Carly opened her eyes briefly then slammed them shut because of the bright
light directly over her head. She could feel herself being moved even
though she was lying flat on her back.

Voices swirled around her and she couldn't pick out any distinct words.
Over the voices she could hear a loud siren. Suddenly a blurry figure
hovered over her, blocking out the light.

What was going on? What happened? The shooting. She and Sonny were shot.
Sonny, what about Sonny? She tried to form the words but no sound came out.
She felt a sharp prick. She closed her eyes and drifted back into
unconsciousness.

~*~*~
Carly woke up a second time in a bed. The lights were dim and there was no
one talking though she could hear a soft crying. She tried to push herself
up so she could see who was in the room with her but the small movement
sent waves of pain down her side.

She cried out and suddenly her mother was standing over her. Carly frowned
at the sight of Barbara's crumpled clothing and tear-streaked face. Barbara
looked at her worried before pressing a button that released more
painkillers into Carly's blood stream.

Before she could ask what Barbara was doing there and what happened to
Sonny, Carly once again slipped back into unconsciousness.

~*~*~
Carly woke up again thinking about Sonny. She knew she was in the hospital.
She'd been found and saved but what about him? Did the ambulances get to
them in time?

"Oh God, Sonny." She whispered. She threw back her covers and would have
tried to get out of bed if her father hadn't stopped her. He rose from his
seat by the bed and pressed his hand against her shoulder.

"Caroline." His said, his voice low and rough from lack of sleep. "Don't
move."

"Father, I have to find out about Sonny." She said.

"I will see about your friend." Stefan promised. She allowed him to press
her back against the bed. "Please, do not move, you'll upset the stitches.
I'll get the doctor for you."

"I don't need a doctor." Carly denied. "I'm fine. Sonny was shot."

"And so were you!" Stefan said roughly.

Carly finally looked at her father closely. She'd rarely seen him like this
before. His clothes were rumpled, he was unshaven, and his eyes were
bloodshot. She said softly, "I'm sorry."

Stefan shook his head tightly and pressed his lips together. "Stay in bed.
I'll return with the doctor."

Carly grabbed his hand, "Please don't. They'll probably just give me
something to sleep and I've done enough sleeping. How long have I been
out?"

"Two days."

"Two days!" Carly exclaimed. "What about Sonny?"

"He is fine." Stefan said in a clipped tone as he took his seat again.

Carly narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Do you need some water?" Stefan gestured towards the pitcher on the night
stand.

She shook her head. "My throat's a little dry but no thank you."

Stefan ran his hand through her hair and then lightly gripped the back of
her head. He said harshly. "Never scare me like that again."

"I'm sorry." Carly said helplessly. "I was out for two days?"

Stefan nodded. "Your mother and I sat with you the whole time."

Carly remembered seeing Barbara but she'd thought that was only a dream. "I
can't remember the last time I've ever seen you look so, so…worn out."

"When you were 8." Stefan reminded her.

Carly nodded in memory. "Yes, when I had pneumonia. I remember you stayed
with me all night when I couldn't sleep. And when I did, every time I
opened my eyes you were sitting there. The nanny kept trying to throw you
out but you wouldn't let her." She smiled.

"You nearly died one night. Your fever…" Stefan trailed off. "I was
terrified that if I let you out of my sight for even a minute I would lose
you."

Carly's eyes widened. "I didn't know that."

"Now and you do and you have to promise that something like this will never
happen again." Stefan ordered.

Understanding that he was on edge, Carly nodded slowly. "I hope you don't
think that what happened was Sonny's fault."

Stefan nodded. "When Elizabeth Webber's body was identified, I did some
checking into her."

"I can't believe I didn't know she was working for Helena. Usually I'm so
careful." Carly shook her head.

"Forget about Helena. I'll take care of her." Stefan vowed. His mother had
gone too far this time.

"I want to be there." Carly insisted. "She tried to have me gunned down and
she messed with the brakes on Luke's car, that's why Lucky and Lulu were in
that accident."

