Chapter 7
Carly and Bianca walked out of the exam room with the children as soon as Bianca had gotten MiMo's prescription. As soon as they stepped out of the doors, Carly saw Jason waiting there with the security guards.
"Jase? What are you doing down here?" Carly asked.
"Faith got shot and I took care of the guy who did it," Jason replied. "They're um, they're going to be taking me down to the station for questioning. Do you think that you could . . . take Sonny home for me?"
"Of course. Are you alright?" Carly asked, touching Jason's cheek where she saw some blood.
"I'm fine. That's not my blood," Jason replied. "It's Faith's."
"Oh my God," Carly whispered. "Jason, Sonny will want you to get Justus."
"I already called him. But I had a witness. I'll be fine," Jason replied. Carly nodded slowly. She and Bianca headed toward the elevator with the kids. Michael looked a little scared.
"Will Uncle Jason be okay?" Michael asked.
"Uncle Jason will be just fine sweet heart," Carly replied. Bianca was amazed at how well that kid was handling what he just saw down in the ER.
When the elevator stopped on Sonny's floor, Carly turned and looked at Bianca.
"Can you watch the kids for a moment while I go get Sonny?"
"Sure," Bianca replied with a warm smile. They all got off of the elevator and Carly walked down the hall toward Sonny's room. When she got there, Sonny was staring out the window as he sat in his wheelchair.
"Hey," Carly said. Sonny didn't turn his head.
"You shouldn't have told Michael about this," Sonny said.
"He's your son. He has the right to know. Sonny, he doesn't think any less of you."
"I don't want my son feeling sorry for me," Sonny replied quietly.
"Sonny, Michael is concerned about you. He loves you," Carly replied. "What did you expect to do? Shut yourself out of our boys' lives so they don't have to see you like this?"
"I don't want them to see me like this!" Sonny exclaimed.
"Sonny, you're still the same person. Just because you aren't able to walk right now . . ."
"Just forget it," Sonny replied. "Where's Jason?"
"Jason's being taken into the police station."
"Why?" Sonny asked quickly.
"Somebody tried to shoot him outside of the hospital. Uh, I guess the guy shot Faith and Jason shot him in self defense. The police are going to question him. Jason asked me to take you home." Sonny chuckled a little.
"I'll have Max come pick me up," Sonny replied.
"Sonny, come on. Let me take you home."
"I don't need you to help me!" Sonny yelled. "I can take care of myself!" Carly held her tongue because she felt the urge to lash out at Sonny. But she took a deep breath.
"Fine. Call Max. Let him take you home. But if you think for one second that you're going to hurt OUR sons by cutting yourself our of their lives, think again," Carly snapped. She turned and walked out of Sonny's hospital room.
"Where's daddy?" Michael asked as Carly met up with Bianca and the kids.
"Daddy made other plans," Carly replied. "Let's go get some ice cream and then we'll go home." Carly took her son's hand and grabbed Morgan's stroller.
"You alright?" Bianca asked. Carly shook her head quickly.
"I'll be fine."
**
Jason had been asked a few questions. Ric Lansing wanted to put Jason in jail, but Justus made sure that didn't happen. Jason was let go and he automatically went back to the hospital. He needed to know how Faith was and if she had survived the shooting. The last he knew, she was being taken into surgery. He didn't know why he needed to know. He was worried about her though.
Jason sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come give him some news. He stood up and he started to pace the floor. He felt like an expectant father. Why was he waiting for news on Faith? He was supposed to hate her. He wasn't supposed to give a damn whether she lived or died. But he did and he couldn't help it.
As he paced, the doors leading out of the surgical hallway swung open and a doctor came walking out. It was Mark Conrad.
"Are you Mr. Morgan?" he asked.
"Yes," Jason replied. "How's Faith?"
"Mrs. Rosco is in critical condition. The bullet was lodged in her brain but we managed to remove it without doing any further damage. Now, she is in a coma, so it's going to be touch and go for the next forty eight hours."
