Chapter 5
Carly walked into Sonny's hospital room and smiled when she saw Sonny holding Morgan. She paused in the doorway for a few moments before she cleared her throat and walked in. Sonny looked up at Carly with so much love in his eyes. Carly could see it and she knew she was looking at Sonny and Morgan with the same love in her eyes. Sonny looked away. He couldn't do this. He didn't want to ever hurt Carly again.
"Hey buddy, your mama's here," Sonny whispered. "Can you give daddy a kiss?" Sonny kissed his son and Carly walked over and picked the baby up.
"Hey sweetheart," Carly whispered to her son.
"How'd it go with Alcazar?"
"God, I feel so stupid," Carly replied. "I can't believe I ever thought I could fall for him."
"That's all in the past now."
"What about this? Sonny, Alcazar did this to you," Carly started.
"And that'll be taken care of in time," Sonny replied. "But you should take Morgan home. He looks tired."
"Sonny, Morgan is fine. I'm worried about you," Carly replied.
"I'll be alright," Sonny replied. "Trust me."
"I should have trusted you all along. I'm sorry."
"Carly, it's the past. It doesn't matter right now," Sonny whispered. "Take Morgan home." Carly swallowed the lump in her throat and she took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?"
"I'm fine," Sonny said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll be fine." Carly bit her bottom lip and nodded shakily.
"Okay. Good night," she replied. "Morgan, can you wave bye to daddy?" She took hold of Morgan's arm and shook it softly and Sonny waved at Morgan.
"Good night buddy," Sonny whispered. Carly turned and wiped a tear from her eye and left the room completely. As Carly turned the corner and went out of sight, the paid assassin pulled his gun from his jacket and started for Sonny's room. Suddenly, Jason grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him against the wall.
"Who sent you?!" Jason demanded. The man dropped his gun and Sonny looked out of his window in surprise. The man struggled against the wall and Jason slammed him against it again.
"Okay! Okay!" he surrendered. "Lorenzo Alcazar sent me." Jason let the guy go and took his gun.
"You get out of here and never come back to Port Charles and I won't tell the police." The man nodded quickly and ran off. Jason walked into Sonny's room.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Alcazar sent that guy to kill you," Jason replied. Sonny shook his head.
"This war with Alcazar is far from over," he said. "He's not going to stop till I'm dead."
"Do you want me to take him out?" Jason asked. Sonny chewed on his bottom lip for a minute.
"Not yet. I don't want to have to kill him until I have to. I don't want my boys to know that their father . . . their father is a murderer." Jason sighed heavily
"Okay," he said. "Sonny, you just give me the word and I'll do it."
"Not now," Sonny replied. "Not now."
**
Carly walked through the front door with Morgan in her arms. Bianca was standing in the living room, rocking Miranda back and forth.
"Hey," Carly greeted her.
"Hey. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," Carly replied. "Is Michael still upstairs?"
"No. Your mom came by to take him to the movies."
"Okay," Carly replied.
"Carly, I don't mean to be nosy, but you don't look like you're alright," Bianca replied.
"Here. Let's put the kids upstairs and I'll tell you all about it," Carly replied. She and Bianca headed upstairs and put the kids down in their beds. They headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Carly put on a kettle of water. They sat at the counter of the kitchen and Carly shook her head. "I just broke it off with the man that I thought I could learn to love. He tried to kill my husband. I couldn't handle it when I found out that I'd been lied to. I am still in love with my husband. He tries to act like he doesn't love me, but I think he still does in his heart."
"Why don't you try to work it out with him?"
"He keeps insisting that he'll be okay on his own. He doesn't want to admit that he needs me. I need him too."
"Why don't you tell him that?"
"Because he doesn't need to hear that right now. He has a lot to deal with. He's paralyzed from the waist down. He's claiming that he can take care of himself. I don't care who he thinks he is. I know that he can't do everything for himself. He's too stubborn to understand that."
"It sounds like Michael and Morgan have two amazing parents that need to be together but are both too stubborn to understand it," Bianca said with a sideways smile.
"Sonny and I have always had that in common," Carly replied. "We're both bull headed and we don't like to lose. When he and I first got together, we hated each other. Sonny slept with me to prove to Jason that I was no good. But I got pregnant because we weren't careful. I was married and I was scared that I was going to lose Michael if I had Sonny's baby. I was going to have an abortion. I couldn't go through with it."