"Rest." Stefan kissed her forehead.

"I'm tired." Carly said even as she was yawning. "Ok, maybe I'm a little
tired. It's all these drugs they pumped into me."

She closed her eyes as Stefan pulled up the covers around her. She smiled.
It was like she was eight years old all over again.

She asked softly, "Will you sit with me while I sleep?"

"Of course."

~*~*~
The room was dark when Carly opened her eyes again. She murmured, groggy
from the drugs, "Daddy…"

A hand covered hers and she heard Stefan whisper, "I am here."

"I thought you'd left." She mumbled.

"Never." Stefan stroked her hair. "Go back to sleep. I will be here in the
morning."

~*~*~

Carly woke up just as Alexis was entering her room. She croaked out, "Al!"

"Here, let me give you some water." Alexis poured a cup, popped in a straw
and then held it to Carly's lips. Carly drank from it slowly then fell back
onto the bed. "Ugh! I can't believe how weak I am all of a sudden."

"You were shot." Alexis emphasized.

"Once." Carly pointed out.

"It was enough." Alexis scolded. "Don't let it happen again."

"I already heard it from Father. Where…where is he?" She asked worriedly.

"He just stepped outside to speak with the doctor. Lucky for us he's gotten
past the 'threatening not only the doctor's job but his life' stage he was
in the other day." Alexis smiled.

Carly closed her eyes in relief. "He hasn't been too much of a pain, has
he?"

"I don't know…his only daughter almost dying…"

"It was just one shot." Carly said, trying to downplay the whole thing.

"That doesn't matter!"

"I'm not having this argument." Carly said stubbornly. "If all you're going
to do is yell then you can just turn right around and go home!"

Alexis sighed. What was the use in getting in an argument with Carly when
she was in this condition? She pulled up a seat next to the bed and
gingerly settled into it.

"I see Stefan had Mrs. Landsbury work her magic. All this wasn't here the
last time I was in to see you."

She gestured to the vases full of Carly's favorite flowers that filled the
room. The private room had been redecorated to reflect Carly's taste. Her
favorite colors, flowers, paintings, all things to aid in Carly's recovery.
The room even smelled like Carly's favorite scent.

"He spoils me." She shrugged. "You were here before?"

"We were all here." Alexis said. "Stefan didn't tell you?"

"He said he and mother sat with me the first two nights and I remember him
being here last night…"

"Kevin and I sat with you during the day so that Stefan and Barbara could
get some sleep." Alexis told her. "We had to practically forcefully remove
them from the room."

"Kevin?" Carly repeated.

"Yes, Kevin, so that means you *have* to be nice to him." Alexis smiled.

Carly shook her head. "Great, just what I need on top of all this."

"So…would you like to tell me what happened three days ago?" Alexis fixed
her with a look. "Stefan didn't explain anything."

"Oh, you mean besides getting shot at by my secretary?" Carly growled. "My
secretary who was working for Helena all the time? And she was such a great
secretary. But I don't want to talk about her; I need to know about Sonny.
Stefan wouldn't answer any of my questions. He just said Sonny was fine and
that was it. But I remember seeing Sonny being shot several times. If I
close my eyes I can still see the blood."

"We're all wondering what you were doing with Sonny Corinthos." Alexis said
curiously.

"It was a date." Carly shrugged.

Alexis frowned. "What about Jasper Jacks?"

"Don't believe everything you read in the newspapers. Jax is just a
friend." Carly said. "This whole thing with Sonny and I is very complicated
and I'm not getting into it right now. Just tell me if Sonny is alive!"

"From what I've heard…yes, he's alive and fine. Now. He's in a private room
somewhere on this floor I think."

"Now?" Carly latched onto the word.

"I don't know the particulars, you'd have to ask Barbara. She might know."

The door opened and Barbara slipped in. She smiled to see her daughter
finally awake.

"Speak of the devil." Carly murmured.

Barbara froze, wondering what brought on this attack. "Excuse me?"

