Chapter 2
Carly's heart skipped a beat when she heard of her soon-to-be-ex's accident. She was so worried about him. She was trembling and tears were forming in her eyes. Bianca walked into the hall with Miranda in her arms. She saw that Carly was upset.
"Carly? Are you okay?" Bianca asked, cradling little Miranda. Carly turned around.
"I know that you just got here, but could you do me a favor?" Carly asked.
"Sure," Bianca replied.
"My nanny is upstairs and she'll help if you need her. Could you watch my boys for awhile? I just found out that my husband was in a car accident. I don't want the boys to know. I need to go to Sonny and talk to him before I tell the boys," Carly replied quickly.
"Of course," Bianca replied. Carly went into the living room and put Morgan down in his play pen. Michael looked at Carly.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"Nothing sweetie. Mommy has to run an errand, okay?" Carly asked. Michael nodded and she looked at Bianca.
"Are you sure you'll be okay with them?" she asked.
"We'll be fine," Bianca said with a smile. Leticia came down the stairs. She saw Bianca.
"What's going on?" Leticia said slowly.
"Leticia, this is Bianca. Bianca, this is the boys' nanny, Leticia. Leticia, Bianca will be staying here for awhile. Can you help her look after the children?" Carly asked.
"Of course," Leticia replied. "It's nice to meet you Bianca."
"Nice to meet you," Bianca said with a smile. "Go on, Carly. We'll be fine here." Carly nodded.
"Bye boys," she said quickly, kissing both Morgan and Michael. She hurried out the door to the car.
"Is this your baby?" Leticia asked. Bianca nodded.
"Yes. This is Miranda."
"She's beautiful," Leticia replied.
"Thank you," Bianca answered with a smile. She saw a bassinet in the corner. "Do you think Carly would mind if I put her down in there? My arms are getting kind of tired."
"She won't mind," Leticia replied. "I'm going to go upstairs and finish folding the boys' laundry. Just come get me if you need me." She left the room and Bianca put Miranda down in the bassinet.
"There we go," Bianca said with a grin. She looked at Michael.
"Mommy always leaves like that," Michael said quietly. "She's probably going to see Lorenzo." Michael walked over to the couch and sat down. He hung his head and put his chin in his hands. Bianca sat down on the couch next to the boy.
"Who's Lorenzo?"
"Mommy's boyfriend," Michael grumbled.
"Oh," Bianca replied uncomfortably. "Michael, your mommy seems to love you very much."
"But she's never here anymore. She's always going to see Lorenzo at the hospital. Daddy's always with his girlfriend."
"Sweetie, I know divorce is hard. Believe me, I know."
"Have you been through divorce?"
"My mother divorced several times," Bianca replied.
"Are you married?" Michael asked. Bianca laughed a little.
"Uh, no," she replied. She bit her bottom lip.
"Do you have any friends around here?"
"No," Michael replied. "I always stay inside where it's safe. Sometimes I play in the backyard. But there are no kids around here. My old friends live where daddy lives."
"Oh," Bianca replied. She felt bad for the kid, but she knew his mother loved him.
"Just because daddy's got a dangerous job, I'm being punished for it."
"Oh?"
"Every time I tell people that my daddy is Sonny Corinthos, people won't let their kids play with me." Bianca's eyes went wide.
"Corinthos," she started. "I knew I recognized that name. Your daddy donated money to our hospital a long time ago."
"Really?" Michael asked.
"I've heard the bad things about your daddy, but I've also heard the good things. Don't worry about what people think of your family. The only opinion that matters is yours."
"Really?" Michael asked.
"Really," Bianca replied. Michael smiled.
"I like you. You're nice."
"That's good. I like you too, Michael," Bianca replied. Michael grinned.
"So what do I call you? Bianca or . . . what's your last name again?"
"Montgomery," Bianca replied. "But you can call me Bianca."
"Okay." The phone rang and Michael ran over to pick it up. "Hello?"
"Is your mother there?" came Lorenzo's deep voice. Michael frowned.
"No. She just left," Michael answered.