"I know what you mean," Bianca replied. Carly glanced at her. "My mother wanted me to have an abortion and get rid of Miranda."
"I'm so sorry," Carly said shaking her head. "I bet you're glad you didn't go through with it. I didn't go through with it either. I couldn't. So Sonny and I moved in together. He even got me a divorce from my husband at the time. Before I knew it, I was five months pregnant and then it ended. I lost my baby and Sonny and I split up. I was in love with him. I did a lot of stupid things that pushed me to have to marry Sonny. I was glad I married him. I almost lost him so many times and now I think I've lost him for good."
"Carly, I really think you should talk to your husband."
"It won't help anything, Bianca. It might make things worse." The tea kettle began to whistle and Carly poured the hot water into two cups and got out the tea bags. She handed Bianca a cup and took one herself. Bianca couldn't help but feel for the family that wanted to be together so badly, but couldn't pull itself back together. She wanted to help them somehow, but what help could she give the people she hadn't known for more than a day?
**
The next day, Carly woke early because she was meeting her mother for breakfast with the boys. Bianca was already up and in the shower when Miranda started crying. Carly heard the baby as she was putting in her earrings. She finished putting them in and hurried down the hall to Bianca's room. She heard Bianca's shower water, so she picked Miranda up and cradled her in her arms.
"Hey little MiMo," Carly said with a smile. "Good morning. Wow, you are so beautiful." Michael walked into the room as Carly cradled Miranda. Michael hadn't talked to her since he got angry with her yesterday. Now it looked as if he wanted to talk.
"Mommy?" he asked. Carly smiled.
"Yeah sweetie?" she asked as the baby stopped crying. She put Miranda back down in the bassinet and left Bianca's room. She and Michael walked down the hallway toward Carly's room and went inside.
"I'm sorry I said all of those mean things yesterday."
"It's okay sweetie. I know you're hurting because of the divorce. But I've got some good news."
"What?" Michael asked.
"You don't have to worry about Lorenzo anymore."
"Really?! Do you mean it?" Michael asked with a big grin.
"I mean it," Carly said with a chuckle. Michael wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and hugged her.
"Thank you mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Michael exclaimed. "I don't like that man."
"I'll let you in on a little secret. Me neither," Carly replied.
"What made you change your mind about him?" Michael asked.
"He tried to hurt . . . somebody that I really care about. I wouldn't have that so I told him not to come around anymore."
"Good!" Michael exclaimed.
"Have you brushed your teeth yet?"
"Yup," Michael replied with a nod.
"Okay. Go get your jacket. It's time to go meet Grandma Bobbie for breakfast." Michael went off to his room while Carly walked into Morgan's nursery and pulled the baby up out of his crib. She put him into some new clothes and took him downstairs. She put him down in his stroller and waited for Michael. Bianca came downstairs in her bathrobe with Miranda in her arms.
"Carly?!" she asked. She handed Miranda to her. "Does Miranda feel warm to you?" Carly felt the baby's face.
"She is a little warm," Carly replied. "I just held her a few minutes ago and she was fine. Baby's temperatures should get this high so fast."
"I'm going to get dressed upstairs. Do you think you could give me a lift to General Hospital?"
"Of course," Carly replied. She held Miranda who started to fuss while Bianca rushed upstairs. Carly picked up the phone and dialed her mom's number. "Yeah, mom? I can't make it with the boys. Bianca's baby's sick and I need to take her to the hospital. I'll talk to you later. Love you," Carly said into her mother's answering machine. She hung up the phone and went into the closet. She got out Morgan's old baby carrier and strapped Miranda inside. She took the children out to the car and waited for Michael and Bianca. They came out of the house together and Michael locked the door. They rushed to the car and got in. Carly sped off toward the hospital, hoping that everything was okay with baby Miranda.
**
Sonny woke in his new hospital room. The sun was shining into the room and a nurse was putting a little medicine into his IV. She left the room after a few minutes and Sonny stared at the wall. He missed Carly. He had realized that a long time ago. It hurt to wake up in the mornings and not hear his children laughing and his wife running around quietly, trying to get the kids dressed. It was like there was a hole in his soul that nobody could repair except for Carly. He needed her like he needed oxygen.