"Do you know anything about Sonny Corinthos's condition?" Carly asked
eagerly.

She thought about it then nodded. "Yes, he's stable now and resting. He was
transferred from ICU to a private room this morning."

"Is it possible for me to see him?" Carly asked hopefully.

The hope and need in Carly's voice surprised Barbara. Until the shooting no
one had any idea that Carly and Sonny even knew each other. Barbara shook
her head. "I'm sorry but it's family only for right now."

Carly shook her head. "I have to see him then. He doesn't have any family."

Barbara glanced at Alexis before saying, "Um, his wife is here. She's been
here since the morning after the shooting. She came with his father and
their kids…"

"Oh?" Alexis said softly. She glanced at Carly trying to gauge her niece's
reaction.

Carly shrugged. "I forgot about Lois."

Barbara raised both her eyebrows but didn't say anything about it. "Alexis,
could I have a moment alone with my daughter? Maybe you could go help Dr.
Cain. Stefan is insisting on having Carly discharged into his care today
and he won't listen to me or Dr. Cain when we say that she needs to stay in
the hospital."

Alexis looked at Carly out of the corner of her eye. She said hesitantly.
"Sure, I'll try." Alexis smiled at Carly. "I'll be back to see you later.
With Kevin."

"Now how is that supposed to make me feel better?" Carly joked.

Barbara took Alexis's vacated seat as Alexis closed the door behind her.
She stared at Carly who stared back defiantly. Carly folded her arms. "I
guess you figure you have a captive audience."

Barbara nodded. "You can't run away this time at least."

"Thank you for sitting with me." Carly grudgingly said.

"There's no need to thank me for that. I'm your mother."

"Right." Carly rolled her eyes.

"And that's what I've been wanting to talk to you about." Barbara said. "I
want this animosity between us to end or at least get taken down a notch."

"It's not going to happen." Carly said stubbornly.

"You blame me for everything that happened between me and your father and
you know that's not true. Stefan and I—"

Carly held up her hand, "Wait, didn't we have this conversation the first
time you and Father got divorced? And the second time? Give it up, it's
old."

"And so is your attitude." Barbara snapped. She took a breath and mentally
told herself to calm down. "Look, I realized too late that you and I don't
have the best of relationships. We're fine when Stefan and I aren't
together but when he and I reconcile you immediately view me as a threat."

"Because you are." Carly muttered. "I can't stand the fact that he loves
you but god help me, it's true. I've seen how devastated he becomes after
you two divorce. I'd rather protect him from all that."

"You can't protect people from loving." Barbara said softly.

Carly scoffed and looked away. Barbara continued. "We aren't going to fight
about your father. From now on, I want him to a non-issue for us. I want to
focus on us becoming closer."

"It takes me almost dying for you to want to be my mother again." Carly
said bitterly.

"Wrong. I've been trying to be your mother for the longest time but you
keep rejecting me. Nearly losing you almost devastated me. But I need you
to stop shutting me out, Carly."

"Why? Why should I even bother?" Carly asked honestly. "So you can what?
Play at being Mom before deciding that it's not your cup of tea? I'm sick
of you leaving me when you don't want to play anymore. I'm not going to let
you do that to me again."

"Carly—"

"No, you wanted to know this so listen up. You obviously can't handle being
a mother for any time longer than it suits your needs. I remember all those
trips you took before the first divorce. Trips to see 'Uncle Luke.' Yeah
right. I knew what they were. I heard the servants talking. They were your
escape trips. You didn't go to Port Charles, you just ran from father and
me."

Barbara tried again. "Carly, I didn't—"

"I'm not done!" Carly was obviously getting worked up. "I still don't know
why you even bothered coming back to us that second time. What, did you get
dumped or were you just bored and figured, 'hey I might as well go toy with
that family I left in Greece? They're always willing to take me back no
matter what?' And forgive me but I really don't get what agenda you're
working this time. All this crap you spewing about wanting to be my mother
again? Newsflash, *Mother*, I'm not seven years old anymore. I'm grown up
and I don't need a mother anymore. Especially one I can't depend on to even
stick around for longer than five minutes. You're not getting the
opportunity to leave me again. I'm not going to let you!"

