Notes: Remember, I'm not posting anything for the next two days. Story will resume on Monday. Reviews, of course, will be accepted throughout the weekend. Because, you know, I do love me them reviews. Yessir.

Sarah- Thank you for continuing to read and enjoy this story of mine. Any feedback is always appreciated.

Shamira- Look, you're getting a chance to catch up! Glad to see that the problems with the computer appear to be fixed and all, although I am sorry that you had to take your leave so early, so as not to anger the mother. It is understandable. As for the fast updating, well, I won't apologize for that. Joke. Ah, yes, I am looking for a damned good reason to have Damian pick up a glass and throw it against the wall, just like daddy. Alas, that moment hasn't worked its way into the planning, at least not yet. I never did like chemistry as a subject, labs bore me.

Story-

General Hospital-

The elevator ride was painfully long. Damian found himself constantly cursing silently and wondering how many floors the blasted building truly had. It was as if it was somehow sensing his distress and making sure that the wait was made even longer, just so he could worry some more. It was strange, but he'd be lying if he said he felt like it was impossible. Port Charles was a much more complex place than he ever thought it would have been. He never would have expected this small little burg to have problems that could put the metropolis of Los Angeles to shame. Yet, somehow, Port Charles had indeed managed to do such a thing. As he stood there watching the numbers on the elevator going up at a snail's pace he couldn't help but think that this could all be some ploy. Sonny could have instructed his sister to call Damian and get him to the hospital. Michael would have been nothing more than his pawn. The thought sickened Damian to his stomach. He didn't want to believe that Sonny would use Michael like that, but Sonny had proved to be a man that would do anything for the ultimate goal of his own personal satisfaction. He put a bullet through his wife's head. Accident or not, it showed that some part of Sonny was possessed with making sure that everything went his way. Consequences be damned if anything got in his path. He'd make his own assumption once he saw how Sonny was handling the situation.

Finally the elevator reached the floor that he was waiting for. As the doors opened he saw Maxie at the station. The fact that she was there meant nothing to him at that moment, however. All that mattered was seeing Michael and finding out what had happened. He did not have any idea where the boy was, and Maxie was the best source of information that he had access to at that moment. Within seconds he had made his way right in front of her, "Maxie."

She turned his gaze upward from the papers that she had been siphoning through, "Damian? What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Michael," Damian informed her, "He's apparently been here a few hours and I want to see him."

Maxie nodded, "Children's center is down the hall, just take a left." He started towards the direction that Maxie had given him. She walked to the other end of the station to speak with him again, "You have any idea what is wrong with him?"

"Not a clue."

"Well, if it's any help, I would have heard something if it was critical. I didn't even know he was here."

"Sonny might just be wanting everything to stay as quiet as possible," Damian said. His father more than likely had enough enemies that would gladly take the chance to strike Sonny in one of the few places that it would do real harm. Michael was one of those areas.

"I don't think so," Maxie replied, "This is a hospital, Damian. We treat all our patients equally regardless of who they are or who they are the children of."

"I need to make sure everything is all right," Damian started down the hall again.

"I hope it is!" Maxie called out as he turned the corner.

Georgie appeared from behind her sister, having returned from her own rounds throughout the hospital. "So, that's the mystery man?" Maxie wasn't responding to her voice. "Maxie?"

"Yeah, that was him."

"And you didn't even bother to introduce us," Georgie gave a mock pout.

"He was in a hurry. Did you know that Michael's in the hospital?"

"Carly's son?" Georgie wondered. "No, I didn't. I hope everything is fine."

"So do I," Maxie mused. "He seemed really worried about Michael. But he's not living with them anymore, so it doesn't make any sense that he's here."

"He cares about Michael, doesn't he?" Georgie asked.

"Of course he does."

"Well that's the only reason he needs," Georgie stated. "His little brother is here and he cares about Michael a lot. From what you've told me about him, I don't think that he'd let something as petty as an argument with Sonny Corinthos keep him from being with Michael right now."