"So you have no idea if she's going to make it?" Jason asked.
"I'm sorry, there's no way of knowing at this point," Mark replied. "Do you want to sit with her?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so," Jason started slowly. "I don't think I . . ."
"She doesn't have anybody else. Plus, having somebody to talk to her might increase the chance that she'll wake up," Mark explained. Jason wondered why he even cared at all about Faith. He had killed her husband and she had done considerable damage to his life and to the lives of many of his loved ones.
"Alright," Jason replied quietly. "What room is she in?"
"She's down the hall in room 610." Jason walked down the hall and he stood in front of room 610. He saw Faith hooked up to monitors with tubes in her nose for extra oxygen. She looked like she was sleeping. She had a bandage wrapped around her head and she was very pale. Jason slowly sat down beside her bed.
"I don't know why I'm doing this. I just feel like I need to be here. Don't ask me why because I don't know. What I know is that I don't want you to die. I think that bullet was meant for me. If you die because of that I don't think I could forgive myself. Faith, you have to wake up. I'm sorry this happened to you. If you could just open your eyes and tell me how much you hate me, I'd be grateful. Please just wake up. Don't die on me."
**
Carly and Bianca were sitting in a little ice cream parlor. Michael was playing in a big bin of toy balls with some other children. MiMo was asleep in her carrier. Morgan was sitting in Carly's lap, helping her eat her soft serve vanilla ice cream. The girls had just gone shopping for stuff for Miranda and for Bianca. They were about ready to head home but were letting Michael play a little longer.
"I'm sorry about Sonny," Bianca said.
"Let's just not talk about him," Carly said, shaking her head. "He doesn't want my help."
"Maybe he really does and . . ."
"He doesn't, Bianca. He's a stubborn man and he likes to get his way. I'm a stubborn woman and I liked to get my way. We all have our faults."
"Carly, why don't I watch the kids tomorrow so you and Sonny can talk?" Bianca asked.
"No. You know, I think I'll go to lunch with Mark tomorrow."
"To make Sonny jealous?" Bianca asked.
"No. To move on with my life. I'm sick of feeling like this. I want to be happy. I want my kids to be happy."
"Your kids will be happy if you and Sonny can come to some understanding."
"Sonny and I understand each other perfectly. We still love each other but we can't be together because . . ." Carly's voice trailed off. She remembered something Sonny said to her a long time ago. "Because, like Sonny once said, 'we light a match, the whole house burns.'" Carly shook her head and she stood up. She wiped Morgan's mouth with a napkin and walked out to get Michael. "Come on Mister Man. It's time to go home."
"Just five more minutes?" Michael asked.
"Nope. Come on," Carly replied. Michael sighed and said goodbye to his playmates. He, Carly, Bianca, and the babies headed out to Carly's car and then toward home.
**
Lorenzo had been sent home from the hospital already. He was sitting in his quiet home with his niece.
"Uncle Lorenzo, I can't believe she dumped you. She dumped a blind guy. That's so not cool," Sage scoffed.
"Don't worry about it, Sage."
"She's a bitch if you ask me," Sage replied.
"That's enough!" Lorenzo replied.
"I know. You're still in love with her. That doesn't mean I can't hate her. She's partially responsible for this, you know. Her husbands limo blew up and left you blind," Sage explained.
"Sage, I'm fine," Lorenzo replied. "Why don't you take my credit card and go to the mall?"
"I'm not leaving you," Sage replied.
"Sage, please, I'm fine," Lorenzo said with exasperation. A knock came to the door.
"Who is it?" Sage asked.
"It's Sam McCall," Sam replied.
"Go upstairs," Lorenzo ordered. Sage scoffed and headed upstairs. "Come in!" Sam walked inside and shut the door.
"Hey," Sam said. "Bad news."
"What?"
"The assassin that Jason scared off and then came to you?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well, when he went back to kill Jason, he hit Faith Rosco instead."
"Is she dead?" Lorenzo asked.
