Bobbie was stunned to see the sudden appearance of her daughter, at the most inopportune time imaginable, and stating clearly the connection that Bobbie and Carly had. She watched in horror as John turned around to face his own daughter, as if everything started to flow in incredibly slow motion, her entire world seemed to rip apart at the stitches. "Carly!"

Carly waited until she could see John Durant's face. When she saw the man who she did not know to be her father, she sneered, "I know who you are. You're the bastard who is going to try and make it seem like my husband and my best friend are horrible people…"

Durant smiled, "You must be Carly Corinthos. I never really look at your pictures, because you're basically nothing to me…"

"I don't care what I am to you, Durant. Just stay the hell away from my family…"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Carly," John replied. "You see, I'm in town for one reason and one reason only, to take down the people that you love. You might want to stay out of my way, unless you want to get taken down in the process…"

"If you even think about hurting the people that I love, I can guarantee that I will make your life a living hell…"

"Let me guess, you're going to use the same tactics that your husband would want to use on me…"

Carly grinned, "I'm way more dangerous than Sonny could ever hope to be, I'm a woman, Durant, I can do things, say things, present things in ways that would make your head spin. Never underestimate me…"

"Carly, please, stop it…" Bobbie begged, wanting to get John out of the room before he realized something was up. Hopefully he wouldn't, but she wasn't going to take that chance. Everything that she had worked so hard to prevent seemed to be coming up against her. And the only person that she could blame was herself.

"Why are you even talking to my mother?" Carly asked, not listening to her mother's plea, it was something that she tended to do, never listen to Bobbie.

"Ah, your mother," John looked back and forth between the two of them. There was a light resemblance. "I can see a little bit of the connection between the two of you, but, I can see something else… something I can't quite put my finger on."

"Answer the question."

"Your mother and I… we're… how should I put this? We're old friends. I was once a frequent… customer of hers. I take it you don't take after your mother in that way… although you still find some way to walk the fine lines of the law. Better than walking the streets like Bobbie did…"

Not settling with only a slap, Carly socked Durant, chipping a nail in the process and sending him back into the wall. "You know, it's people like you who made my mother the person that she used to be, made her make the decisions that she made, decisions that didn't just impact her, they impacted everyone around her, from her brother to myself. You might be a powerful person now, Durant, but you're still a man, and I can still take you down."

"You've got her right hook," John brought himself up to his feet, wiping away the blood that leaked out of the corner of his mouth. "And her fiery attitude."

"Unlike my mother, I'm quite capable of kicking your ass, in heels, no less. Do you know how much one of these would hurt in the right area? Or the wrong area for you, I suppose. Don't think I don't know where to hit… and don't think that I won't take the chance the second it comes up…"

"I'll pass on another round with you, Carly. At least for right now. Who knows, we might end up getting into another tussle, and this time, I'll be more prepared for you." John walked passed the two women, wondering just what it was that he saw in Carly, why it seemed so familiar.

"Mama?" Carly glanced over to Bobbie, who was a pale, ghostly white. "Mama, are you all right? Is everything okay? Do you need me to give you a ride home or something?"

Bobbie was silent for a moment, trying to gain her bearings again after everything that had happened to her. She could breathe easily, at least somewhat, knowing that neither father nor daughter had made the particular connection. Bobbie could see the Durant in Carly, she was always able to see it, that was how she knew that Carly was John's child and none of the other men that she… serviced. Why did everything have to come back and haunt her? Hadn't she paid for her sins enough when Carly came back into her life looking to destroy her for doing what she did? Unable to keep the tears from falling down, Bobbie felt them trickle, but continued to stay silent.

Carly was worried about her mother, who was usually one of the strongest people that she ever knew. Reaching over, Carly gently motioned her mother to sit down in one of the nearby chairs and hugged her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I hate him…"

"I know you do, mom… I hate him, too."

Bobbie looked over, her eyes stained with her tears, listening to her daughter say that she hated her father, and, deep inside of her, Bobbie felt horrible for not telling her daughter the truth, but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

Elsewhere in the hospital, Sonny paced around, still looking for answers that he wanted, needed, but continued to be refused. Who did he have to pay off in order to get some information? It wasn't like he was asking for something that was so hard to obtain.

"I want you gone…"

"I'm the only one who happens to care about Lois out of the two of us, Ned, or have you forgotten about the whole 'I didn't cause her to get into a car accident' thing?"

"Don't pull that crap on me, Sonny, you're dangerous and I don't want you anywhere near Lois. Not now, not ever."

Sonny glared at Ned, "I'm not going anywhere, Ned. Lois is my best friend, you've always known that. I'm not going to sit around at home while she could be…"

"She's not going to…"

"If she does," Sonny stepped up and got in Ned's face, "I'll know exactly who to blame…"

"How do I know that this wasn't just some ploy by one of the many people who want to see you dead? That they finally started attacking people other than your family, they started attacking your friends as well…" Ned wasn't afraid of Sonny, although he probably should have been, "face it, Sonny, you're a thug."