"Can you tell her I called?" Lorenzo asked.
"If I remember," Michael replied. He hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Bianca asked.
"Nobody," Michael replied. "I'm going to go play upstairs." He hurried to the stairs and Bianca frowned. That little boy sure had been through a lot. It was obvious that all he wanted was for his mommy and daddy to get back together.
**
Carly walked into the Intensive Care Unit at General Hospital. Jason was standing in the hall. He looked over at Carly as if by instinct and he hurried over to her.
"How is he, Jase?" Carly asked.
"Not well," Jason replied. "He's paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors don't know if it's permanent or not."
"Does he know?" Carly asked.
"Yeah. He's pretty out of it, but he knows what's going on," Jason replied.
"I need to see him," Carly whispered.
"Only one person can go in at a time," Jason began.
"Do you mind if I go first?"
"I already saw him," Jason started. "But somebody's in there right now."
"Who?" Carly asked. The door to Sonny's room opened and Sam walked out. Carly felt her blood begin to boil again.
"It figures," Carly whispered to herself, shaking her head.
"He's um, he's asking for you," Sam said. Carly brushed past Sam and walked into Sonny's room. She was absolutely terrified when she went inside. Sonny was hooked up to an IV and he had a heart monitor on. Carly saw that he was laying flat on his back. She put her hand over her mouth.
"Carly, is that you?" Sonny asked. He was too sore to lift his head to look up at the door. Carly tried not to let him know she was on the verge of tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Yeah. It's me," she whispered, closing the door behind her. "Jason left a message on my answering machine." She walked closer to the bed. She could see Sonny's face now. He had tears in his eyes. "I came as soon as I got the message."
"I was on my way to . . . to see you," Sonny replied.
"Oh God," Carly whispered. "So you're saying it's my fault?"
"No," Sonny replied. "I shouldn't have gone so fast around that curve. My brakes gave out."
"Why were you coming to see me?" Carly asked. Sonny wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her that he was coming to win her back. But he didn't want to put that guilt on her shoulders.
"I wanted to check on the boys," Sonny lied.
"The boys are fine. They're home. They're safe."
"Good," Sonny replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"I wish I knew," Sonny replied quietly. "I can't feel anything below my waist, Carly."
"Jason told me."
"I'll never be able to walk my kids to school anymore. I won't be able to take them to the park," Sonny started. Carly sat down at Sonny's bedside.
"Sonny that might not be true. The doctors don't know if this is permanent or not."
"Oh come on, Carly. This is happening for a reason," Sonny replied.
"What reason?" Carly asked. Sonny sighed heavily. He knew he was being punished for being such an asshole.
"Never mind," he answered. Carly felt a tear slide down her cheek. "Just go. I don't want you to have to sit here and feel sorry for me. Go home to the boys."
"I'm not feeling sorry for you. I'm feeling horrible that this happened to you."
"That's the same thing," Sonny answered. He wanted to push her away. He didn't want Carly to have to pity him for the rest of her life. He didn't want her to be bogged down by his handicap. "Carly, we've moved on. Just go to Lorenzo. You have him now. I have Sam." Hearing those words hurt Carly more than she ever thought they could.
"Sonny, I," Carly began.
"Just go," he replied.
"I don't want to leave things like this."
"It's alright," Sonny replied.
"What should I tell the boys?"
"Don't tell them anything."
"Sonny, they're going to wonder what's wrong with their daddy when they come to visit you and you're in a wheel chair."
"Carly, I don't want to do this right now."
"Neither do I Sonny, but we need to talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm paralyzed. I won't ever walk again. I'm not the man I used to be."
"Sonny, this is disgusting! You're sitting here feeling sorry for yourself! It's not going to make things any better!"
"Carly, just go."
"Fine," Carly replied. She shook her head and walked out into the hallway.
"What happened?" Jason asked.
"He told me to go," Carly replied. "I still love him, Jase. He doesn't love me anymore. I don't blame him, Jason. I don't blame him one bit." Carly walked away and Jason looked absolutely stunned. What had happened to the two of them? Neither of them were fighting anymore. It was like they had given up. They had given up on love and happiness. Jason knew that something had to be done before Sonny and Carly's chance at happiness was completely ruined.