"I don't know."
"This can't be good."
"Not for our assassin. Jason killed him and got off because it was self defense."
"Of course. Morgan never stays in jail," Lorenzo replied.
"Maybe we should kill him before we kill Sonny," Sam said with a laugh.
"We better lay low for awhile. I don't want to make another attempt until the time is right."
"When will that be?" Sam asked.
"We'll know," Lorenzo replied. "We'll know."
**
Sonny was home now and he was all alone. The penthouse was so quiet without the kids and Carly. He had almost forgotten about Sam. She only made things worse. When all he wanted was sex to take away the pain of not having Carly, Sam wasn't up to par. She wasn't enough to take it away. When all he wanted was somebody to talk to after the sex to get rid of the empty feeling inside, Sam wanted to cuddle and go to sleep. Sonny didn't need quiet or sleep. He needed his wife and his kids. He had screwed that all up. Carly had screwed up too.
Now it was too late. Sonny was crippled and he didn't feel worthy of Carly anymore. He felt like half the man he used to be. He just wanted to hold Carly in his arms and to play with his boys. Now he was confined to a wheelchair. He had to walk again one day. He knew that he had to. He did not want to spend the rest of his days wheeling his own ass around from place to place.
Sonny's phone rang and he wheeled the chair over to it. He picked up the receiver.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Sonny, it's me."
**
Carly was sitting on the edge of the bath tub as she bathed Morgan. He was sitting in his little blue baby bathtub and chewed on his rubber ducky. Michael was already in his room doing some of his homework.
"There's mommy's little guy," Carly said as she softly ran the wash cloth over her baby. Morgan giggled and kicked his legs. "I want to give you and Morgan so many things. We can't stay in this house forever because this is the house that the mean man bought. What do you say we go house shopping tomorrow?" Morgan gurgled in approval. Carly laughed. "I'll take that as a yes from my favorite little guy. Don't worry Morgan. Mommy is going to give you everything you'll ever need and more. I just hope daddy will too."
Carly and Bianca walked out of the exam room with the children as soon as Bianca had gotten MiMo's prescription. As soon as they stepped out of the doors, Carly saw Jason waiting there with the security guards.
"Jase? What are you doing down here?" Carly asked.
"Faith got shot and I took care of the guy who did it," Jason replied. "They're um, they're going to be taking me down to the station for questioning. Do you think that you could . . . take Sonny home for me?"
"Of course. Are you alright?" Carly asked, touching Jason's cheek where she saw some blood.
"I'm fine. That's not my blood," Jason replied. "It's Faith's."
"Oh my God," Carly whispered. "Jason, Sonny will want you to get Justus."
"I already called him. But I had a witness. I'll be fine," Jason replied. Carly nodded slowly. She and Bianca headed toward the elevator with the kids. Michael looked a little scared.
"Will Uncle Jason be okay?" Michael asked.
"Uncle Jason will be just fine sweet heart," Carly replied. Bianca was amazed at how well that kid was handling what he just saw down in the ER.
When the elevator stopped on Sonny's floor, Carly turned and looked at Bianca.
"Can you watch the kids for a moment while I go get Sonny?"
"Sure," Bianca replied with a warm smile. They all got off of the elevator and Carly walked down the hall toward Sonny's room. When she got there, Sonny was staring out the window as he sat in his wheelchair.
"Hey," Carly said. Sonny didn't turn his head.
"You shouldn't have told Michael about this," Sonny said.
"He's your son. He has the right to know. Sonny, he doesn't think any less of you."
"I don't want my son feeling sorry for me," Sonny replied quietly.
"Sonny, Michael is concerned about you. He loves you," Carly replied. "What did you expect to do? Shut yourself out of our boys' lives so they don't have to see you like this?"
"I don't want them to see me like this!" Sonny exclaimed.
"Sonny, you're still the same person. Just because you aren't able to walk right now . . ."
"Just forget it," Sonny replied. "Where's Jason?"
