Jerry was practically running down the hallways of General Hospital
when he rounded a corner and slammed into his young sister, knocking her
petite form to the ground. Reaching down a hand to pull her up, he held
her arm gently and led her in the direction of the ER.
"Jerry, what is going on? Jas' secretary called me and said he was brought here . . ." Willa trailed off as she struggled to keep up with the loping strides of her brother.
"He was shot, Wills. By a man named Alcazar. This Alcazar's in love with Brenda and wanted to get rid of Jax." Jerry explained quickly as they arrived at the nurse's station. He looked around quickly for help before jumping the counter and getting into the computer system. Willa stood dumbfounded.
"Brenda?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing. Jerry looked up at her and nodded.
"She's alive."
"Alive!" Willa exclaimed, grabbing onto the counter. "Really? How?"
"No time to explain. Jax is just getting out of surgery." Jerry managed before taking off down the hall again. Once they reached the ER door they were confronted with the first signs of opposition. Several nurses were huddled near the ER door and one turned to halt Jerry's journey.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jacks. He's just come out of surgery. You won't be able to see him until the morning." Jerry shook his head.
"Please let us see him." Willa spoke from behind Jerry's shoulder, surprising the nurse who hadn't known she was there.
"Is he going to be all right?" Jerry asked, recognizing a need for practicality. The nurse nodded.
"He's going to be fine. I suggest you go home and come back in the morning." She replied, escorting the two back out into the lobby. After she had departed Jerry turned to his sister, who was now shaking.
"He's going to be fine, Wills. I'm taking you home." Jerry spoke, glancing down at her. She was wearing a pair of ancient running shorts and a red Che Guevara tee shirt, with flip-flop sandals. On her head was a winter hat and on her hands was a matching pair of wooly mittens. Jerry wondered how she hadn't frozen to death already. He took off his own wool coat and slipped it over her shoulders, then led her out into the parking lot.
By the time they reached her apartment she was beginning to warm and the shock was wearing off. Jerry escorted her up the stairs, stopping at the door.
"Go to bed, Wills. I'll pick you up in the morning and we'll go to the hospital. He's going to be fine." He assured her, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead before exiting down the steep staircase.
Willa unlocked the door and entered the darkened living room, pausing at a sudden noise. Sighing deeply, she dropped her brother's coat on a nearby chair and called out into the darkness.
"Listen, Mr. Robber. I've had a very, very long day and want to go to sleep. You won't find anything of use to you; I have no money and also have syphilis. Please just leave and let me go to sleep." A laugh came back in response.
"Syphilis? Is that what you'd say to a real thief?" Lucky's voice asked from the couch, and Willa shook her head.
"Lucky, why are you sitting on my couch in the dark?" She asked, seeking out the voice and falling down on the seat next to him.
"I'm sitting on your couch because I heard about your brother and was worried. It's dark because you have no electricity." Lucky replied, pulling her hand from its mitten and rubbing it till it was warmed. She sighed deeply.
"Figures. Lucky, you can't imagine how long this day has been. This thing with my brother and Brenda's got me all wigged out." Willa said.
"What's this about Brenda? You mean Brenda Barrett?"
"Yeah, she's alive. I'm just really confused." She spoke, standing. "No offense, honey, but I'm going to bed."
"That's okay, I'll stay here on the couch." Lucky replied from his seat, fluffing up one of the nearby pillows.
"Go home Lucky!!" she cried, attempting to shoo him off the couch. "If you want me out, Willy, I'll go. But I'm just going to sit outside the door until morning, so you'll probably feel responsible if I'm a bit grumpy." Lucky pushed on, grinning as he a made a huge production of standing. Willa laughed and her sea shaded eyes glittered for the first time all night. "Fine, you win. You can stay the night." She replied, tackling him back onto the couch. They lay there together for a long time before Lucky spoke again. "Willy, will you marry me?" He asked seriously before bursting out in sudden laughter.
"Oh, sure Lucky. That's positively brill. Then you could change your last name to mine, and I could call you Lucky Jacks. It'd be like a breakfast cereal." Willa joked, snuggling down deeper next to him on the couch. There was a pause before she spoke again. "Your friend Liz seems pretty cool. Are you two a unit or what?"
"No, Liz and I are just really good friends. Liz is a cool girl, though."
"You seem like good friends. Do you like her?" She asked in a voice usually used by younger sisters when teasing their older brothers. Lucky picked up a feather filled plastic pillow that lay nearby and hit her on the head with it.
"You're a dork, Willy." He spoke, pulling a blanket down on them.
"I know, Lucky. But no more than you are." She replied, sleep starting to overtake her voice and effectively putting a halt to her teasing. Lucky smiled as she drifted off, feeling himself start to slip into sleep as well.
"Goodnight, Willy." He whispered, and let the silence answer.
The next morning Lucky set out for home and Jerry arrived to take his sister to the hospital. He was happy to find her more sensibly dressed in a long peasant skirt and a knitted wool sweater. He still worried at the flip-flops on her feet and the fact that she had traded her wool hat for a fedora, but he let it go without much of a fight.