**
Carly walked into Lorenzo's hospital room. He was sitting by the window, gauze still over his eyes.
"Lorenzo," she whispered. Lorenzo turned his head toward Carly.
"You're here," he said.
"Yeah. I was already here, so I decided to stop by."
"Why were you here?"
"There was an accident."
"Oh God. You, you weren't hurt were you?"
"No," Carly replied slowly. "Sonny was."
"Oh," Lorenzo answered, a little more relieved.
"Um . . . he's paralyzed from the waist down. He might never walk again."
"That's terrible," Lorenzo replied.
"Yeah. I need to ask you something. I need you to be honest with me."
"Okay."
"Did you have anything to do with the limo blowing up at the courthouse?"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Lorenzo asked.
"I just want to know. It's been burning in my mind since it happened. I need to know if you had anything to do with it."
"No, Carly. I didn't have anything to do with it. I swear to you. You could have been in that limo. Carly, I never would do anything to hurt you. I love you."
"Okay. I . . . I believe you," Carly lied. She wasn't sure what to believe. Sonny said his brakes had gone out when he was rounding that corner. What if Lorenzo had his brakes tampered with? She wanted to believe Lorenzo, but she really didn't think she could. She felt like she had been lying to herself for months.
"Is everything alright?" Lorenzo asked curiously.
"Everything is fine," Carly replied. "I need to get home to the boys." Carly left quickly and she leaned against Lorenzo's hospital room door. She needed to know all of the facts. The one thing she did know for sure was that Sonny didn't want her anymore. She knew she needed to move on. She just needed to know whether or not to move on with Lorenzo or not. She didn't want to be alone for the rest of her life. She wondered if it could work with Lorenzo. He did love her. She didn't love him, but she figured she could learn to love him. She was confused. All she thought she knew was that Sonny wasn't hers anymore. She had to move on.
Carly's heart skipped a beat when she heard of her soon-to-be-ex's accident. She was so worried about him. She was trembling and tears were forming in her eyes. Bianca walked into the hall with Miranda in her arms. She saw that Carly was upset.
"Carly? Are you okay?" Bianca asked, cradling little Miranda. Carly turned around.
"I know that you just got here, but could you do me a favor?" Carly asked.
"Sure," Bianca replied.
"My nanny is upstairs and she'll help if you need her. Could you watch my boys for awhile? I just found out that my husband was in a car accident. I don't want the boys to know. I need to go to Sonny and talk to him before I tell the boys," Carly replied quickly.
"Of course," Bianca replied. Carly went into the living room and put Morgan down in his play pen. Michael looked at Carly.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"Nothing sweetie. Mommy has to run an errand, okay?" Carly asked. Michael nodded and she looked at Bianca.
"Are you sure you'll be okay with them?" she asked.
"We'll be fine," Bianca said with a smile. Leticia came down the stairs. She saw Bianca.
"What's going on?" Leticia said slowly.
"Leticia, this is Bianca. Bianca, this is the boys' nanny, Leticia. Leticia, Bianca will be staying here for awhile. Can you help her look after the children?" Carly asked.
"Of course," Leticia replied. "It's nice to meet you Bianca."
"Nice to meet you," Bianca said with a smile. "Go on, Carly. We'll be fine here." Carly nodded.
"Bye boys," she said quickly, kissing both Morgan and Michael. She hurried out the door to the car.
"Is this your baby?" Leticia asked. Bianca nodded.
"Yes. This is Miranda."
"She's beautiful," Leticia replied.
"Thank you," Bianca answered with a smile. She saw a bassinet in the corner. "Do you think Carly would mind if I put her down in there? My arms are getting kind of tired."
"She won't mind," Leticia replied. "I'm going to go upstairs and finish folding the boys' laundry. Just come get me if you need me." She left the room and Bianca put Miranda down in the bassinet.