"Dad!" Brook finally came out of her hiding space at the chapel, Damian was a few steps behind her, watching to make sure that nothing happened between the two men who had a feud that he knew very much about.

"Princess…"

Brook ran over to her father and his open arms. She had cried herself out, but she was still very upset. "Thank God you finally came…"

"Yeah, Ned, where were you the whole time?" Sonny asked. "The mother of your daughter, well, one of them anyway, is in the hospital and you can't manage to make an appearance for almost an hour? I know you and Lois are divorced, but I would be here as quickly as I could…"

"Dad…" Damian said sternly, "this isn't helping Lois at all."

Ned looked at the boy, "What are you doing here?"

Brook pushed away from her father, "Dad, Damian came to the chapel and found me… he helped me when I needed someone who I could talk to, someone who would just let me cry…"

"Let me handle this, Brook…" Ned looked away from Brook and back to Damian, "I want you to stay the hell away from my daughter, do you hear me? Your father already puts my ex-wife in danger, and you've managed to corrupt my little brother, I'm not going to let you do the same thing to Brook."

"I'm a lot of things, Ned, but I'm not going to corrupt anyone, not Dillon and certainly not Brook. She needed someone to be there for her, I'm sure you can understand that… and, I don't know if you know this, but I lost my mother. Even though we don't know how Lois is doing, and I hope with every fiber of my being that she's going to be all right, I know what it feels like to think about what would happen if I had to go on without my mother, and, I know how it feels to be forced into doing just that."

"Ned doesn't really know what it means to be without his mom," Sonny replied, "he's always been attached to her like he was still a baby."

"You know what…"

Brook got in between the two of them, "Stop it, all right? I'm not going to let you two keep on fighting right now, not while my mother is in this hospital quite possibly fighting for her life."

"Brook's right," Damian should have known that it would go down the way that it did. His father was a passionate man who cared about people with all his heart, but nobody could say that was always a good thing. In a lot of instances, it could be considered to be a very bad thing. "Look, there isn't any real way that we can tell that screaming at each other will actually impact the health of the patient, but do you really want to take a chance at letting this be the last time you even think about Lois? You both love her, in your own ways, and even though you don't particularly care about one another I'd really like to think that you can put aside your differences long enough for…"

"Mr. Corinthos?" One of the doctors found Sonny, embroiled in a heated argument, just as she suspected. But, there weren't guns blazing, so she counted her blessings. "I'm sorry that it took so long for someone to contact you, but, everything has been taken care of…"

"How is she?" Sonny asked, everyone stopped talking, Lois was more important than their petty squabbles.

"She's got a gash on her head. Thankfully, it doesn't require any stitches, but she'll probably need to cover it up with her hair. We did all the scans that were necessary. She doesn't have a concussion, her head is just fine. The impact knocked her unconscious, but… she's up now."

"Can I see her?" Ned asked.

"Actually, she's asking for her daughter and Mr. Corinthos alone. Right now I think it would be in her best interest to give her want she wants and not surprise her with any visitors…"

Lois's Room-

Why didn't the machine give her any morphine? Didn't they realize how much pain her head was in? It felt like it could explode with the smallest amount of sound. Even when the door opened and the light shone in she had to cover her eyes to avoid further agony. But, when the door was half-closed, she saw the faint outline of two people. "Well… my two favorite people in the world."

"Lois…"

"Ma!" Brook rushed over and hugged her mother, finding the tears again, but they were tears of joy, not tears of sadness. "I thought… I thought that…"

"Please, Brookie, it would take a hell of a lot more to keep me down than a simple little car accident. How are you?"

"I was doing bad… but then Damian found me and helped me through it. Now that you're all right, everything's going to be better."

Lois held her daughter's hand and looked over at Sonny, "I knew that boy got more than just your looks, Sonny. He helped my Brookie out the same way that you used to help me whenever I would lose the boy that I thought I was going to marry… thank him for me, would you?"

"Dad's here, too…" Brook said. "He really wants to see you…"

"Actually, I just wanted to see the two of you. I'm really tired right now, honey. I should get my rest. Why don't you go tell your dad that I'm all right… I need to talk with Sonny for just one more second."

"All right." Brook kissed Lois on the forehead, "I love you, Ma."

"I love you, too, sweetie." Lois smiled until Brook was gone, and then the smile faded. "Look, I know that you know about the accident, and you probably know what caused it…"

"Ned?"

"Just… don't tell her, all right?" Lois looked at Sonny with pleading eyes. "No matter how mad I am, I never want her to hate her father."