Robin inhaled sharply its "Patrick" she answered smothering the aggravation bubbling up inside her with what looked more like a grimace than a smile.
"I see" Monica nodded in amusement thinking back to when she and Alan would squabble. "After all the two of you been through I know everything will work out for the best."
Robin bit her lip there was already so much going on she didn't want to add to the pile by making it public knowledge that Patrick had filed for divorce two days ago. Thankfully, the subject of her soon to be ex husband was passed over in favor of Jason. "What should I be expecting Jason's condition to be when he gets out of surgery honestly?" Monica asked.
Robin sighed, "only time will tell."
Monica scoffed almost laughing in spite of herself Robin stared at her furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Monica huffed choking back the beginnings of a giggle. "It's just I'm beginning to wonder gunshots are hereditary."
Robin's eyes went wide "Jason is going to fine" Robin corrected in a harsh whispered.
"I hope so but even if he lives he took three gunshots to the back. Tell me Dr. Scorpio in your expert opinion what is the best long-term scenario for my son provided he manages to wiggle his way out the grim reaper's clutches."
Robin was thrown for a loop by this side of Monica as if she resented the very idea of hope. Her mouth went dry, "it is quite possible he will be paralyzed…"
Of course, Monica already knew this but Rabin expected some sort of reaction any heartache she might have felt at any other point in her life was unable to seep through the armor that dressed her.
Dante Falconeri had grown tired of red tape and paperwork so he decided to confront Ava once and for all by himself without any backup. He stood at her door knocked and waited for entrance into the lion's den. He half expected Ava to be pointing a gun in his face but instead, she opened the door armed with nothing but a white business suit and Cheshire grin. "What brings you here detective?" Ava purred.
"Cut the crap" Dante snapped, "tell me why you shot Connie."
"Careful detective" Ava warned. "I don't think my lawyers would like your tone let's be civil shall we?"
"Civil?" Dante huffed almost laughing. "Is that what people like you and my father call it when you threaten someone who doesn't do what you want? Tell me something Ava what you do to people who refuse to be civil? Never mind Dante shrugged after a moment. "I know what you to those people you leave them for dead bleeding out on the floor. Or you hang them up on a hook until they capitulate." Dante elbowed his way through her door hand gripping the gun in his holster as if he were lost at sea and it was a piece of driftwood.
Then it was Ava's turn to speak with just a twinge of nervousness in her eyes. "Now detective," she breathed backing up slowly putting both her hands up. "What are you planning to do with that gun?" Before Dante could respond they heard a TV reporter announced a popular establishment in port Charles had just been blown up…
"The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up." - D. H. Lawrence