Sonny rubbed his eyes and he shook his head. He hated feeling so useless. He couldn't feel the lower half of his body. The doctor still hadn't come back to talk to Sonny about the possibilities of ever walking again.
"Rise and shine," Faith called from the doorway.
"What do you want?" Sonny asked.
"I want to tell you that you don't have to worry about me interfering in your business anymore," Faith replied. Sonny started laughing. "It's not a joke!"
"Then why are you doing this?" Sonny asked.
"Because I don't think it's fair competition. I don't want to try to take territory from a man who will be in a wheel chair, therefore being about half my height. It's not worth it. I'd say you've already lost enough . . . your family, the ability to walk . . ."
"Watch it, Faith."
"Hey, there are other fish to fry out there. I'd rather enjoy taking Blind Boy for all that he has," Faith replied.
"Have at it. But I need your word that you'll leave my territory alone," Sonny replied. Faith shrugged and handed Sonny the papers.
"There. It's written on paper," Faith replied. "It even says that if I ever try to mess with your territory again, I'll be sent to prison."
"You're serious about this?" Sonny asked.
"It was fun while it lasted. But frankly, I don't want to go up against a cripple," Faith replied. Sonny shook his head.
"Could you actually be turning into a nice person rather than a selfish bitch?"
"Oh, don't get used to this nice thing," Faith replied. "I'm doing this for your own good." Sonny chuckled.
"My own good. Right . . ." Faith rolled her eyes. Sonny flashed his dimples at her. "Oh God. Don't even start with that. I still hate you. I just don't want to be your enemy anymore."
"I still hate you too, Faith," Sonny replied. Faith stormed out of the room, leaving Sonny laughing at Faith's attempt at feeling sorry for him. Jason, who had been standing outside of Sonny's room, had heard the whole conversation. Faith saw him immediately.
"Faith, I'm surprised," Jason said.
"I really hate you, Jason," she replied. "You know I'd kill you in a heartbeat if you weren't working for Sonny. You killed my husband and my hatred for you will never go away. Maybe it's best you are working for Sonny."
"Come on Faith, you didn't even love your husband. You've been wearing black for show. I think it's time you changed your colors," Jason replied.
"You don't know the first thing about me," Faith replied. She gave him an icy stare and stalked off. Jason watched her for a moment and found himself not able to take his eyes off of her. He shook his head quickly and decided he needed to take his mind off of whatever just happened. He walked into Sonny's hospital room and Sonny was still laughing.
"It's good to see that you're finally able to muster up a sense of humor," Jason said.
"You should talk," Sonny teased.
"You must be feeling better."
"No. I feel like hell. I miss Carly. I miss my kids. But at least Faith provided a few moments of entertainment." Sonny was serious again.
"Do you know when you can go home?" Jason asked.
"They haven't told me anything."
"That's about to change," Alan Quartermaine said as he walked into the room.
"What are you doing here? This isn't your field of expertise."
"Well, your on call doctor had an emergency and wanted me to deliver the facts to you," Alan replied.
"Okay," Sonny replied. "What's wrong with me other than the obvious, Dr. Q?"
"The paralysis may not be permanent. There's a forty percent chance that you can walk again."
"I don't like those odds, doc," Sonny replied. "You're saying there's a sixty percent chance I may never use my legs again?" Alan nodded.
"Yeah," he replied. "Other than that, you can go home today. The nurse is brining you a wheel chair to take home."
"No. I'm not settling for this. I have to walk again. My kids need a father than can play football with them and play tag with them. They don't need a father who's a cripple!" Sonny yelled.
"Sonny, you can still do many things that you do on a regular basis. For now you'll be confined to a wheel chair. But there's still that chance that you can walk again."
"Thanks for your time, doc," Sonny replied with a shake of his head. Alan nodded. He left the room and Jason followed him.
"Jason, don't let him strain himself or push himself too hard," Alan said. "He needs to take it easy."
"That's not Sonny," Jason replied. "It won't be easy to keep him confined to that chair. He's going to find a way to walk again."
"I hope he does, but those odds are not good and he need to be aware that he will have a few limits," Alan replied. He walked away and Jason wondered exactly how Sonny was going to deal with this for the rest of his life.
