Chapter 14

Elizabeth rushed through doors off of the elevator and nearly bumped into the last person she wanted to see right now.

"Nurse Webber, I believe they require math classes in nursing school and fifteen is not the same number as twenty-five. I suggest you carry an alarm on your next break," Epiphany had such a way with words.

"Sorry I lost track of time, my mind was somewhere else."

"Since your mind is somewhere else, why don't you refocus by filing these charts here?," Epiphany knew how annoyed Elizabeth was with filing charts.

Elizabeth nodded and looked at the mess on the desk. Just then Robin came down the hall pushing a very pregnant woman in a wheelchair, "Elizabeth would you take this patient down to the lobby where a car will pick her up?"

"Sure thing," Elizabeth would do any trival task if it mean keeping her from filing charts, "Oh and Robin, I really appreciate you and Patrick watching the boys for me until I get off of work. I left their car seats at the daycare for you."

"No problem, Emma gets a kick out of the boys, and I think Patrick appreciates not being outnumbered by girls in the house," Robin smiled at Elizabeth and walked away to end her shift.

Elizabeth turned her attention to the mother-to-be in the wheelchair, "Are we ready to go Mrs…?" Elizabeth felt bad that she didn't know the woman's name.

"You can call me Graciella." The woman spoke in a heavy Italian accent.

"Ok, Graciella, let's get you out of here," Elizabeth pushed the woman onto the elevator and the doors shut behind them, "That is a beautiful accent you have, where are you from?"

"My home is Italy."

"Italy…" Elizabeth became nostalgic of what could have been, "I have always wanted to go there. What brings you to Port Charles?"

"My husband must come for business. He make me come with him in case baby is born. He is very, how do you say… protective. He have me come to hospital to visit doctor. My doctor in Italy make me stay in bed because pregnancy is too dangerous. I needed check up to make sure baby is okay."

Elizabeth admired the relationship, "You must have a wonderful husband. I am sure he loves you and the baby very much."

"Are you married?," Graciella was not that hard to understand through her slightly broken English.

"No, but I do have two wonderful sons: Cameron and Jake," Elizabeth smiled at the thought of her boys.

The elevator was almost to the bottom floor. Graciella continued their conversation, "We are having a girl."

The elevator doors opened and Elizabeth pushed the wheelchair into the lobby. Three men in suits approached the two women. The man in the middle leaned down to kiss Graciella, "Mi Amor," the man whispered.

Elizabeth assumed that was her husband, "Well Graciella, it was lovely talking with you. I hope you enjoy your stay in Port Charles."

The woman turned to look up at Elizabeth, "I'm sorry. I did not get your name."

"Elizabeth."

"Ah, Elizabeth, it was nice to have a good talk and very nice to have met you," Graciella smile brightly at Elizabeth.

Graciella and her husband spoke in Italian to each other and he took over control of the wheelchair from Elizabeth, and nodded at her with a smile. The couple left the hospital with a man in a suit on either side of them. Elizabeth smiled as they left and then stepped back onto the elevator. She returned to her floor to finish her shift. When her shift was over she breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to get out of there. She was so busy at work, she forgot about her conversation with Johnny. She was going to tell him. Maybe she would call him to come over after she had gotten home. It was nearly midnight and Robin had called early insisting they stayed at her and Patrick's house and Elizabeth could pick them up in the morning.

Elizabeth called him, "Hi, Johnny… would you meet me at my house in fifteen minutes?... Okay… Yeah, I want to finish talking to you too…"

Elizabeth hung up the phone and tried to mentally prepare herself for the conversation she was about to have. She was walking through the parking garage and her thoughts must have been really tied up because she didn't even hear the footsteps behind her. She felt an arm wrap around the front of her and she was about to scream when a hand covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide with freight. Just then she felt a pinch in her arm and instantly her eyes became heavy. She tried to fight it but her world went black.