Authors Note: Almost at 200 Reviews! Yay!

Kayla- Yes, Sonny's phone call to his father showed that Sonny can be mature about things that have such vital importance when it comes to his children. Or, at least my Sonny does, the show's Sonny is currently being a twit, but, with the exception of some very odd and unplanned parallels, the two don't really exist together.

Joy- I was kidding, I know that it's a big list (you also left out, on some level, Mac and Lucky, but we'll keep it quiet) and I sometimes forget such things myself. Yes, the people of Port Charles aren't really into rallying behind the sick and needy, even when they should. They are a shameless lot, they are. Especially that Sonny, man, someone needs to hurt him.

Journeylove- Why, thank you, I hope you enjoy the further chapters as well.

Story-

Emergency Room-

Bobbie saw that Sonny had come to the room. She smiled as she got off the chair and walked over to her son-in-law. "I knew you'd come."

"He's my son, Bobbie. Nothing could keep me from making sure that he's okay."

"But he's not okay, Sonny. He might not be in any immediate danger, but we need him to recover as fast as possible and wake up. Once he wakes up we can check to see if there have been any injuries to his memory or his sight."

"Do you think it's possible?" Sonny asked.

"It's always a possibility when someone has been in a car accident. That's just the truth of the situation." Bobbie took one final look at Damian. "Is Carly in the waiting room?"

"Yeah, she followed as soon as she got Michael settled down."

"The boy goes through so much."

"He'll survive," Sonny said bluntly. "We'll help him like we always do."

"I guess we don't have a choice, do we?"

"We don't have a choice in a lot of things," Sonny looked at the machines that were monitoring his son's heartbeat. It was strange. Sonny had felt fear before. He had felt the fright that comes with thinking that someone you're close to is going to die. But it was something that he couldn't exactly describe with Damian. He heard Bobbie open the door. "Bobbie," He spun around to look at her, "thanks for watching him. I know that you did everything you could and you didn't mess up at all."

"I take my job seriously. More so when it's someone that I care about." Bobbie closed the door, leaving father and son together in a silence that might not ever be broken.

Now alone with his boy, Sonny could actually see for himself what had happened. However, he wasn't moving very fast. No, he was being cautious, as if he didn't know what to do with the situation he was in. Could he hurt Damian? Hadn't he already done that enough? It seemed like he had. How many times had Damian been hurt simply because of Sonny being in his life? He couldn't even count the number of times that Damian stayed up at night growing up, wondering why he didn't have a father. The boy claimed that he never held it against Sonny, but how could that be true? Everyone wants both their parents to be around them at all times. Damian was an adjusted young man, way more than Sonny could have ever hoped to be at his age, but it didn't matter how adjusted he was, he still had to be feeling the abandonment issues that Sonny went through, that Sonny was still going through on some levels.

What Sonny did know was how many times Damian had been harmed, or placed in danger, emotionally or physically, since they had met. It was always one time too many. Sonny should have never been so adamant on keeping his son around, but he couldn't help it. He had a child that he didn't even know, a child that he desperately wanted to forge a relationship with. Now that he had gotten his chance, was it going to be taken away? Did his pleas to God, to Damian's mother, mean nothing? Would they still take him away from Sonny just because? Sonny knew that he didn't deserve to have anything in his life outside of violence, death and betrayal. He was fortunate that he had those rare factors in his life that could bring him happiness. He knew just how lucky he was, and because he was so aware of that fact it made him not want to let them go, no matter what.

The machine gave the 'blip' sound over and over that monitored Damian's heartbeat. Sonny couldn't help but look over. Was that what his son's life had been reduced to? A single bouncing line on a computer screen? Sonny felt the fear wash over his body as his eyes began to well up with tears. How could he live his life any further, knowing that he had something to do with what happened? How could he continue to function with the double standard that nothing mattered but protecting his family when he could possibly be losing a son because of the fact that he couldn't protect Damian? How was that justice? Sonny snickered to himself. There was no justice in the world, not really. If there was any it was corrupt. Sonny knew that the law would never work to his favor, which is why he always worked on the opposite side of the law. He'd help the police out, but only when they were an ends to a mean. He knew that people could slip through the cracks, people who shouldn't have even been allowed to live. Ric was one of them. He had managed to make a career out of using the law to his advantage, even when he had done some horrible things. People knew that he was the one that was responsible for putting an entire family through a summer of hell when he kidnapped Carly, yet he was still the ADA. If Sonny could have killed Ric, he would have. If Sonny didn't think about Adella, Ric would have been gone from all their lives long ago, and the world would have been a better place.