Carly's outburst stunned Barbara. Barbara stared at her for a moment before
she was able to say anything. "First, please calm down. It's not good for
you. Second, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had no idea I did this to you."

"Mother, if you want me to feel sympathy for you, now is not the time."
Carly muttered. She was a little shocked by her own outburst herself. She
hadn't meant to reveal all that to her mother.

Barbara closed her eyes and said softly. "Don't call me that."

"What?" Carly frowned.

"Mother." Barbara gestured with her hand. "Every time you say it, you say
like it's a joke."

"Well, that's because it—" Carly caught herself.

"Call me Bobbie instead." Barbara suggested.

"What?" Carly repeated again with a frown.

"Bobbie. Luke used to call me it. I'd rather you call me that than 'mother'
since you hate the term so much." Barbara said.

Carly mulled it over. Just the idea of ticking Luke off by calling her
mother by his pet childhood name for her alone was worth it. She shrugged.
"Fine. Bobbie."

Barbara held back a small smile. She stood up. "I should let you sleep."

"I've done enough sleeping."

"You need more rest and the more you rest, the faster you heal, the faster
you can be discharged from the hospital. That means Stefan will stop
terrorizing the doctors. Alan Quartermaine is about ready to throw him out
a window." Barbara said with a grin. "A few of the nurses are thinking
about helping."

~*~*~
Sonny opened his eyes and saw Lois glaring down at him. He closed his eyes
and hoped she hadn't noticed.

"Don't try it. I know you're awake." She snapped.

He reluctantly opened his eyes. He tried to push himself into a sitting
position but couldn't. He moaned and fell back on his pillow. He murmured.
"You shouldn't be here, Lois."

"You told me that last night."

"And I'm telling you again."

"And I'm telling *you* again that I don't care. Forget the divorce, you're
still my husband, father of my children, and my oldest friend. I wasn't
about to let you almost die in this god forsaken city alone." Lois told
him.

"Mike shouldn't have brought you." Sonny groaned. "I don't know why Benny
called you."

"Because he knew you needed someone with you who actually cares about you.
Do you want any water?" She started to get him a glass.

Sonny shook his head. "No. Where are the kids?"

"With Mike at the hotel. He's going to bring them by soon."

"No. I don't want them to see me like this. You should have left them with
Gloria."

"Listen to you, Mr. Should Have. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten shot!"
Lois leaned down and poked in his shoulder. "You don't die on me, remember?
We had a deal. You *don't* die on my watch. We're still married so I'm
holding you to that promise, you hear me?"

"Lois, Lois, Lois." Sonny grabbed her hand before she could anymore damage.
He kissed the palm of her hand. "I hear you, the whole floor heard you. All
right? Everything's okay."

"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot." Lois muttered even as she softened.

Sonny stroked the back of Lois's hand. "I'm really sorry about all of
this."

"You should be." Lois murmured. "I don't appreciate getting phone calls in
the middle of the night that start with, 'Your husband's been shot.'"

Sonny winced. He would have to do something about Benny's bedside manner.
There was a soft knock on the door, interrupting them. Mike pushed his head
in, "Hey there. I've got some people that want to see you."

"Come on in." Lois told him.

Mike came in carrying Michael. Brooke Lynn followed behind slowly carrying
a rolled up newspaper. She leaned against the wall and stared at her
father.

"Hey there, buddy." Mike leaned Michael down so that Sonny could kiss his
forehead. He nodded at Mike. "Hey."

Mike shook his head. "Son, this isn't supposed to happen, you know that."

Sonny shrugged with a wide smile. "It's been years since I was shot last, I
guess I was due."

Lois got up from her seat and scowled. "The last time you was shot was the
first time you got your hands on a gun and accidentally shot yourself in
the foot. You were foolish then and you're still foolish."