Carly walked into Sonny's hospital room and smiled when she saw Sonny holding Morgan. She paused in the doorway for a few moments before she cleared her throat and walked in. Sonny looked up at Carly with so much love in his eyes. Carly could see it and she knew she was looking at Sonny and Morgan with the same love in her eyes. Sonny looked away. He couldn't do this. He didn't want to ever hurt Carly again.
"Hey buddy, your mama's here," Sonny whispered. "Can you give daddy a kiss?" Sonny kissed his son and Carly walked over and picked the baby up.
"Hey sweetheart," Carly whispered to her son.
"How'd it go with Alcazar?"
"God, I feel so stupid," Carly replied. "I can't believe I ever thought I could fall for him."
"That's all in the past now."
"What about this? Sonny, Alcazar did this to you," Carly started.
"And that'll be taken care of in time," Sonny replied. "But you should take Morgan home. He looks tired."
"Sonny, Morgan is fine. I'm worried about you," Carly replied.
"I'll be alright," Sonny replied. "Trust me."
"I should have trusted you all along. I'm sorry."
"Carly, it's the past. It doesn't matter right now," Sonny whispered. "Take Morgan home." Carly swallowed the lump in her throat and she took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?"
"I'm fine," Sonny said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll be fine." Carly bit her bottom lip and nodded shakily.
"Okay. Good night," she replied. "Morgan, can you wave bye to daddy?" She took hold of Morgan's arm and shook it softly and Sonny waved at Morgan.
"Good night buddy," Sonny whispered. Carly turned and wiped a tear from her eye and left the room completely. As Carly turned the corner and went out of sight, the paid assassin pulled his gun from his jacket and started for Sonny's room. Suddenly, Jason grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him against the wall.
"Who sent you?!" Jason demanded. The man dropped his gun and Sonny looked out of his window in surprise. The man struggled against the wall and Jason slammed him against it again.
"Okay! Okay!" he surrendered. "Lorenzo Alcazar sent me." Jason let the guy go and took his gun.
"You get out of here and never come back to Port Charles and I won't tell the police." The man nodded quickly and ran off. Jason walked into Sonny's room.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Alcazar sent that guy to kill you," Jason replied. Sonny shook his head.
"This war with Alcazar is far from over," he said. "He's not going to stop till I'm dead."
"Do you want me to take him out?" Jason asked. Sonny chewed on his bottom lip for a minute.
"Not yet. I don't want to have to kill him until I have to. I don't want my boys to know that their father . . . their father is a murderer." Jason sighed heavily
"Okay," he said. "Sonny, you just give me the word and I'll do it."
"Not now," Sonny replied. "Not now."
**
Carly walked through the front door with Morgan in her arms. Bianca was standing in the living room, rocking Miranda back and forth.
"Hey," Carly greeted her.
"Hey. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," Carly replied. "Is Michael still upstairs?"
"No. Your mom came by to take him to the movies."
"Okay," Carly replied.
"Carly, I don't mean to be nosy, but you don't look like you're alright," Bianca replied.
"Here. Let's put the kids upstairs and I'll tell you all about it," Carly replied. She and Bianca headed upstairs and put the kids down in their beds. They headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Carly put on a kettle of water. They sat at the counter of the kitchen and Carly shook her head. "I just broke it off with the man that I thought I could learn to love. He tried to kill my husband. I couldn't handle it when I found out that I'd been lied to. I am still in love with my husband. He tries to act like he doesn't love me, but I think he still does in his heart."
"Why don't you try to work it out with him?"
"He keeps insisting that he'll be okay on his own. He doesn't want to admit that he needs me. I need him too."
"Why don't you tell him that?"
"Because he doesn't need to hear that right now. He has a lot to deal with. He's paralyzed from the waist down. He's claiming that he can take care of himself. I don't care who he thinks he is. I know that he can't do everything for himself. He's too stubborn to understand that."
"It sounds like Michael and Morgan have two amazing parents that need to be together but are both too stubborn to understand it," Bianca said with a sideways smile.
"Sonny and I have always had that in common," Carly replied. "We're both bull headed and we don't like to lose. When he and I first got together, we hated each other. Sonny slept with me to prove to Jason that I was no good. But I got pregnant because we weren't careful. I was married and I was scared that I was going to lose Michael if I had Sonny's baby. I was going to have an abortion. I couldn't go through with it."
