Everyday since waking up in General Hospital seemed almost like torture. Luis felt like he was a sitting target for Jason Morgan. Each moment could be his last and it stressed him out not knowing what was coming next. What caused even more stress was that he never saw anyone that actually worked for Sonny and the organization. He wanted to think that maybe due to the lack of his people, that Jason might have given up. But due to the lack of uncertainty of it all, his blood pressure was through the roof causing many concerns.

"If we can't get this under control, then we can't let you leave," Patrick said to Luis a week after waking up.

Luis wasn't sure if the diagnoses was a blessing or a curse. Jason wasn't known to be the most patient human being. When he wanted someone gone, he made it happen. The question at hand was how long would the enforcer wait to come after him.

"I need to make a call," Luis blurted out almost in a panic.

The doctor scoffed, "You have a phone right there...make all the calls you want."

Luis' gaze fell upon the telephone placed upon the bedside table as he chewed on his bottom lip. He turned towards the door making sure he was alone, before picking up the receiver. He dialed a number he took to memory when it was given to him. If he wanted to live and not be taken out by Jason, he needed help.

"Hey, it's me..." he mumbled into the receiver once the person answered. "I don't care. I need your help." Luis kept his eye on the door, making sure no one entered during his conversation. "No cause any day now I could be released and I'll be an even bigger target for Jason." He slumped down into his bed listening. "You have to help, cause if you don't...I'll tell Jason you're the real reason his wife is dead," Luis threatened covering his mouth. "Doesn't matter how I know, just that I do. You don't think that Jason would rather kill you than me once he finds out?" The man waited listening to the person on the other end. "I don't care what you do...just get him off my ass. If he has something else to take his attention else where, he'll back off long enough for me to get the hell out of Port Charles." The person wasn't happy with Luis at all, but couldn't do nothing about it. "Once you figure out how to get him to back off, you will get me out of here," he instructed just as Lucky entered his room.

"Whose that?" the detective asked watching Luis slam down the phone.

Luis moved his eyes from the phone to the man. "My mom..."

Lucky chuckled, "If that was your mom...than why would you hang up on her?"

"I was...just talking to here about my brother, Mateo. She blames me for his death," he lied.

Though maybe it all wasn't really a lie. His mother did blame him for everything when it came to Mateo. He was sure that if he really did call her the call would have ended the same.

"Well, your brother died cause you decided to work for mob bosses," Lucky shrugged. "Doesn't matter...what matters is that you know the moment you get discharged, I will be here personally to escort you to a lovely cell at the PCPD."

"Why you?"

"Believe me...you want it to be me?"

"Is that so?"

"Well, I could just leave you to just any of the officers at the station, but then I'm sure you would show up there in a body bag." The detective watched the man's face turn white. "My only goal is to keep you alive long enough for you to stand trial. Cause you see...the commissioner and I have done our very best to persuade Mr. Morgan to leave you alone. But we both know he doesn't just give up."

"You're going to let him kill me?"

"No...I'm not going to let him do anything," Lucky assured him. "But you've worked for him for a while now...when hasn't Jason Morgan ever not got who he wanted."

Luis sat back into his bed, words of Lucky playing over and over in his head. Jason was an enforcer for the mob. The best ever to live. Luis knew that the man always got his man one way or another. When things didn't work out the way the man wanted, eventually he found a way for his target to pay.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Mr. Torres," Lucky smiled, winking as he left the room.

The detective slowed his pace taking one last look at the very distraught man. He saw the look of panic and desperation on his face. He wondered what was going on in his head and who actually was he on the phone with when he entered the room. He took a mental note to make sure to question him once more about the phone call.

Lucky turned quickly walking towards the elevator, when he bumped into a blonde figure. Looking up, he rolled his eyes at the sight before him.

"Carly...what are you doing here?"

"Um...I have an appointment today with Dr. Lee," she answered, trying to straighten her clothes.

The man scoffed, "Carly...why are you here?"

Lucky knew his cousin very well. She always did things on impulse and most of the time it dealt with her family or Jason.

"Lucky, I told you..."

"Carly...don't do something you're going to regret," he expressed. "Does Jason know you're here?"

"No and you can't tell him. He would be furious," Carly instructed nervously.

"He has a right to be. You shouldn't be here about to do whatever you were about to do," Lucky insisted.

"Doesn't matter now," she mumbled.

"Look, I know that man hurt a lot of people close to you, but you have trust the justice system," he informed her.

"Yeah and how often have they failed me before?" she asked planting herself on a nearby bench.

"Look, I know what you've been through, as well as Ally, but can you just trust me?" he asked placing an arm around the young woman.

Carly sighed looking up her cousin. Lucky was one of the good guys in a system of a lot of bad guys. "For the sake of my family...yes, I'll trust you."

"I promise you, he isn't going to get away with what he did," he whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm the one who is leading the case and I tell you that there is no way in hell he walks away a free man," he assured her.

Carly let out a sigh, "Can we not tell Jason I was here?"

"Yeah..." he answered patting her arm. "As long as you stay away from Luis."

Carly looked towards the man's room, then back at her cousin. "Fine."

The cousins exchanged good-byes after walking out of the hospital together. Lucky knew that Carly was justified in her actions, so he decided to keep this to himself. Carly was impulsive but he was sure their little talk would keep her calm for the time being.