Sonny grumbled, "Thanks sweetheart. I can always trust you to tell me the
truth." Sonny finally noticed that Brooke hadn't joined them. He called
out, "You gonna hold up the wall all day or are you going to come over here
and talk to me?"

Lois frowned. "Why are you standing over there anyway?"

"I guess I'm the only one who picked up a newspaper the other day." Brooke
glared at Sonny. She marched over and slammed the newspaper down. "Here."

Sonny picked up the rolled the paper and unfolded it to see what she was
talking about. On the front page on the PC Herald were pictures of him and
Carly and an article about the shooting. Lois glanced at it and silently
raised an eyebrow.

He murmured. "Front page."

Brooke folded her arms and glared down at him. She sneered. "That's the
only thing you have to say?"

"Excuse me? Do something about your tone." Lois immediately said.

"Why should I? He's cheating on you, Mom! It's right there in that
newspaper." Brooke pointed. "How can he do this to you? To our family?"

"Brooke Lynn Corinthos—" Lois began but Sonny held up his hand. He said,
"Wait. I'll take care of this."

Lois glanced at him. He gave her a look that told her to trust him. She
closed her eyes. What a way for Brooke to find out.

Mike was confused. "What is going on?"

Lois land her hand on Mike's arm and said, "I'll explain outside. Come on."

Brooke waited until her mother and grandfather left before tapping her foot
and saying impatiently. "Well?"

Sonny tossed the newspaper aside and said. "First, I am still your father
and you will talk to me with some respect or you will get the hell out and
come back when you act like an adult."

"Oh? A 'perfect' adult like you? God help me." Brooke said snidely. The
sudden darkening of her father's eyes warned her that she may have gone too
far. She murmured quickly. "I'm sorry."

Sonny nodded and folded his hands together. "Now, what ever goes on in my
marriage has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

"But—"

"Do you understand?" Sonny said, this time more forcefully.

Brooke bent her head and muttered. "Yeah."

"Come here." Sonny held out his hand to her. Brooke took it and allowed him
to pull her closer to the bed. He said softly. "Now listen, I'm sorry you
had to hear about this in the newspaper but it doesn't have anything to do
with you."

"But you're cheating on Mom. How could you do this to her? What about your
marriage?" Brooke rattled off her questions.

Sonny tilted his head to the side. "You were right before. I'm not perfect.
No adults are. Things between your mother and I are complicated. Why do you
think I live here while you guys are in Bensonhurst?"

"To protect us?" Brooke shrugged. "I don't know. But things could be good
again if you just come back to live with us again, Daddy."

Sonny shook his head. "That's not going to happen, Brooke."

"Then what's going to happen?" She cried. "Are you going to keep seeing
that tramp while my mother suffers in Bensonhurst?"

Sonny winced. "She is not a—things are going to change and you're not going
to like them. And you're not going to be able to do anything about them."

"That's not fair!"

"Sweetheart, nothing's fair." He said sadly. "Not very comforting but it's
the truth."

"I don't want some other woman taking you away from us." Brooke's lower lip
trembled, a sure sign that tears were soon to follow.

Sonny tugged at her hand. She took the hint and crawled onto the bed,
making sure she didn't press on his injuries. She laid her head on his
shoulder. He gently stroked her hair.

He murmured. "No one's ever going to take me away from you and your
brother, you understand me? You're my favorite girl, remember? Always have
been and…"

"Always will be." Brooke finished.

"Nothing's going to change that, okay?"

Brooke nodded and sniffled weakly.

Lois came in and smiled softly. She said, "Brooke, you should get up. You
might hurt him."

"I was careful." She assured her as she got up. She pressed a kiss to
Sonny's cheek. "I'm glad you're okay Daddy."

Lois nodded towards the door. "Go outside with Mike. I need to talk to
Sonny alone."

Brooke glanced over her shoulder as she went out. "Be gentle with him,
okay?"

Lois nodded. Then she turned to Sonny. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Did you tell her about the divorce?" Lois asked.

