My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 16: Pity the Ladies in Waiting
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Canon Note: I have had several people ask so here it is. I started this immediately (like less than a minute) after watching Kristina Cassadine's funeral. So as far as 'my' Kristina's paternity goes, she is Sonny and Alexis' child who was raised by Alexis and Ned (until Ned's death). Four people knew the secret: Alexis, Ned (deceased), Carly, and Kristina (Cassadine - deceased). As for who else will find out, that is up to the people in my head. I will let you know when they let me know.
Dr. Wexler was gone when I came out. Dr. Collins was waiting for me right outside the bathroom door. "Do you need a bag for your clothes?"
They are gone. I threw them out. They were red. I can't wear them again.
"No. Where is Michael?" I asked.
"They took him up to surgery. Would you like me to show you to the waiting room?" Dr. Collins asked.
"Yes." I said.
Dr. Collins led me toward the elevator. When the elevator doors opened he steered me inside and selected the eighth floor. There were some other doctors in the elevator who greeted Dr. Collins. For four floors they made small talk with Dr. Collins while I tried to stay in the background. After they got off we rode the rest of the way with only the elevator chimes to break the silence.
When we got off the elevator Dr. Collins led me down the hall to a small grouping of chairs. I selected the one in the back with the clearest view of the nurses' station.
What do I do now? I slowed the bleeding, called the ambulance, cleaned my hands and changed my clothes. What do I do now?
"Is there someone you need to call?" he asked.
Who would I call? The Cassadines are missing. Michael is scared of the Q's.
"No," I answered.
I crossed my legs Indian style
"Do you want something to drink?" Dr. Collins asked.
"We just had lunch," I said.
I had a burger and fries. Michael had the chili. It's the middle of June and Spencer orders chili.
I put feet back on the ground.
"How long have you known Michael?" he asked.
"Two days." I said.
"Aren't you worried that you might get killed sitting next to me?" he had said. I pulled my legs up onto the seat just as I had then and wrapped my arms around them.
Dr. Collins seemed to give up on the idea of conversation after that. We just sat there. I kept meaning to tell him that he didn't need to wait with me. That I was used to waiting on my own. Somehow the words didn't come.
We waited. People came and left the nurses' station. The elevator doors opened and closed. Another couple even joined us. I put my feet back on the floor and leaned against the armrest.
I watched them out of the corner of my eye. He was Hispanic of average height with a face set in granite. She was thin and blond with all her anguish showing on her face. I wondered whom they were waiting for. It had to be her parents. She looked so worried. I leaned against the other armrest
Two men in suits got off the elevator and came down the hall to join this disjointed group. Who are they here for? Neither of them seemed worried. They approached the couple. Maybe they were doctors.
"I'm sorry, but we need to ask you some questions," the older suit said. Maybe they were lawyers. I leaned over to watch my feet tap the floor.
"Have you been receiving any threats lately, Corinthos? Are there any new players in town we need to look for?" the older man continued.
Corinthos?!?! My head shot up. These were Michael's parents?
"I'm a business man, Garcia. I don't associate with people who shoot children," Mr. Corinthos replied.
"Yeah, your business associates are so upstanding," the younger man muttered.
Once again I pulled my legs up onto the seat and wrapped my arms around them. "His dad's a good guy and my mom is the best lawyer money can buy." I whispered. Dr. Collins attention was once again centered on me.
"Look, withholding information from the police is not going to help Michael. If you tell us who did this we can get him off the streets before anyone else gets hurt." Garcia returned.
"What makes you think my husband would know anyone who would hurt Michael." Mrs. Corinthos nearly shouted. "If you people would do your jobs maybe my son wouldn't be surgery now. Why aren't you out looking for the people who did this?"
I put my legs back down. "They're here for me," I said.
They all looked at me. "I made the 911 call. You are looking for me," I said again.
Garcia nodded his head. He turned to Dr. Collins, "Perhaps you could find us an empty room."
Mrs. Corinthos immediately spoke up, "I want to hear this.'
None of the men seemed in favor of that. Mr. Corinthos was the one who spoke up, "Carly, I think we should just wait here."