"There we go," Bianca said with a grin. She looked at Michael.
"Mommy always leaves like that," Michael said quietly. "She's probably going to see Lorenzo." Michael walked over to the couch and sat down. He hung his head and put his chin in his hands. Bianca sat down on the couch next to the boy.
"Who's Lorenzo?"
"Mommy's boyfriend," Michael grumbled.
"Oh," Bianca replied uncomfortably. "Michael, your mommy seems to love you very much."
"But she's never here anymore. She's always going to see Lorenzo at the hospital. Daddy's always with his girlfriend."
"Sweetie, I know divorce is hard. Believe me, I know."
"Have you been through divorce?"
"My mother divorced several times," Bianca replied.
"Are you married?" Michael asked. Bianca laughed a little.
"Uh, no," she replied. She bit her bottom lip.
"Do you have any friends around here?"
"No," Michael replied. "I always stay inside where it's safe. Sometimes I play in the backyard. But there are no kids around here. My old friends live where daddy lives."
"Oh," Bianca replied. She felt bad for the kid, but she knew his mother loved him.
"Just because daddy's got a dangerous job, I'm being punished for it."
"Oh?"
"Every time I tell people that my daddy is Sonny Corinthos, people won't let their kids play with me." Bianca's eyes went wide.
"Corinthos," she started. "I knew I recognized that name. Your daddy donated money to our hospital a long time ago."
"Really?" Michael asked.
"I've heard the bad things about your daddy, but I've also heard the good things. Don't worry about what people think of your family. The only opinion that matters is yours."
"Really?" Michael asked.
"Really," Bianca replied. Michael smiled.
"I like you. You're nice."
"That's good. I like you too, Michael," Bianca replied. Michael grinned.
"So what do I call you? Bianca or . . . what's your last name again?"
"Montgomery," Bianca replied. "But you can call me Bianca."
"Okay." The phone rang and Michael ran over to pick it up. "Hello?"
"Is your mother there?" came Lorenzo's deep voice. Michael frowned.
"No. She just left," Michael answered.
"Can you tell her I called?" Lorenzo asked.
"If I remember," Michael replied. He hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Bianca asked.
"Nobody," Michael replied. "I'm going to go play upstairs." He hurried to the stairs and Bianca frowned. That little boy sure had been through a lot. It was obvious that all he wanted was for his mommy and daddy to get back together.
**
Carly walked into the Intensive Care Unit at General Hospital. Jason was standing in the hall. He looked over at Carly as if by instinct and he hurried over to her.
"How is he, Jase?" Carly asked.
"Not well," Jason replied. "He's paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors don't know if it's permanent or not."
"Does he know?" Carly asked.
"Yeah. He's pretty out of it, but he knows what's going on," Jason replied.
"I need to see him," Carly whispered.
"Only one person can go in at a time," Jason began.
"Do you mind if I go first?"
"I already saw him," Jason started. "But somebody's in there right now."
"Who?" Carly asked. The door to Sonny's room opened and Sam walked out. Carly felt her blood begin to boil again.
"It figures," Carly whispered to herself, shaking her head.
"He's um, he's asking for you," Sam said. Carly brushed past Sam and walked into Sonny's room. She was absolutely terrified when she went inside. Sonny was hooked up to an IV and he had a heart monitor on. Carly saw that he was laying flat on his back. She put her hand over her mouth.
"Carly, is that you?" Sonny asked. He was too sore to lift his head to look up at the door. Carly tried not to let him know she was on the verge of tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Yeah. It's me," she whispered, closing the door behind her. "Jason left a message on my answering machine." She walked closer to the bed. She could see Sonny's face now. He had tears in his eyes. "I came as soon as I got the message."
"I was on my way to . . . to see you," Sonny replied.
"Oh God," Carly whispered. "So you're saying it's my fault?"
"No," Sonny replied. "I shouldn't have gone so fast around that curve. My brakes gave out."
"Why were you coming to see me?" Carly asked. Sonny wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her that he was coming to win her back. But he didn't want to put that guilt on her shoulders.