He shook his head. "No, I decided to wait. And I think she knows it's
coming."

Lois picked up the newspaper. Sonny said. "I'm sorry about that."

"Why should you be? It was big news. You couldn't do anything about it. Do
you know who did this?"

Sonny thought about it. He wasn't going to mention Carly's secretary. That
would only lead into a discussion that he and Lois were hoping to avoid.
"It wasn't business." Sonny said. "Other than that, no."

"Even if it wasn't business I don't like the idea of you not having guards
outside your door." Lois said worriedly. "You're a target."

"I don't need any guards." Sonny said.

"If you don't get any guards, I'm calling Benny and having him put some on
you." Lois said. "And don't think I won't."

Sonny sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll get some."

A quick knock at the door proceeded a brunette nurse's entrance. "Who are
you?" Lois demanded.

"Down girl." Sonny murmured.

The nurse was taken aback at Lois's abrasive tone. She glanced warily at
Sonny before saying, "Nurse Miller? I'm here to check on my patient?"

"You're not the same nurse that checked on my husband before." Lois said
accusingly.

Lorraine looked at Sonny for help. "Shift change?"

"Lois, leave her alone. She's alright." Sonny said, stepping in.

Lois narrowed her eyes before saying. "I'm going to be right outside with
Brooke."

Lois closed the door behind her. She looked at Brooke who was sitting on
the floor by the door with her knees pulled up to her chin. Mike was
watching his granddaughter with a sad smile while Michael pulled at Mike's
hair.

Lois dug into her pocket and pulled out some money, "Why don't you run down
to the cafeteria and get us some food, Mike?"

Mike could tell that what she really wanted was some time to talk to Brooke
alone. He pushed away the money Lois held out. "I got this. I'll be back
with something edible I hope."

Lois slid down next to Brooke. She wrapped her arm around the girl. "Are
you okay?"

Brooke was silent for a moment. "No."

"So your father isn't perfect…"

Brooke snorted. "I knew that already."

Lois smiled a little. "Yeah…"

"It's just…have you always known? Or is this, like, the first time or
something?"

Lois thought about it. "You don't want to know. Really, it's better that
you don't."

Brooke toyed with a stray strand of hair. She whispered. "Are you and Daddy
getting a divorce?"

Lois was quiet. Her silent pause lasted long enough for Brooke to figure
out the answer. Brooke sighed and leaned her head on Lois's shoulder.

Back inside Sonny's room, he smiled and said, "My wife."

Lorraine nodded. "So how are you feeling, Mr. Corinthos?"

"Like I've been shot a few times?" Sonny joked.

Lorraine smiled as she started checking his vital signs and then his
bandages.

"Nurse Miller?" Sonny asked.

"Yes?" Lorraine turned to him with a coy smile. God, he was cute. Too bad
he was married.

"I was wondering if you could give me an update on Caroline Cassadine?"

She paused, not very surprised. She saw the newspaper the other day and
before that she'd been told of them being brought in together. She said.
"Ms. Cassadine is fine. She's doing well and she should be released in a
few days. Hopefully sooner."

"Hopefully?"

"Her father." Lorraine wrinkled her nose. "He's a little…well, let's just
say he's very concerned about his daughter."

~*~*~
Carly was slowly going stir crazy from having nothing to do. She'd read the
same magazine three times already. Both Alexis and Stefan denied her
request for some work to be brought in. They thought she needed rest. Rest?
She'd had more than enough rest. She needed to do something, go some where,
find Sonny and see for herself that he was okay.

Carly had just thrown the magazine to the floor when her door opened and
Jax walked in carrying a bouquet of flowers. Carly smiled broadly at him.
"Hey there!"

Jax took a deep breath of relief, as he looked her over. If it weren't for
the hospital gown and the deep bags under her eyes you would have never
known that anything had happened to Carly. He remembered finding out about
the shooting from the newspaper. He raced to the hospital as soon as
possible but no one would release any information to him. He had to wait a
few days before she cleared to have visitors other than family.

