Chapter Thirty-Eight

For hours she has been sitting at Steven's bedside, but he has yet to move an inch or show any signs of waking. A part of her wondered if she was really doing any good by sitting there. What difference didn't it really make if she sat beside him or not? If he was going to wake up, wouldn't he wake up regardless of her being there or not?

Even though it seemed completely pointless for her to sit there, doing absolutely nothing but staring at him, she just couldn't bring herself to get up from that chair and walk out the door. Whatever was keeping her in that chair, Elizabeth decided not to question it. She had enough clutter in her mind to even try to figure out why she was still sitting there.

"Hey." Jason's soft voice speaks from behind her, placing a soft kiss atop her head. "Any changes?"

"No. Still the same." she sighs, leaning her head back against the chair. "What about Robin? Any changes with her?"

"No, no changes." he admits sadly, taking a deep breath. "Maybe we should go home and get some rest. I'll bring you back in the morning."

"I know I should go home, but I just..." Elizabeth looks at him intently. "I don't know why, but I feel like I should be here. That I need to be here."

"I understand that, I do." he assures, kneeling down in front of her. "But we have to think about what's best for you and the baby right now...and that's a good night's sleep in our bed."

"I know you're right." she sighs, looking over at Steven for a moment before looking at Jason again. "Okay...lets go home."

Taking hold of his hand, Elizabeth hugs his arm to her body before walking out of the room with him, all the while hoping that Steven would wake up soon. Silence greets them as they make their way to the elevator, making the place feel so much more creepier than it usually does, which was creepy enough to start with.

Watching them leave the hospital, Joe makes a call to the men that are guarding his daughter, making sure that they leave the couple be for now and check in with him at the hospital. He had a strange feeling that he shouldn't leave the hospital any time soon and his instincts haven't been wrong yet.

"Nothing much to report, sir." Enrique says to Joe as they stand in the hospital waiting area. "Its been silent all around since your father placed us in charge of her protection."

"No one suspicious hanging around?" Joe looks at him skeptically. "Nothing playing on your instincts?"

"Well, there's this one woman, but she's a lawyer and you know how I feel about them, sir."

"Name?"

"Alexis Davis." Enrique concedes. "She's been on Corinthos's payroll for quite some time."

"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Joe tries to wrack his brain to figure it out, but comes up blank.

"Everything okay, sir?" Enrique questions, arching his eyebrow. "From what Mr. Scully said, you already ended the threat on your daughter."

"Something's just not sitting right with me." Joe shakes his head, his gut instinct screaming for him to stay defensive. "Go back on your detail and call me the moment something pops up."

"Yes, sir."

Turning away from the guard, Joe makes his way to Steven's room, looking in on the young man before making his way to Robin's room. Until this itching feeling in the pit of his stomach goes away, Joe wants to make sure that the two of them are safe and sound.

"You okay?" Jason wraps his arms around her as they stand in the doorway of the guest room. "I was waiting for you in our room."

"Sorry." she sighs, leaning back against his chest. "I guess I just got caught up."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I wasn't actually trying to think about anything really." she admits, holding his arms close. "I was just trying to get the clutter to go away when a new thought popped into my head."

"What thought would that be?"

"The sculptures I made of the house we're trying to build." she says simply. "I just realized that I didn't make any plans for a nursery or a play area for the baby. I didn't plan anything for him or her."

"You can make new plans." he suggests. "We haven't finalized the plans yet, remember?"

"I know, but why?" she questions, turning to look at him. "Why didn't it register in my mind to plan for a nursery or a play area? I'm gonna be a mom. That should have gone without question...why didn't I make plans for it?"

"Hey...you've had a lot on your mind." he reminds her, framing her face in his hands. "You're thinking about it now and you'll adjust the plans to fit it, okay?"

"I guess." she sighs. "I still think I should have planned for it from the start."

"A lot of parents don't plan for the nursery until well into the second trimester." he defends, needing her to understand that its okay. "You're barely through your first trimester, Liz."

"You always know what to say, don't you?" she counters, smiling slightly. "I think I'm ready for bed now."

Shutting off the lights in the hall, Jason and Elizabeth make their way to their bedroom, both needing a good nights sleep, knowing that they'd have a better chance of finding that together. The thought about a nursery and play area linger in her mind for a moment before sleep slowly overcomes her. Tomorrow she'll start planning for both, she swears it as her last thought before the world turns dark and she slips into a peaceful slumber.

"What's going on?" Jason asks Mac when they arrive at the hospital to find an onslaught of medical personnel working on Robin.

"I don't know." Mac says seriously. "One minute she's fine and the next...this."

"Do they know what might have caused it?" Jason questions, looking in on Robin.

"From what I could gather, they found a syringe by her bed." Mac sighs, running one hand down his face. "I have a sick feeling that this has something to do with that damn prophet."

"Steven." Elizabeth whispers before running off in the direction of her brother's room, desperately needing to see for herself that he was okay.

Getting to his room, Elizabeth lets out a breathe of relief when she finds him laying in bed, no medical personnel in sight, lifting her hopes that everything was okay. Seeing her grandmother sitting by the bed, reading what looked like some kind of novel, Elizabeth relaxes further. She didn't look to be stressed in the least, which had to mean that Steven was fine.

"How's Steven?" Jason asks her when she walks back over to him.

"He's okay." she assures, looking in on Robin, who has finally stabilized. "Do you really think there's still someone out there trying to finish the prophet's work?"

"There's no way to know for sure." Jason sighs, wrapping his arms around her. "Mac's placing a round the clock guard on her room to make sure she's safe."

"Why can't this just be over?" Elizabeth asks him. "Why can't it just be done?"

"I'll find a way to put an end to this." he swears, placing a soft kiss atop her head. "Somehow, someway, I'll end this."