When they finally arrived at the hospital Jerry left to speak with Jax's doctor and Willa went in to sit with her still unconscious brother. She sat for several minutes before she felt a presence behind her. She looked up and out the door where Brenda stood. Willa's face brightened as she stood up and ran out of the room.
"Bren!!" She cried, flying into the older woman's arms. Brenda caught her with surprise, but soon warmed as she recognized whom she was embracing.
"I missed you, Willy!" Brenda cried, hugging the girl with abandon. When they were finished embracing they moved together into the room.
"That was a mean little trick you pulled, Bren. Made Jas cry, it was awful." Willa explained, sitting back down in her seat near the bed. Brenda began to look upset and Willa grinned, "But you're back now, that's what matters. Jas'll be happy."
Brenda started to tell her otherwise when Skye came roaring into the hospital room, looking like a whirlwind ready to strike. She took one look at Brenda and the petite blonde by her husband's bedside and began to screech like a barn owl.
"I think Jax has had enough of your meddling for one lifetime, Brenda. It's time you hit the road." She spoke, attempting but failing to control the tones in her voice. Brenda crumpled like a bird shot from the sky and looked pleadingly at the blonde, who was gaping in horror at the entrance of the redhead. Skye saw this and turned on her, "And who the HELL do you think you are!? What are you doing in my husband's room!?"
At this point Willa had had enough. Jumping up from her chair she poked a Spongebob bandage covered finger into Skye's chest, which just reached her chin.
"Who do I think I am? Who the HELL are you?" She asked, forcing Skye back up against the wall.
"I'm his fiancée, obviously!" Skye replied, recovering from the initial shock of opposition.
"Well, you gigantic troll, I'm OBVIOUSLY his SISTER, and I don't think I like that my brother's engaged to a wench like yourself!" Skye's mouth dropped again and Willa would probably have attacked her if Jerry hadn't entered the room at that moment. Jerry pulled his young sister back and struggled to restrain her.
"What's going on?" Jerry asked, looking from his sister-in-law to be to his sister to the crumpled form near the bed.
"What's going on is this moron of a woman came busting in here, saying absolutely whorish things to Bren and making a huge scene." Willa spoke before Skye had the chance. Jerry touched his sister's head and looked from Skye to Brenda. He was about to speak when Bobbi came walking briskly into the room.
"Hey, you're WAY over maximum occupancy here. Some of you are going to need to leave." She spoke, giving them all an understanding smile.
"I'm getting something to eat. Bye Jas." Willa spoke to her unconscious brother, kissing his forehead and leaving with Brenda in tow, and Jerry following out the door. Skye was left alone with her sleeping fiancé and the knowledge that she had an enemy in her future sister-in-law.
"Jerry, what is going on? Jas' secretary called me and said he was brought here . . ." Willa trailed off as she struggled to keep up with the loping strides of her brother.
"He was shot, Wills. By a man named Alcazar. This Alcazar's in love with Brenda and wanted to get rid of Jax." Jerry explained quickly as they arrived at the nurse's station. He looked around quickly for help before jumping the counter and getting into the computer system. Willa stood dumbfounded.
"Brenda?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing. Jerry looked up at her and nodded.
"She's alive."
"Alive!" Willa exclaimed, grabbing onto the counter. "Really? How?"
"No time to explain. Jax is just getting out of surgery." Jerry managed before taking off down the hall again. Once they reached the ER door they were confronted with the first signs of opposition. Several nurses were huddled near the ER door and one turned to halt Jerry's journey.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jacks. He's just come out of surgery. You won't be able to see him until the morning." Jerry shook his head.
"Please let us see him." Willa spoke from behind Jerry's shoulder, surprising the nurse who hadn't known she was there.
"Is he going to be all right?" Jerry asked, recognizing a need for practicality. The nurse nodded.
"He's going to be fine. I suggest you go home and come back in the morning." She replied, escorting the two back out into the lobby. After she had departed Jerry turned to his sister, who was now shaking.
"He's going to be fine, Wills. I'm taking you home." Jerry spoke, glancing down at her. She was wearing a pair of ancient running shorts and a red Che Guevara tee shirt, with flip-flop sandals. On her head was a winter hat and on her hands was a matching pair of wooly mittens. Jerry wondered how she hadn't frozen to death already. He took off his own wool coat and slipped it over her shoulders, then led her out into the parking lot.
By the time they reached her apartment she was beginning to warm and the shock was wearing off. Jerry escorted her up the stairs, stopping at the door.
"Go to bed, Wills. I'll pick you up in the morning and we'll go to the hospital. He's going to be fine." He assured her, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead before exiting down the steep staircase.
Willa unlocked the door and entered the darkened living room, pausing at a sudden noise. Sighing deeply, she dropped her brother's coat on a nearby chair and called out into the darkness.
"Listen, Mr. Robber. I've had a very, very long day and want to go to sleep. You won't find anything of use to you; I have no money and also have syphilis. Please just leave and let me go to sleep." A laugh came back in response.
"Syphilis? Is that what you'd say to a real thief?" Lucky's voice asked from the couch, and Willa shook her head.