"Look at you." He strolled over to her. "Take a bullet and keep on
ticking."

"It's not as easy as it looks." Carly rolled her eyes as she accepted his
kiss on the cheek. "Huge bandage, I'm going to have a scar, and it hurts
when I move too fast."

"And yet you can still complain. You know, my mother might have a recipe
for a protein shake that could help." Jax suggested.

"It also hurts when I laugh." Carly pointed out.

He laughed. He gestured with his flowers around the room and vases that
crowed it. "I guess these are pretty much redundant?"

"My father." She explained with a shrug. She still accepted the flowers and
sniffed them before laying them next to her on the bed.

Jax pulled a chair up next to the bed. He nodded at her side. "So how bad
is it?"

"Just a flesh wound." Carly repeated what the doctor told her earlier. "I
should be out of here in a few days but if my father has anything to say
about it, I'll be back in my old room at Wyndemere with a private nurse by
tonight." She rolled her eyes.

"You can always move in with me for a few days." Jax suggested. "I'll make
sure you get all the rest and care you need."

Carly rolled her eyes again. "Thanks but no thanks." She reached for Jax's
hand and tugged him closer. She lowered her voice. "I need a favor."

"Anything."

"Go outside and ask for Nurse Miller."

"Why?" Jax suddenly frowned and his worried eyes swept over her. "Are you
in pain?"

Carly shook her head. "No, I need Sonny's room number. No one will tell me
where he is. They just keep saying he's all right. It's like they don't
want me to see him."

"Well," Jax began, "maybe they are right."

"What are you talking about?" Carly snapped.

"He dragged you into the middle of a mob war!" Jax said.

"What? This?" She pointed at her side. "This was not because of Sonny or
his connections. This was my grandmother's doing." Carly explained. "Now go
get me that nurse. Please."

He was considering denying her request but then he figured she couldn't
really do anything with the information. It wasn't like she was in any
shape to get up and run around the hospital looking for the guy. Jax nodded
and said, "Fine, I'll be right back."

"And bring a wheelchair with you too!" Carly called out just as he got to
the door.

Jax turned around. "A what?"

"A wheelchair. They won't let me go around without one." Carly said with a
smile. "And thank you Jax."

Outside of her room, Jax flagged down the first nurse he saw. "Excuse me,
miss?"

Lorraine's eyes widened as she took in the tall handsome man with the
delicious accent. First she was assigned Sonny Corinthos this morning and
now this. Wow. She toyed with her hair. "Yes?"

"I'm looking for a Nurse Miller?" Jax said.

"That's me."

"Really?" Jax lifted an eyebrow.

She nodded. "Yup."

"Good, I need your help." Jax began with a charming smile.

Twenty minutes later Jax returned to Carly's room with a wheelchair, the
room information, and perhaps a date, he wasn't sure. Carly was ready for
him. She brushed her hair back as best she could and she'd slipped on her
pale pink robe.

"Tada." He said lamely.

"I knew you could do it, thanks again."

Jax helped her out of the bed and into the chair. "Yeah, well you owe me."

Carly twisted around in her seat to shoot him a look that said, 'Are you
kidding me?' Jax just smiled and pushed her out the door.

"So where is he anyway?" Carly asked as they waited for the elevator.

"The floor below." Jax told her.

The ride down was thankfully short. Jax noted how antsy Carly was though.
As soon as the doors opened he quickly pushed her out and down the hall. "I
think his room is supposed to be just around this corner."

They came around the corner and saw the girl and her mother sitting by the
door. Carly frowned. She had a bad feeling about this. The girl heard Jax
and Carly coming down the hall and she looked up. Recognition was instant.
She scrambled to her feet. Her mother followed behind her.

Carly shook her head. The mother had blue eyes, long black hair, and
dimples, just like her reports had described. This had to be Lois. And the
girl with her dark hair and eyes was a spitting image of Sonny. Oh God,
she'd run into Sonny's wife and daughter.