"Damian?" Sonny called out, sitting on the chair that Bobbie had been in and moving it up to Damian's side. "I know you can hear me. I need you to wake up, son. I need you to stay alive as long as you can. I need you to prove to the world, and mostly to myself, that I did something right in spite of everything that I did that was horrible. You're important to me, just like your brothers, on so many levels. It's selfish, I know, but I have this odd sense of pride that makes me think that if I can be in your lives and you turn out to be decent people then it would show that I'm not the horrible person that people want to believe I am, that I believe I am. I know you have a hard time seeing past the violence in my life, and I don't blame you, but that also means that you can't see how much you've touched my life. You don't understand how much you've improved me as a father, and more important as a person. You've shown me parts of myself that I lost or I never had. When I want violence, you try and get me to look for other ways of doing things, and I listen. I don't know why, maybe because I can feel that deep down you're right. I can never say it, because I'm not good at admitting that I'm wrong, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel it. I can't make nay promises. Not to you, not to me, not to God, but I know that if you come out of this, if I can keep on waking up knowing that my family is complete, I'll do what I can to make sure that nothing ever happens again."

There was no answer from Damian's shell of a body. Sonny knew he was in there, somewhere. He had gone through the same thing with Carly, and that was something that was caused because of him as well. It was like he was destined to put the people that he cared about in danger. "I know you're in there," Sonny said. "Maybe you're fighting to wake up, maybe you're fighting to not wake up. If you want to get out of my life, if you no longer want to be around me... I accept that. I might not ever be able to truly let go, but I'd like to think that I could give you some space. I tried so hard not to make the same mistakes that Mike made with me and Courtney, but I guess I'm always going to do it. I've been trying to show myself that I'm a better man when I might be a worse man. At least Mike just left without putting either of us in any physical danger. He couldn't have known that Deke was going to be the horrid person that he was. Maybe if he did know that he wouldn't have left, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he left before he could hurt us, before people would come to hurt us looking for the money that he owed them. I should have let you go before the people who want to get rid of me used you as a way of getting to me. First with Faith, now with whoever did this to you. I can't promise a lot of things, Damian, but I can promise that I'm going to find the person who did this to you and I'm going to kill them. I know how much you hate killing, but I cannot let anyone who did something like this to you or to anyone else who means as much to me as you do get away without dying. If I let the person live that just means that they can strike at you or someone else again. Michael... Michael wouldn't have survived if you hadn't have gotten in the way. You've been one of his heroes since you got here, but now you're an even bigger hero to him, and to me as well. I can never pay you back for saving my son's life, even though I know that you'd never expect any type of reward for saving your little brother. Don't make him live with the guilt of being the one that caused your death, Damian. As much as we brush over the fact that Michael's such a smart boy and can take a lot, he can't survive with thinking that he's responsible for killing you, and no amount of talking to him is going to make him think that he didn't do it."

Sonny grabbed Damian's hand and held it. He could feel the warmth of his son, he only hoped that Damian could feel the same. "Please... don't leave me."

Waiting Room-

Carly was pacing around the room like a caged animal. She hated not being able to stand by her husband's side. She hated knowing that Sonny was going through some sort of trauma and she couldn't be there to help him. Her love was too much to let her just stand around and not do anything. Wasn't there some way that she could manage to go with him inside of the room? Couldn't she appeal to someone? Anyone?

"Carly, stop," Courtney said, sitting in a chair. "You're driving me insane."