"Jason's being taken into the police station."
"Why?" Sonny asked quickly.
"Somebody tried to shoot him outside of the hospital. Uh, I guess the guy shot Faith and Jason shot him in self defense. The police are going to question him. Jason asked me to take you home." Sonny chuckled a little.
"I'll have Max come pick me up," Sonny replied.
"Sonny, come on. Let me take you home."
"I don't need you to help me!" Sonny yelled. "I can take care of myself!" Carly held her tongue because she felt the urge to lash out at Sonny. But she took a deep breath.
"Fine. Call Max. Let him take you home. But if you think for one second that you're going to hurt OUR sons by cutting yourself our of their lives, think again," Carly snapped. She turned and walked out of Sonny's hospital room.
"Where's daddy?" Michael asked as Carly met up with Bianca and the kids.
"Daddy made other plans," Carly replied. "Let's go get some ice cream and then we'll go home." Carly took her son's hand and grabbed Morgan's stroller.
"You alright?" Bianca asked. Carly shook her head quickly.
"I'll be fine."
**
Jason had been asked a few questions. Ric Lansing wanted to put Jason in jail, but Justus made sure that didn't happen. Jason was let go and he automatically went back to the hospital. He needed to know how Faith was and if she had survived the shooting. The last he knew, she was being taken into surgery. He didn't know why he needed to know. He was worried about her though.
Jason sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come give him some news. He stood up and he started to pace the floor. He felt like an expectant father. Why was he waiting for news on Faith? He was supposed to hate her. He wasn't supposed to give a damn whether she lived or died. But he did and he couldn't help it.
As he paced, the doors leading out of the surgical hallway swung open and a doctor came walking out. It was Mark Conrad.
"Are you Mr. Morgan?" he asked.
"Yes," Jason replied. "How's Faith?"
"Mrs. Rosco is in critical condition. The bullet was lodged in her brain but we managed to remove it without doing any further damage. Now, she is in a coma, so it's going to be touch and go for the next forty eight hours."
"So you have no idea if she's going to make it?" Jason asked.
"I'm sorry, there's no way of knowing at this point," Mark replied. "Do you want to sit with her?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so," Jason started slowly. "I don't think I . . ."
"She doesn't have anybody else. Plus, having somebody to talk to her might increase the chance that she'll wake up," Mark explained. Jason wondered why he even cared at all about Faith. He had killed her husband and she had done considerable damage to his life and to the lives of many of his loved ones.
"Alright," Jason replied quietly. "What room is she in?"
"She's down the hall in room 610." Jason walked down the hall and he stood in front of room 610. He saw Faith hooked up to monitors with tubes in her nose for extra oxygen. She looked like she was sleeping. She had a bandage wrapped around her head and she was very pale. Jason slowly sat down beside her bed.
"I don't know why I'm doing this. I just feel like I need to be here. Don't ask me why because I don't know. What I know is that I don't want you to die. I think that bullet was meant for me. If you die because of that I don't think I could forgive myself. Faith, you have to wake up. I'm sorry this happened to you. If you could just open your eyes and tell me how much you hate me, I'd be grateful. Please just wake up. Don't die on me."
**
Carly and Bianca were sitting in a little ice cream parlor. Michael was playing in a big bin of toy balls with some other children. MiMo was asleep in her carrier. Morgan was sitting in Carly's lap, helping her eat her soft serve vanilla ice cream. The girls had just gone shopping for stuff for Miranda and for Bianca. They were about ready to head home but were letting Michael play a little longer.
"I'm sorry about Sonny," Bianca said.
"Let's just not talk about him," Carly said, shaking her head. "He doesn't want my help."
"Maybe he really does and . . ."
"He doesn't, Bianca. He's a stubborn man and he likes to get his way. I'm a stubborn woman and I liked to get my way. We all have our faults."
"Carly, why don't I watch the kids tomorrow so you and Sonny can talk?" Bianca asked.
"No. You know, I think I'll go to lunch with Mark tomorrow."
