Monica stared at the chart before slamming it on her desk in the on call office of the hospital. She could not concentrate on patient when he had three grandchildren being raised by morally contemptuous women. She hated to agree with Edward but the children would be better off raised by people who can afford to care for them. Her family was not perfect but they would love those children.
"I just assisted in a surgery that Robin should have been a part of but she is not here. Have you seen her?" Alan said coming into the room in his scrubs.
"No, Alan, I have not seen Robin. I am far more concerned about my grandsons." Monica snapped.
"You can't keep this up." Alan told her. "Jason has made it clear that we are not invited into Sammy's life. Am I happy? No, but I cannot deal with Jason and his string of women right now. I have three patients and we are short a surgeon and my wife is focused on causing more problems that we cannot handle today. Monica, I need you in a cardiology consult ten minutes ago. Hate me later. Kick me out of the house tomorrow. But please be a doctor today."
"What?" Monica stood gaping at her husband's retreating back. She snatched at the chart seconds before a familiar face walked past the office. She stalked from the room behind him. "Yuri Zhirkov I believe."
Yuri folded the paper he held and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "Yes?"
"I'm Monica Quatermaine and you are the man pretending to be the father of my grandchildren."
Yuri smiled gently. "Yes, Jason's mother. Jason has asked that I do not engage with your family, but I will tell you. Sammy and Natalia are my children just as they are Jason's. We are All a family."
Monica blinked. "Natalia?"
Yuri's smile never faded. "Our unborn daughter. We are a family/"
"A family? A bar tender, a striper/drug dealer, and an illegal immigrant are a family to my grandchild? I don't think so." Monica seethed.
Yuri's eyes narrowed. "Ma'am…"
"Dr. Quatermaine."
Yuri: "Dr. Quatermaine…Gia is my wife. Her children are mine. She is a kind person with a big heart. Right now, she is baking for the homeless shelter that helped her and Alexander. Our children…"
"Her children are my son's. Gia is an opportunistic tramp who slithered her way it my son's life like Carly. Well, I for one will not allow her or anyone in your so called family to take advantage of my son." Monica snapped.
"Dr. Quatermaine…" He began.
"How much?"
"I am sorry?"
"How much will it cost me to get you and that gold digger out of my grandchildren's lives?"
"Dr. Quatermaine," Yuri's voice became hard. "Gia will not sale you our children. Ever. I understand the need to protect ones family. I feel that need. There is nothing I will not do for Alexander and Gia."
Monica took a step forward. "Are you threatening me?"
"Monica, don't."
Monica closed her eyes and turned to her adopted son. "Jason…"
Jason's steely blue eye focused on the petite blonde. "Don't try to bribe Yuri. Don't threaten him."
"He is raising your children." She insisted.
"It's none of your business."
Monica crossed her arms across her chest. "I disagree. They are my grandchildren and I cannot sit back and watch another woman wreck your life."
"Carly did not wreck my life." Jason clenched his fist. "She saved me when she gave me Michael."
"I do not understand why you cannot see her for the manipulator she is. She gave you Michael and took him back. She destroyed A.J.'s life."
"A.J. destroyed his own life." Jason's crystal blue eyes grew colder. "He drove his car into a tree because he was drunk. He was drunk when he slept with Carly. A.J. was drunk when he threatened Carly. He was drunk when he paid that arsonist to burn down our warehouse. A.J. kidnapped Michael and shot Alan. A.J. was a problem long before Carly came into the picture. You and the Quatermaine's act like A.J. was a saint before he met Carly. He wasn't. Stay away from my family. Stay away from Yuri.""
Monica nodded. "If that is what you really want. I have a consult."
Jason took Yuri by the arm and steered him to a empty waiting area just outside of the emergency room. "I'm sorry."
"Your mother believes she takes care of her family." The men stood silently for a moment. "My numbers have risen. Not by much but they are rising."
Jason frowned. "What is the plan?"
"I have a medication to pick up at the pharmacy then I need to speak to our family tonight." Yuri sighed almost in defeat. "I do not want to lose my family when I have just found them. I will fight for as long as I can."
"I'm…"Jason began.
"Move, move, move!" A shout came from behind them. For people in blue scrubs pushed a gurney down the hall. A tiny brunette sat on top of the body stretched below her. Sweat trickled her brow as she pressed down counting out loud. "We have head trauma."
Mac raced from the elevator. Seeing the blood stained face he cried out. He grasped the hand forcing the team to stop or risk losing their patient. "Robin, oh, my God. No, please, no. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Oh, God. No. Take a breath, please."
"Sir," The doctor shouted as she continued chest compressions. "She will die if we don't get her to surgery."
"Mac," Anna gripped his arm. "Mac let them help her."
"Make way."Another group followed.
"Maxie? This can't be happening." He cried. "Maxie - Maxie, Daddy's here, baby. Maxie, Daddy's here. Hang on. Daddy's here."
"Jason," Patrick hurried behind the group holding Carly's hand. "Can you keep Carly here with you. I need to report in."
"Report in?"Mac swung around shoving Patrick. "You aren't going anywhere near my girls."
"Mac!"Anna cried stepping between the two men.
"No!" Patrick cried when he fell into Carly they both fell onto the floor. There was a loud thud when her head hit the floor.
"Ouch," She groaned.
"Don't move." Patrick was on his feet in an instant. "Ryan1 I need a gurney and a collar. Don't argue. You could have a concussion or worse."
"Mac," Jason's cold stare became icy. "You should leave."
"Mac, the girls need us. Let's go." Anna took his arm and led him away.