"This waiting is driving me insane!" Carly proclaimed. "How am I supposed to just stand around while my husband is fighting with the inner demons that he's always going up against when he fails someone he cares for." Carly slumped her shoulders, "Sonny needs my help."

"Sonny needs to be alone right now," Ric said. "Sonny needs to be with his son in private."

"How do you know what Sonny needs?" Carly asked. "You don't even know him."

"I know him better than you want to give me credit for," Ric countered. "It's not like Sonny's a very hard individual to understand."

Carly laughed, "He's got more complexity in him than you've got in that twisted little head of yours, Ric. Sonny's impossible to understand. No one can do it completely, not even he can."

"Regardless," Ric began, "he needs to see for himself what's happened to his son. He needs to spend a few minutes with Damian."

"And then what?" Carly questioned. "Are you going to make up some fake charge that blames Sonny for doing this to Damian and arrest him?"

"Carly, that's not fair," Elizabeth stuck up for Ric.

"Its okay, Elizabeth, I can take care of myself," Ric put a hand on her shoulder. "I may think that Sonny is capable of a lot of things in his life, Carly, very few of them are things that I would even want to think about. But I also know what he isn't capable of doing intentionally, and that's hurt one of his children. Whoever did this wanted to hit Michael, wanted to hurt one of Sonny's children. That would put Sonny as far away from the suspect list as he could ever hope to be."

"And I'm just supposed to buy that you're here out of the goodness of your black heart?"

"Couldn't I say the same thing about you?" Ric asked. "After all, it's no secret that you've felt threatened by Damian's mere presence in Port Charles. Maybe you had something to do with this, Carly. Maybe you hired someone to act like they were going to target your son, knowing that Sonny's son would do what he could to get Michael to safety, even put himself in jeopardy."

"Ric," Elizabeth didn't like where the conversation was going. She didn't like anything that was going on. "Could you take me home, please?"

"What?" Ric looked down at Elizabeth. "I thought you'd want to stay..."

"I'm just going through an overload right now," Elizabeth was being mostly truthful, but she also wanted to get Ric out of the hospital before things turned increasingly ugly. She wasn't sure if Ric was looking for a sparing partner on purpose, but she knew that he wasn't going to back down if someone wanted to get into a verbal argument with him. She played it safe. She didn't want to see anything like that, especially when they were all busy worrying about Damian. He was more important than some foolish notion of yelling with one another. "Please, Ric."

"Sure," Ric kissed Elizabeth on the forehead. "I'll come back after I drop you off."

"Don't hurry," Carly called out as they walked away. "Please, by all means, take your time!"

"Carly," Courtney got out of her chair, "stop doing this."

"Doing what?" Carly wondered. "Stop sticking up for myself and for my family when that twisted psychopath is trying to make it look like we had something to do with what happened?"

"We all know that nobody in our family had anything to do with it, Carly. Just leave it at that. Let Ric think what he wants to think, it's not like it matters anyway."

"You're right. I shouldn't have lost my temper." Carly turned and saw Maxie still standing outside with Georgie. "You know what's funny, Courtney? The first time I found out that they were in love I thought that it wasn't going to last."

"I tried to keep them apart, too," Courtney admitted. "I didn't want him to be hurt by Mac or anyone else who would think that the crime lord's son had no right being around the Commissioner's daughter. But, how many people tried to keep me and Jason apart at first? Sonny tried it himself. And look at how your relationship with Sonny started."

Carly sighed, "I'd rather not think about how that one started out."

"What I'm just trying to say, Carly, is that we shouldn't try and fight what we don't have any right to be against. Those two are in love... and I want it to work out for both of them."

"Yeah, so do I."

"You think we should go out there?" Courtney asked.

Carly shook her head, "There's nothing that we could say to her, Courtney. We don't even know her that well. Neither does Damian, for that matter. She's got her sister, that's all that matters."

"Growing up, I sometime wished that I had someone I could count on like that," Courtney admitted. "A sister that would always look out for me."

"So did I," Carly agreed. "But at least we can depend on each other now, right?"

"Yeah," Courtney said. "And I think we're going to need that bond now more than ever..."