"Lucky, why are you sitting on my couch in the dark?" She asked, seeking out the voice and falling down on the seat next to him.
"I'm sitting on your couch because I heard about your brother and was worried. It's dark because you have no electricity." Lucky replied, pulling her hand from its mitten and rubbing it till it was warmed. She sighed deeply.
"Figures. Lucky, you can't imagine how long this day has been. This thing with my brother and Brenda's got me all wigged out." Willa said.
"What's this about Brenda? You mean Brenda Barrett?"
"Yeah, she's alive. I'm just really confused." She spoke, standing. "No offense, honey, but I'm going to bed."
"That's okay, I'll stay here on the couch." Lucky replied from his seat, fluffing up one of the nearby pillows.
"Go home Lucky!!" she cried, attempting to shoo him off the couch. "If you want me out, Willy, I'll go. But I'm just going to sit outside the door until morning, so you'll probably feel responsible if I'm a bit grumpy." Lucky pushed on, grinning as he a made a huge production of standing. Willa laughed and her sea shaded eyes glittered for the first time all night. "Fine, you win. You can stay the night." She replied, tackling him back onto the couch. They lay there together for a long time before Lucky spoke again. "Willy, will you marry me?" He asked seriously before bursting out in sudden laughter.
"Oh, sure Lucky. That's positively brill. Then you could change your last name to mine, and I could call you Lucky Jacks. It'd be like a breakfast cereal." Willa joked, snuggling down deeper next to him on the couch. There was a pause before she spoke again. "Your friend Liz seems pretty cool. Are you two a unit or what?"
"No, Liz and I are just really good friends. Liz is a cool girl, though."
"You seem like good friends. Do you like her?" She asked in a voice usually used by younger sisters when teasing their older brothers. Lucky picked up a feather filled plastic pillow that lay nearby and hit her on the head with it.
"You're a dork, Willy." He spoke, pulling a blanket down on them.
"I know, Lucky. But no more than you are." She replied, sleep starting to overtake her voice and effectively putting a halt to her teasing. Lucky smiled as she drifted off, feeling himself start to slip into sleep as well.
"Goodnight, Willy." He whispered, and let the silence answer.
The next morning Lucky set out for home and Jerry arrived to take his sister to the hospital. He was happy to find her more sensibly dressed in a long peasant skirt and a knitted wool sweater. He still worried at the flip-flops on her feet and the fact that she had traded her wool hat for a fedora, but he let it go without much of a fight.
When they finally arrived at the hospital Jerry left to speak with Jax's doctor and Willa went in to sit with her still unconscious brother. She sat for several minutes before she felt a presence behind her. She looked up and out the door where Brenda stood. Willa's face brightened as she stood up and ran out of the room.
"Bren!!" She cried, flying into the older woman's arms. Brenda caught her with surprise, but soon warmed as she recognized whom she was embracing.
"I missed you, Willy!" Brenda cried, hugging the girl with abandon. When they were finished embracing they moved together into the room.
"That was a mean little trick you pulled, Bren. Made Jas cry, it was awful." Willa explained, sitting back down in her seat near the bed. Brenda began to look upset and Willa grinned, "But you're back now, that's what matters. Jas'll be happy."
Brenda started to tell her otherwise when Skye came roaring into the hospital room, looking like a whirlwind ready to strike. She took one look at Brenda and the petite blonde by her husband's bedside and began to screech like a barn owl.
"I think Jax has had enough of your meddling for one lifetime, Brenda. It's time you hit the road." She spoke, attempting but failing to control the tones in her voice. Brenda crumpled like a bird shot from the sky and looked pleadingly at the blonde, who was gaping in horror at the entrance of the redhead. Skye saw this and turned on her, "And who the HELL do you think you are!? What are you doing in my husband's room!?"
At this point Willa had had enough. Jumping up from her chair she poked a Spongebob bandage covered finger into Skye's chest, which just reached her chin.
"Who do I think I am? Who the HELL are you?" She asked, forcing Skye back up against the wall.
"I'm his fiancée, obviously!" Skye replied, recovering from the initial shock of opposition.
"Well, you gigantic troll, I'm OBVIOUSLY his SISTER, and I don't think I like that my brother's engaged to a wench like yourself!" Skye's mouth dropped again and Willa would probably have attacked her if Jerry hadn't entered the room at that moment. Jerry pulled his young sister back and struggled to restrain her.
"What's going on?" Jerry asked, looking from his sister-in-law to be to his sister to the crumpled form near the bed.
"What's going on is this moron of a woman came busting in here, saying absolutely whorish things to Bren and making a huge scene." Willa spoke before Skye had the chance. Jerry touched his sister's head and looked from Skye to Brenda. He was about to speak when Bobbi came walking briskly into the room.
"Hey, you're WAY over maximum occupancy here. Some of you are going to need to leave." She spoke, giving them all an understanding smile.
"I'm getting something to eat. Bye Jas." Willa spoke to her unconscious brother, kissing his forehead and leaving with Brenda in tow, and Jerry following out the door. Skye was left alone with her sleeping fiancé and the knowledge that she had an enemy in her future sister-in-law.