"I think I should go check, just in case."

Georgie shook her head, "That isn't your job, Maxie."

"So?"

"So you don't want to overstep your boundaries. You're going to be here for a few hours longer. If he wants to talk with you, I'm sure he'll find you and talk with you."

Maxie turned away. Boundaries or not, she'd check up on everything if she felt that she needed to.

Elsewhere-

Carly was standing outside the room with her mother. Sonny had requested that he have some time alone with Michael. If anything, Michael looked up to his father more than anyone else. He was at that age where a boy's father could apparently do no wrong in the eyes of his son. Plus, Michael was much angrier with Carly than he was with Sonny about the situation with Damian. Bobbie was just there for support. She was on duty, but unless there was a crisis situation the others knew that they shouldn't bother her. Michael was a large part of her world. A gift that touched her soul that she didn't deserve. She had seen people come out of much worse than the situation that Michael was in at this hospital. She believed that the doctors here would help Michael with whatever problem he was having. She only hoped that her faith wasn't blind.

"Carly," Damian walked up. "Where is he?"

Carly gave her stepson a cold glare, "You came?"

"Michael's in the hospital, why wouldn't I come?"

"You don't seem to care about your father very much at the moment," Carly reminded him.

"Whatever problems I am having with Sonny have nothing to do with Michael." Damian was visibly angered by Carly's comment. "I wouldn't drag an innocent third party into a problem of my own. I suppose the same can't be said for you."

"Right now isn't the time to be squabbling amongst yourselves!" Bobbie demanded, "A little boy was traumatized because his family life went to shambles and you both can't get over your petty differences for him?" Bobbie was focusing on Carly. She knew that her daughter had the ability to press people's buttons, and she would constantly use them. "He's inside the room behind us, Damian."

"Thanks," Damian replied as he walked past Carly and closed the door.

"What are you doing, Carly?" Bobbie asked, "You can't keep acting like this around him, not right now."

"We don't even know if what Dr. Lewis said is the problem."

"But it's the best we got right now!" Bobbie stated, "We don't know anything else and the only treatment that Cameron gave us was working together to help him." Bobbie grabbed her daughter's hands, "Please, Carly, I'm begging you, don't let your feelings put your child at risk."

Carly was silent, she only looked over her shoulder at the closed door.

Michael's Room-

The boy was asleep again. Everything that had happened to him since he had woken up hours before took their toll and he couldn't stay up any longer. Damian walked on the opposite side of Sonny. "How is he?"

"He's taking everything that's happened to him pretty well, considering that he doesn't know why it happened and we don't have anything other than an educated guess."

"Thank you for having Courtney call me," Damian sat down.

"You had a right to know," Sonny said. "And I didn't think that you would believe me if I made the call myself. Would you have?"

"I really don't know, Sonny."

"The doctor that examined him said that the only reason he could think about for this is that Michael's having a hard time dealing with everything that's happened in the past few days. Most pressing is the fact that you moved out so suddenly."

"This is my fault?"

Sonny shook his head, "I didn't say that."

"But you think it is."

"No, I don't," Sonny stated. "If I wouldn't have lied to you about my past, you would have never left and Michael would still be running around the penthouse playing with his trucks or with that game boy of his."

"Why isn't Carly in here with you?"

Sonny looked at the door, "I wanted to be alone with him for a bit."

"Is that the only reason?"

Sonny debated telling Damian anything. Within a few seconds he realized that there was no harm in informing his son. "We haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye since you left."

"Because of me?"

"It's a lot of things that we've got on our minds. Michael, before we brought him here, was blaming us for what happened with you. Most of all, he was blaming Carly. He knew that she didn't like you at all."

"So he doesn't know why I really left?"

"No," Sonny responded. "He doesn't."

Damian got up, "I'm going to get something to drink. You need anything?"

Sonny shook his head, "No." Damian walked out of the room. With his oldest son out of sound's reach, Sonny finished his thought, "But having my family together again would be nice."