Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 29
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
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*~*~*~*~*~* The water was no longer pink.
Jason stood under the unyielding spray of the shower, the piping hot jets of water hitting every exhausted muscle. He didn't feel the heat; there was so many things he couldn't feel, especially at that moment.
The water was no longer pink because he was clean - physically at least. He had stumbled into the loft and headed straight for the bathroom. He had stripped naked but had been unable to look at himself in the mirror, afraid of what he would see. A pair of icy blue eyes in the beautiful face of a man who was in fact a monster.
A face that had been spattered with the blood of two men; men who he unmercifully tortured after the beast in him had been released. He had been wholly and completely without a conscience in those hours - yes hours, he had made it stretch out as long as possible. He had made the men rue the day they were born and even more so the day they lifted a hand in vain to Elizabeth Corinthos. By the time he was finished and it was time for "housekeeping" to come clean up, the mangled messes he had left behind were unrecognizable.
Now, back in his apartment, in the heat of his bathroom, Jason Morgan rested his tired forehead against the still cool tile of the shower, and the spray still beat unmercifully onto his muscled body. the water was no longer pink and his hands were clean, and he was free to do something he felt he could never do . cry.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When Elizabeth had suddenly snapped her cobalt-blue eyes open after Ric had wished to God and back that she would do the very thing, she had given her uncle quite a fright. Of course it hadn't taken him very long to get on his cell phone with her parents who had arrived like a whirlwind in less than ten minutes, probably breaking all of PC's many traffic laws in order to make it back to the hospital that, under normal driving conditions, was at least half an hour away.
That had been a taxing moment for Elizabeth. After her mother had clung to her like chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe, and Monica had checked her vitals to make sure everything was progressing as it should, she had been very relieved to find out that they had gotten Kristina back. It hadn't taken her very long to deduce the probable circumstances under which this had occurred and there was no mistaking the icy, disgusted look she had thrown her father at that.
The pain stricken look he had returned to her had squeezed her heart and she felt a little guilty, but she was still angry with him, and she didn't think that would be changing any time soon. She had broken the icy contact and turned to her mother, effectively cutting him out.
"I'll be outside," he gruffly announced, the hurt evident in his husky tone.
Alexis had shot him a sympathetic look before glancing down in disapproval at Elizabeth, but she didn't care. She just wanted him gone.
"Liz-" Alexis had begun in admonishment.
She had vehemently shaken her head, unable to speak because a tube was still attached to her throat. Her look said it all - she wanted him gone!
Alexis's disapproval had carved two grooves along the sides of her mouth, but she had said nothing, instead she sat next to her daughter and held her hand in the ensuing silence, her heart bleeding for the man standing like an outcaste on the other side of the window.
That was hours ago, it was dark in PC now, and glancing at the clock perched on her bedside table, it was just after 10 in the night. She had had a steady stream of visitors, most of them a little peeved that they hadn't been informed (Stefan, Nikolas, Audrey) but relieved that she would be alright. Monica had finally convinced Sonny and Alexis to go home around nine and Francis had been posted outside her door for the night.
Monica had suggested she get some sleep, but she had been asleep for over ten hours, she didn't need any more goddamn sleep, she had wanted to scream. Of course, the respirator, rendered her speechless.
It was still fairly early, but in the private wing, the lights were already being dimmed, and the pages were being kept at a minimum. Visiting hours were over and the wing was settling down for the night. It was dauntingly quiet, and Elizabeth couldn't help but feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rise in apprehension. Would she ever be able to sleep soundly again?
Evidently not, because each time she closed her eyes to block out the harsh sterility of the hospital room, she kept hearing Scaduto's voice in her head: "You wanna fight, little girl?" or the fear that had threatened to overwhelm her when the man Tony had lifted Kristina from her crib.
Elizabeth's turbulent cobalt blue eyes snapped open and she was surprised to see she had a most unlikely visitor: Jason Morgan.
*~*~*~*~*~*
He didn't know how but, as if magnetically pulled, he felt himself drawn to Port Charles General Hospital. The private wing was dark, and there was no nurse at the nurse's station, and when Francis saw him striding down the hall dressed all in black, he had hastily gotten up from his chair by the hospital door, and made himself scarce, muttering something about needing a cup of coffee as he passed the other man.
Jason didn't know how long he stood there in the doorway looking at her. For all he knew, those minutes could have been hours, but he stood there as she fitfully tossed in her sleep, still connected to countless tubes and machines. He wanted to step fully into the room. hold her hand and try to. comfort her. He didn't know how, but he knew he would try.
Suddenly, her eyes had snapped open, and her gaze pinned him where he stood. After the initial surprise there had been so many questions swirling in the dark blue depths. She couldn't speak, but he knew the question that was weighing on her mind most was: **What are you doing here**
He couldn't give her an answer because he didn't have one.
Holding her gaze, Jason pushed away from the door and farther into the room, shutting the door behind him with a click that resounded in the quiet. Elizabeth's eyes widened as he walked right up to her bed and sat down.
Neither said anything but, suddenly, both wished there wasn't a tube stuck down her throat..
TBC.
A/N: That's it for now. Please don't hate me;^) Read and review; tell me what you thought. Ciao!
