillers, or I could get you the over-the-counter pills, but they probably won't work as well..." she rambled.

Much to her surprise, he stated a staccato, "No."

"Well, I guess I'll go make myself useful someplace else. I'll tell Dr. Quartermaine that you're awake," she said, as she turned to leave.

Jason was so angry with himself. How could he allow a complete stranger have that kind of an affect on him? Sure she was beautiful, but she wasn't hot. Besides she was probably a nobody. He was sure that he went to her school; she was volunteering here as a part of the medical program at Port Charles High. But he couldn't recall ever seeing her in the hallways. Heck, he didn't even know her name.

"Well good, you're awake," Monica stated. "Now I know you've been through a lot, but you still have to face the consequences of your actions," she continued. "What were you doing at that party anyway? I thought I raised you better than that?" Monica quizzed, disappointment shrouding her voice. "You're probably going to have to be here for at least another week..."

"Another week!" Jason shouted.

"Jason, your car practically tried to wrap itself around the trunk of the Cassadine's tree, with you in it. You could have been much worse off," Monica explained. "Now, I hear that you've gotten into a little scuffle with the Spencer boy," Monica said, "He was in pretty rough shape when they brought him in here. I think it would be nice of you to stop by and see him. His room is right around the hall," Monica told her son, in a tone that suggested that there wouldn't be much further discussion on the topic. They were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Hi," Sam said quietly. She rushed over to Jason's side. "Oh my God, Jason, I'm so glad you're alright," Sam said.

"Well I have to be in surgery soon," Monica said, "but before I leave, Sam would you mind getting Jason a wheelchair at the nurse's station, and cart Jason over to room 201B?"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Quartermaine." Sam responded as the older woman left the room.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" Jason asked frustrated.

"I came to see how you were, silly," she explained.

"I know that, but why?" he asked, noticing the confused look on her face.

"I heard about the accident, Jason. I wanted to see if you were ok," she countered nervously.

"This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you Sam,"

"You can't honestly say that you're going to take Lucky's word over mine. Are you?" She asked feigning innocence. She leaned down and kissed his smooth lips.

Jason felt confused, yet he kissed her back hesitantly. "I...I think we should stop," Jason said finally.

"Why? What's wrong?" Sam whined.

"Us," Jason replied. "This whole thing is just... not right. I need some time to think," Jason told her.

"Sure, sure," Sam replied, not fully comprehending the fact that he was trying to break up with her. "Let's head on over to 201, you're probably in enough trouble with your mom as it is." Sam stated, changing the subject. Sam helped Jason roll down the hallway, and they stopped in front of the opened door.

There she was again.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know Mr. Spencer was having visitors, I would have come a while later," Elizabeth said. "I'm just changing his bandages, I'll be gone soon." Elizabeth looked up from her task, and noticed Jason in a wheelchair near the door, with a girl she recognized from school standing behind him. "Oh, hi. Looks like you're feeling better than you were earlier..."

"Who the hell are you?" Sam asked belligerently, "and how do you know my boyfriend?"

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm. I'm just a volunteer here, and I kind of helped him up this morning. I'm Elizabeth," she said, extending a hand.

"Whatever," Sam said. "Well it looks like Lucky's asleep, so I guess we'll have to come by and visit another time," Sam stated as she led Jason back into the hallway, towards his room