"I wanted to check on the boys," Sonny lied.
"The boys are fine. They're home. They're safe."
"Good," Sonny replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"I wish I knew," Sonny replied quietly. "I can't feel anything below my waist, Carly."
"Jason told me."
"I'll never be able to walk my kids to school anymore. I won't be able to take them to the park," Sonny started. Carly sat down at Sonny's bedside.
"Sonny that might not be true. The doctors don't know if this is permanent or not."
"Oh come on, Carly. This is happening for a reason," Sonny replied.
"What reason?" Carly asked. Sonny sighed heavily. He knew he was being punished for being such an asshole.
"Never mind," he answered. Carly felt a tear slide down her cheek. "Just go. I don't want you to have to sit here and feel sorry for me. Go home to the boys."
"I'm not feeling sorry for you. I'm feeling horrible that this happened to you."
"That's the same thing," Sonny answered. He wanted to push her away. He didn't want Carly to have to pity him for the rest of her life. He didn't want her to be bogged down by his handicap. "Carly, we've moved on. Just go to Lorenzo. You have him now. I have Sam." Hearing those words hurt Carly more than she ever thought they could.
"Sonny, I," Carly began.
"Just go," he replied.
"I don't want to leave things like this."
"It's alright," Sonny replied.
"What should I tell the boys?"
"Don't tell them anything."
"Sonny, they're going to wonder what's wrong with their daddy when they come to visit you and you're in a wheel chair."
"Carly, I don't want to do this right now."
"Neither do I Sonny, but we need to talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm paralyzed. I won't ever walk again. I'm not the man I used to be."
"Sonny, this is disgusting! You're sitting here feeling sorry for yourself! It's not going to make things any better!"
"Carly, just go."
"Fine," Carly replied. She shook her head and walked out into the hallway.
"What happened?" Jason asked.
"He told me to go," Carly replied. "I still love him, Jase. He doesn't love me anymore. I don't blame him, Jason. I don't blame him one bit." Carly walked away and Jason looked absolutely stunned. What had happened to the two of them? Neither of them were fighting anymore. It was like they had given up. They had given up on love and happiness. Jason knew that something had to be done before Sonny and Carly's chance at happiness was completely ruined.
**
Carly walked into Lorenzo's hospital room. He was sitting by the window, gauze still over his eyes.
"Lorenzo," she whispered. Lorenzo turned his head toward Carly.
"You're here," he said.
"Yeah. I was already here, so I decided to stop by."
"Why were you here?"
"There was an accident."
"Oh God. You, you weren't hurt were you?"
"No," Carly replied slowly. "Sonny was."
"Oh," Lorenzo answered, a little more relieved.
"Um . . . he's paralyzed from the waist down. He might never walk again."
"That's terrible," Lorenzo replied.
"Yeah. I need to ask you something. I need you to be honest with me."
"Okay."
"Did you have anything to do with the limo blowing up at the courthouse?"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Lorenzo asked.
"I just want to know. It's been burning in my mind since it happened. I need to know if you had anything to do with it."
"No, Carly. I didn't have anything to do with it. I swear to you. You could have been in that limo. Carly, I never would do anything to hurt you. I love you."
"Okay. I . . . I believe you," Carly lied. She wasn't sure what to believe. Sonny said his brakes had gone out when he was rounding that corner. What if Lorenzo had his brakes tampered with? She wanted to believe Lorenzo, but she really didn't think she could. She felt like she had been lying to herself for months.
"Is everything alright?" Lorenzo asked curiously.
"Everything is fine," Carly replied. "I need to get home to the boys." Carly left quickly and she leaned against Lorenzo's hospital room door. She needed to know all of the facts. The one thing she did know for sure was that Sonny didn't want her anymore. She knew she needed to move on. She just needed to know whether or not to move on with Lorenzo or not. She didn't want to be alone for the rest of her life. She wondered if it could work with Lorenzo. He did love her. She didn't love him, but she figured she could learn to love him. She was confused. All she thought she knew was that Sonny wasn't hers anymore. She had to move on.