"To make Sonny jealous?" Bianca asked.
"No. To move on with my life. I'm sick of feeling like this. I want to be happy. I want my kids to be happy."
"Your kids will be happy if you and Sonny can come to some understanding."
"Sonny and I understand each other perfectly. We still love each other but we can't be together because . . ." Carly's voice trailed off. She remembered something Sonny said to her a long time ago. "Because, like Sonny once said, 'we light a match, the whole house burns.'" Carly shook her head and she stood up. She wiped Morgan's mouth with a napkin and walked out to get Michael. "Come on Mister Man. It's time to go home."
"Just five more minutes?" Michael asked.
"Nope. Come on," Carly replied. Michael sighed and said goodbye to his playmates. He, Carly, Bianca, and the babies headed out to Carly's car and then toward home.
**
Lorenzo had been sent home from the hospital already. He was sitting in his quiet home with his niece.
"Uncle Lorenzo, I can't believe she dumped you. She dumped a blind guy. That's so not cool," Sage scoffed.
"Don't worry about it, Sage."
"She's a bitch if you ask me," Sage replied.
"That's enough!" Lorenzo replied.
"I know. You're still in love with her. That doesn't mean I can't hate her. She's partially responsible for this, you know. Her husbands limo blew up and left you blind," Sage explained.
"Sage, I'm fine," Lorenzo replied. "Why don't you take my credit card and go to the mall?"
"I'm not leaving you," Sage replied.
"Sage, please, I'm fine," Lorenzo said with exasperation. A knock came to the door.
"Who is it?" Sage asked.
"It's Sam McCall," Sam replied.
"Go upstairs," Lorenzo ordered. Sage scoffed and headed upstairs. "Come in!" Sam walked inside and shut the door.
"Hey," Sam said. "Bad news."
"What?"
"The assassin that Jason scared off and then came to you?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well, when he went back to kill Jason, he hit Faith Rosco instead."
"Is she dead?" Lorenzo asked.
"I don't know."
"This can't be good."
"Not for our assassin. Jason killed him and got off because it was self defense."
"Of course. Morgan never stays in jail," Lorenzo replied.
"Maybe we should kill him before we kill Sonny," Sam said with a laugh.
"We better lay low for awhile. I don't want to make another attempt until the time is right."
"When will that be?" Sam asked.
"We'll know," Lorenzo replied. "We'll know."
**
Sonny was home now and he was all alone. The penthouse was so quiet without the kids and Carly. He had almost forgotten about Sam. She only made things worse. When all he wanted was sex to take away the pain of not having Carly, Sam wasn't up to par. She wasn't enough to take it away. When all he wanted was somebody to talk to after the sex to get rid of the empty feeling inside, Sam wanted to cuddle and go to sleep. Sonny didn't need quiet or sleep. He needed his wife and his kids. He had screwed that all up. Carly had screwed up too.
Now it was too late. Sonny was crippled and he didn't feel worthy of Carly anymore. He felt like half the man he used to be. He just wanted to hold Carly in his arms and to play with his boys. Now he was confined to a wheelchair. He had to walk again one day. He knew that he had to. He did not want to spend the rest of his days wheeling his own ass around from place to place.
Sonny's phone rang and he wheeled the chair over to it. He picked up the receiver.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Sonny, it's me."
**
Carly was sitting on the edge of the bath tub as she bathed Morgan. He was sitting in his little blue baby bathtub and chewed on his rubber ducky. Michael was already in his room doing some of his homework.
"There's mommy's little guy," Carly said as she softly ran the wash cloth over her baby. Morgan giggled and kicked his legs. "I want to give you and Morgan so many things. We can't stay in this house forever because this is the house that the mean man bought. What do you say we go house shopping tomorrow?" Morgan gurgled in approval. Carly laughed. "I'll take that as a yes from my favorite little guy. Don't worry Morgan. Mommy is going to give you everything you'll ever need and more. I just hope daddy will too."