"I know what you mean," Bianca replied. Carly glanced at her. "My mother wanted me to have an abortion and get rid of Miranda."
"I'm so sorry," Carly said shaking her head. "I bet you're glad you didn't go through with it. I didn't go through with it either. I couldn't. So Sonny and I moved in together. He even got me a divorce from my husband at the time. Before I knew it, I was five months pregnant and then it ended. I lost my baby and Sonny and I split up. I was in love with him. I did a lot of stupid things that pushed me to have to marry Sonny. I was glad I married him. I almost lost him so many times and now I think I've lost him for good."
"Carly, I really think you should talk to your husband."
"It won't help anything, Bianca. It might make things worse." The tea kettle began to whistle and Carly poured the hot water into two cups and got out the tea bags. She handed Bianca a cup and took one herself. Bianca couldn't help but feel for the family that wanted to be together so badly, but couldn't pull itself back together. She wanted to help them somehow, but what help could she give the people she hadn't known for more than a day?
**
The next day, Carly woke early because she was meeting her mother for breakfast with the boys. Bianca was already up and in the shower when Miranda started crying. Carly heard the baby as she was putting in her earrings. She finished putting them in and hurried down the hall to Bianca's room. She heard Bianca's shower water, so she picked Miranda up and cradled her in her arms.
"Hey little MiMo," Carly said with a smile. "Good morning. Wow, you are so beautiful." Michael walked into the room as Carly cradled Miranda. Michael hadn't talked to her since he got angry with her yesterday. Now it looked as if he wanted to talk.
"Mommy?" he asked. Carly smiled.
"Yeah sweetie?" she asked as the baby stopped crying. She put Miranda back down in the bassinet and left Bianca's room. She and Michael walked down the hallway toward Carly's room and went inside.
"I'm sorry I said all of those mean things yesterday."
"It's okay sweetie. I know you're hurting because of the divorce. But I've got some good news."
"What?" Michael asked.
"You don't have to worry about Lorenzo anymore."
"Really?! Do you mean it?" Michael asked with a big grin.
"I mean it," Carly said with a chuckle. Michael wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and hugged her.
"Thank you mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Michael exclaimed. "I don't like that man."
"I'll let you in on a little secret. Me neither," Carly replied.
"What made you change your mind about him?" Michael asked.
"He tried to hurt . . . somebody that I really care about. I wouldn't have that so I told him not to come around anymore."
"Good!" Michael exclaimed.
"Have you brushed your teeth yet?"
"Yup," Michael replied with a nod.
"Okay. Go get your jacket. It's time to go meet Grandma Bobbie for breakfast." Michael went off to his room while Carly walked into Morgan's nursery and pulled the baby up out of his crib. She put him into some new clothes and took him downstairs. She put him down in his stroller and waited for Michael. Bianca came downstairs in her bathrobe with Miranda in her arms.
"Carly?!" she asked. She handed Miranda to her. "Does Miranda feel warm to you?" Carly felt the baby's face.
"She is a little warm," Carly replied. "I just held her a few minutes ago and she was fine. Baby's temperatures should get this high so fast."
"I'm going to get dressed upstairs. Do you think you could give me a lift to General Hospital?"
"Of course," Carly replied. She held Miranda who started to fuss while Bianca rushed upstairs. Carly picked up the phone and dialed her mom's number. "Yeah, mom? I can't make it with the boys. Bianca's baby's sick and I need to take her to the hospital. I'll talk to you later. Love you," Carly said into her mother's answering machine. She hung up the phone and went into the closet. She got out Morgan's old baby carrier and strapped Miranda inside. She took the children out to the car and waited for Michael and Bianca. They came out of the house together and Michael locked the door. They rushed to the car and got in. Carly sped off toward the hospital, hoping that everything was okay with baby Miranda.
**
Sonny woke in his new hospital room. The sun was shining into the room and a nurse was putting a little medicine into his IV. She left the room after a few minutes and Sonny stared at the wall. He missed Carly. He had realized that a long time ago. It hurt to wake up in the mornings and not hear his children laughing and his wife running around quietly, trying to get the kids dressed. It was like there was a hole in his soul that nobody could repair except for Carly. He needed her like he needed oxygen.