I didn't wait for anyone else to chime in. I was only going to tell this once. I picked a point on the wall opposite of me to stare at and began. "We had lunch at Kelly's, Michael and I."
I had to drag him to lunch. 'Let's get that lunch you promised me Spencer.'
I continued, "We were walking back to his car."
He is the wheels and I am the brain.
"When we got there he wanted to open the door for me." I said.
I can open my own doors boy scout.
I have to finish. "We were horsing around. I shoved him and he grabbed me and swung me around. Then we were on the ground."
'Graceful,' that's what I told him. My hand was red. Red is always bad.
"Is that when you heard the shot?" Garcia asked.
I closed my eyes. We are standing on the sidewalk by his car. Spencer picks me up with one arm. Then he trips.no then he is shot. I opened my eyes and looked at Garcia.
"No, there was no sound," I answered. "We fell because he was shot. I thought he tripped. Except there was blood."
"You didn't hear a shot?" he inquired.
"No. We just fell." I said.
"Did you see anyone? Up the street perhaps." Garcia asked.
I can hear Michael's labored breathing. The red stain is spreading, blood soaking his shirt and mine.
"There was no one. I called 911 on my cell phone. There was no one to send for help," I said.
"What about before you reached the car?" he persisted.
There we are again, walking up the street. "You are going to become the bane of my existence aren't you?" Michael says. I am going to be his teacher.
"I didn't see anyone. Not since we left Kelly's." I said.
Garcia and his partner made some more notes in their books. Finally he looked up, "OK, we just need to get some contact information now. What is your full name?"
I let my breath go. "Kristina Davis-Ashton."
Someone gasped. Mrs. Corinthos. I had almost forgotten they were here. I bet they weren't any more thrilled with the Q's than Michael was.
"Are you staying with the Quartermaines?" Garcia asked.
I guess everyone knew my family. "No, we are staying with Michael's grandmother. I don't know the address."
Garcia assured me it was OK. He gave me his business card and told me to call if I remembered anything else. Then they left. Michael's parents were staring at me. I couldn't look at them. I pulled my legs up onto the seat and laid my head down on my knees.
What do I do now?
Chapter 16: Pity the Ladies in Waiting
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Canon Note: I have had several people ask so here it is. I started this immediately (like less than a minute) after watching Kristina Cassadine's funeral. So as far as 'my' Kristina's paternity goes, she is Sonny and Alexis' child who was raised by Alexis and Ned (until Ned's death). Four people knew the secret: Alexis, Ned (deceased), Carly, and Kristina (Cassadine - deceased). As for who else will find out, that is up to the people in my head. I will let you know when they let me know.
Dr. Wexler was gone when I came out. Dr. Collins was waiting for me right outside the bathroom door. "Do you need a bag for your clothes?"
They are gone. I threw them out. They were red. I can't wear them again.
"No. Where is Michael?" I asked.
"They took him up to surgery. Would you like me to show you to the waiting room?" Dr. Collins asked.
"Yes." I said.
Dr. Collins led me toward the elevator. When the elevator doors opened he steered me inside and selected the eighth floor. There were some other doctors in the elevator who greeted Dr. Collins. For four floors they made small talk with Dr. Collins while I tried to stay in the background. After they got off we rode the rest of the way with only the elevator chimes to break the silence.
When we got off the elevator Dr. Collins led me down the hall to a small grouping of chairs. I selected the one in the back with the clearest view of the nurses' station.
What do I do now? I slowed the bleeding, called the ambulance, cleaned my hands and changed my clothes. What do I do now?
"Is there someone you need to call?" he asked.
Who would I call? The Cassadines are missing. Michael is scared of the Q's.
"No," I answered.
I crossed my legs Indian style
"Do you want something to drink?" Dr. Collins asked.
"We just had lunch," I said.
I had a burger and fries. Michael had the chili. It's the middle of June and Spencer orders chili.
I put feet back on the ground.
"How long have you known Michael?" he asked.
"Two days." I said.
"Aren't you worried that you might get killed sitting next to me?" he had said. I pulled my legs up onto the seat just as I had then and wrapped my arms around them.
Dr. Collins seemed to give up on the idea of conversation after that. We just sat there. I kept meaning to tell him that he didn't need to wait with me. That I was used to waiting on my own. Somehow the words didn't come.