A/N: I can feel the review river running dry. where are you guys? Drop me a line just to lemme know you're still here with me please. For those still here, enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~* The water was no longer pink.
Jason stood under the unyielding spray of the shower, the piping hot jets of water hitting every exhausted muscle. He didn't feel the heat; there was so many things he couldn't feel, especially at that moment.
The water was no longer pink because he was clean - physically at least. He had stumbled into the loft and headed straight for the bathroom. He had stripped naked but had been unable to look at himself in the mirror, afraid of what he would see. A pair of icy blue eyes in the beautiful face of a man who was in fact a monster.
A face that had been spattered with the blood of two men; men who he unmercifully tortured after the beast in him had been released. He had been wholly and completely without a conscience in those hours - yes hours, he had made it stretch out as long as possible. He had made the men rue the day they were born and even more so the day they lifted a hand in vain to Elizabeth Corinthos. By the time he was finished and it was time for "housekeeping" to come clean up, the mangled messes he had left behind were unrecognizable.
Now, back in his apartment, in the heat of his bathroom, Jason Morgan rested his tired forehead against the still cool tile of the shower, and the spray still beat unmercifully onto his muscled body. the water was no longer pink and his hands were clean, and he was free to do something he felt he could never do . cry.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When Elizabeth had suddenly snapped her cobalt-blue eyes open after Ric had wished to God and back that she would do the very thing, she had given her uncle quite a fright. Of course it hadn't taken him very long to get on his cell phone with her parents who had arrived like a whirlwind in less than ten minutes, probably breaking all of PC's many traffic laws in order to make it back to the hospital that, under normal driving conditions, was at least half an hour away.
That had been a taxing moment for Elizabeth. After her mother had clung to her like chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe, and Monica had checked her vitals to make sure everything was progressing as it should, she had been very relieved to find out that they had gotten Kristina back. It hadn't taken her very long to deduce the probable circumstances under which this had occurred and there was no mistaking the icy, disgusted look she had thrown her father at that.
The pain stricken look he had returned to her had squeezed her heart and she felt a little guilty, but she was still angry with him, and she didn't think that would be changing any time soon. She had broken the icy contact and turned to her mother, effectively cutting him out.
"I'll be outside," he gruffly announced, the hurt evident in his husky tone.
Alexis had shot him a sympathetic look before glancing down in disapproval at Elizabeth, but she didn't care. She just wanted him gone.
"Liz-" Alexis had begun in admonishment.
She had vehemently shaken her head, unable to speak because a tube was still attached to her throat. Her look said it all - she wanted him gone!
Alexis's disapproval had carved two grooves along the sides of her mouth, but she had said nothing, instead she sat next to her daughter and held her hand in the ensuing silence, her heart bleeding for the man standing like an outcaste on the other side of the window.
That was hours ago, it was dark in PC now, and glancing at the clock perched on her bedside table, it was just after 10 in the night. She had had a steady stream of visitors, most of them a little peeved that they hadn't been informed (Stefan, Nikolas, Audrey) but relieved that she would be alright. Monica had finally convinced Sonny and Alexis to go home around nine and Francis had been posted outside her door for the night.
Monica had suggested she get some sleep, but she had been asleep for over ten hours, she didn't need any more goddamn sleep, she had wanted to scream. Of course, the respirator, rendered her speechless.
It was still fairly early, but in the private wing, the lights were already being dimmed, and the pages were being kept at a minimum. Visiting hours were over and the wing was settling down for the night. It was dauntingly quiet, and Elizabeth couldn't help but feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rise in apprehension. Would she ever be able to sleep soundly again?
Evidently not, because each time she closed her eyes to block out the harsh sterility of the hospital room, she kept hearing Scaduto's voice in her head: "You wanna fight, little girl?" or the fear that had threatened to overwhelm her when the man Tony had lifted Kristina from her crib.
Elizabeth's turbulent cobalt blue eyes snapped open and she was surprised to see she had a most unlikely visitor: Jason Morgan.
*~*~*~*~*~*
He didn't know how but, as if magnetically pulled, he felt himself drawn to Port Charles General Hospital. The private wing was dark, and there was no nurse at the nurse's station, and when Francis saw him striding down the hall dressed all in black, he had hastily gotten up from his chair by the hospital door, and made himself scarce, muttering something about needing a cup of coffee as he passed the other man.
Jason didn't know how long he stood there in the doorway looking at her. For all he knew, those minutes could have been hours, but he stood there as she fitfully tossed in her sleep, still connected to countless tubes and machines. He wanted to step fully into the room. hold her hand and try to. comfort her. He didn't know how, but he knew he would try.
Suddenly, her eyes had snapped open, and her gaze pinned him where he stood. After the initial surprise there had been so many questions swirling in the dark blue depths. She couldn't speak, but he knew the question that was weighing on her mind most was: **What are you doing here**
He couldn't give her an answer because he didn't have one.
Holding her gaze, Jason pushed away from the door and farther into the room, shutting the door behind him with a click that resounded in the quiet. Elizabeth's eyes widened as he walked right up to her bed and sat down.
Neither said anything but, suddenly, both wished there wasn't a tube stuck down her throat..
TBC.
A/N: That's it for now. Please don't hate me;^) Read and review; tell me what you thought. Ciao!