Sonny rubbed his eyes and he shook his head. He hated feeling so useless. He couldn't feel the lower half of his body. The doctor still hadn't come back to talk to Sonny about the possibilities of ever walking again.
"Rise and shine," Faith called from the doorway.
"What do you want?" Sonny asked.
"I want to tell you that you don't have to worry about me interfering in your business anymore," Faith replied. Sonny started laughing. "It's not a joke!"
"Then why are you doing this?" Sonny asked.
"Because I don't think it's fair competition. I don't want to try to take territory from a man who will be in a wheel chair, therefore being about half my height. It's not worth it. I'd say you've already lost enough . . . your family, the ability to walk . . ."
"Watch it, Faith."
"Hey, there are other fish to fry out there. I'd rather enjoy taking Blind Boy for all that he has," Faith replied.
"Have at it. But I need your word that you'll leave my territory alone," Sonny replied. Faith shrugged and handed Sonny the papers.
"There. It's written on paper," Faith replied. "It even says that if I ever try to mess with your territory again, I'll be sent to prison."
"You're serious about this?" Sonny asked.
"It was fun while it lasted. But frankly, I don't want to go up against a cripple," Faith replied. Sonny shook his head.
"Could you actually be turning into a nice person rather than a selfish bitch?"
"Oh, don't get used to this nice thing," Faith replied. "I'm doing this for your own good." Sonny chuckled.
"My own good. Right . . ." Faith rolled her eyes. Sonny flashed his dimples at her. "Oh God. Don't even start with that. I still hate you. I just don't want to be your enemy anymore."
"I still hate you too, Faith," Sonny replied. Faith stormed out of the room, leaving Sonny laughing at Faith's attempt at feeling sorry for him. Jason, who had been standing outside of Sonny's room, had heard the whole conversation. Faith saw him immediately.
"Faith, I'm surprised," Jason said.
"I really hate you, Jason," she replied. "You know I'd kill you in a heartbeat if you weren't working for Sonny. You killed my husband and my hatred for you will never go away. Maybe it's best you are working for Sonny."
"Come on Faith, you didn't even love your husband. You've been wearing black for show. I think it's time you changed your colors," Jason replied.
"You don't know the first thing about me," Faith replied. She gave him an icy stare and stalked off. Jason watched her for a moment and found himself not able to take his eyes off of her. He shook his head quickly and decided he needed to take his mind off of whatever just happened. He walked into Sonny's hospital room and Sonny was still laughing.
"It's good to see that you're finally able to muster up a sense of humor," Jason said.
"You should talk," Sonny teased.
"You must be feeling better."
"No. I feel like hell. I miss Carly. I miss my kids. But at least Faith provided a few moments of entertainment." Sonny was serious again.
"Do you know when you can go home?" Jason asked.
"They haven't told me anything."
"That's about to change," Alan Quartermaine said as he walked into the room.
"What are you doing here? This isn't your field of expertise."
"Well, your on call doctor had an emergency and wanted me to deliver the facts to you," Alan replied.
"Okay," Sonny replied. "What's wrong with me other than the obvious, Dr. Q?"
"The paralysis may not be permanent. There's a forty percent chance that you can walk again."
"I don't like those odds, doc," Sonny replied. "You're saying there's a sixty percent chance I may never use my legs again?" Alan nodded.
"Yeah," he replied. "Other than that, you can go home today. The nurse is brining you a wheel chair to take home."
"No. I'm not settling for this. I have to walk again. My kids need a father than can play football with them and play tag with them. They don't need a father who's a cripple!" Sonny yelled.
"Sonny, you can still do many things that you do on a regular basis. For now you'll be confined to a wheel chair. But there's still that chance that you can walk again."
"Thanks for your time, doc," Sonny replied with a shake of his head. Alan nodded. He left the room and Jason followed him.
"Jason, don't let him strain himself or push himself too hard," Alan said. "He needs to take it easy."
"That's not Sonny," Jason replied. "It won't be easy to keep him confined to that chair. He's going to find a way to walk again."
"I hope he does, but those odds are not good and he need to be aware that he will have a few limits," Alan replied. He walked away and Jason wondered exactly how Sonny was going to deal with this for the rest of his life.