We waited. People came and left the nurses' station. The elevator doors opened and closed. Another couple even joined us. I put my feet back on the floor and leaned against the armrest.
I watched them out of the corner of my eye. He was Hispanic of average height with a face set in granite. She was thin and blond with all her anguish showing on her face. I wondered whom they were waiting for. It had to be her parents. She looked so worried. I leaned against the other armrest
Two men in suits got off the elevator and came down the hall to join this disjointed group. Who are they here for? Neither of them seemed worried. They approached the couple. Maybe they were doctors.
"I'm sorry, but we need to ask you some questions," the older suit said. Maybe they were lawyers. I leaned over to watch my feet tap the floor.
"Have you been receiving any threats lately, Corinthos? Are there any new players in town we need to look for?" the older man continued.
Corinthos?!?! My head shot up. These were Michael's parents?
"I'm a business man, Garcia. I don't associate with people who shoot children," Mr. Corinthos replied.
"Yeah, your business associates are so upstanding," the younger man muttered.
Once again I pulled my legs up onto the seat and wrapped my arms around them. "His dad's a good guy and my mom is the best lawyer money can buy." I whispered. Dr. Collins attention was once again centered on me.
"Look, withholding information from the police is not going to help Michael. If you tell us who did this we can get him off the streets before anyone else gets hurt." Garcia returned.
"What makes you think my husband would know anyone who would hurt Michael." Mrs. Corinthos nearly shouted. "If you people would do your jobs maybe my son wouldn't be surgery now. Why aren't you out looking for the people who did this?"
I put my legs back down. "They're here for me," I said.
They all looked at me. "I made the 911 call. You are looking for me," I said again.
Garcia nodded his head. He turned to Dr. Collins, "Perhaps you could find us an empty room."
Mrs. Corinthos immediately spoke up, "I want to hear this.'
None of the men seemed in favor of that. Mr. Corinthos was the one who spoke up, "Carly, I think we should just wait here."
I didn't wait for anyone else to chime in. I was only going to tell this once. I picked a point on the wall opposite of me to stare at and began. "We had lunch at Kelly's, Michael and I."
I had to drag him to lunch. 'Let's get that lunch you promised me Spencer.'
I continued, "We were walking back to his car."
He is the wheels and I am the brain.
"When we got there he wanted to open the door for me." I said.
I can open my own doors boy scout.
I have to finish. "We were horsing around. I shoved him and he grabbed me and swung me around. Then we were on the ground."
'Graceful,' that's what I told him. My hand was red. Red is always bad.
"Is that when you heard the shot?" Garcia asked.
I closed my eyes. We are standing on the sidewalk by his car. Spencer picks me up with one arm. Then he trips.no then he is shot. I opened my eyes and looked at Garcia.
"No, there was no sound," I answered. "We fell because he was shot. I thought he tripped. Except there was blood."
"You didn't hear a shot?" he inquired.
"No. We just fell." I said.
"Did you see anyone? Up the street perhaps." Garcia asked.
I can hear Michael's labored breathing. The red stain is spreading, blood soaking his shirt and mine.
"There was no one. I called 911 on my cell phone. There was no one to send for help," I said.
"What about before you reached the car?" he persisted.
There we are again, walking up the street. "You are going to become the bane of my existence aren't you?" Michael says. I am going to be his teacher.
"I didn't see anyone. Not since we left Kelly's." I said.
Garcia and his partner made some more notes in their books. Finally he looked up, "OK, we just need to get some contact information now. What is your full name?"
I let my breath go. "Kristina Davis-Ashton."
Someone gasped. Mrs. Corinthos. I had almost forgotten they were here. I bet they weren't any more thrilled with the Q's than Michael was.
"Are you staying with the Quartermaines?" Garcia asked.
I guess everyone knew my family. "No, we are staying with Michael's grandmother. I don't know the address."
Garcia assured me it was OK. He gave me his business card and told me to call if I remembered anything else. Then they left. Michael's parents were staring at me. I couldn't look at them. I pulled my legs up onto the seat and laid my head down on my knees.
What do I do now?