Note: IT IS DONE!!! I have finished writing the story, although it is still about 100 pages from being completely posted. That being said, next week will have 3 chapters daily, and if that doesn't work, I'll just post them all before I move. I'm so pleased that I finished. I hope you all like how it ends.

Story-

Monica was in a unique situation. She was about to tell the man who could have easily been considered the most dangerous man in all of Port Charles if not all of the Northeastern United States vital information that Sonny not only wanted, but also needed. She could have easily fixed the results to say something else, but that would compromise her integrity as a doctor. Many times in the past her integrity as a wife had been challenged, but she tried to keep her profession and her life apart from one another.

The long lingering silence that was between Monica and the varied members of the Corinthos clan was far too long for Sonny's tastes. "Monica, any day now."

Monica was taken back by Sonny's tactless and rude request, but she knew that he was in that rare state of his life where he wasn't in control. It didn't make the way that he treated her acceptable, but she would ignore it for the time. "Things are progressing well," She muttered. She watched as everyone seemed to relax when she said that they were going well. "But that doesn't mean that everything is going to be okay. Several of Damian's ribs were broken on impact. We've no way of telling how fast the vehicle was going, but it certainly could have gone a lot worse for everyone involved. He also has a bruised tailbone, so walking may be a bit difficult for the first few days, maybe even weeks. However, it's nothing that won't heal. He didn't puncture anything and he is not suffering from any internal bleeding."

"So why hasn't he woken up?" Sonny asked. "Is there something that's wrong with his brain?"

Monica waited a moment, giving Sonny time to make another outburst if he wanted one. Since he made no actual motion towards saying anything else and actually letting her speak, she took it upon herself to do her job and inform the family. "His brainwaves are all normal. He hasn't suffered any brain damage. As for the reason why he was still unconscious when we took him in for the examinations we can't really say. The best guess that we have is that his body just went into a state of temporary shock and it shut down until he had enough time to heal."

"Has that happened before?" Courtney wondered.

"It's actually quite common, yes," Monica said. "It usually doesn't last very long, though. Something like that really depends on the person and their own level of healing. Has Damian ever had any injuries like this in the past?"

Sonny didn't know. He didn't know any of his son's medical history. Damian could have been allergic to something that Sonny would try and feed him... Sonny could hurt his son without even knowing it. "I... don't know," Sonny admitted. "We haven't known each other for very long."

"I'm sure that we could get in contact with a hospital in..." Monica tried to remember where Damian was from. Dillon spoke highly of him and when they first met and became friends Dillon would say that he had met someone from Los Angeles. "Los Angeles, right?"

Sonny nodded his head, "That's where he was raised, yes."

"I'll have one of the nurses get in contact with all the hospitals in the Los Angeles area. However, since it's such a big area, that could take some time."

"Monica, can I see him again?" Sonny asked, implicating that he would be the one that went into the room.

"He's recovering right now, Sonny. Even though we didn't need to do anything to his body physically to take the tests they can still be an exhausting time, especially on someone who is as drained as your son."

"I won't do anything. I just want to be next to him," Sonny was in a rare bargaining position, he was pleading for something that he couldn't get by himself.

"Okay," Monica caved in easily. "I'll take you to him."

"Daddy," Michael said, "I want to be in there with him and you!"

Sonny put Michael on the ground, "Buddy, you can't come with me right now. Daddy needs to be alone with your big brother, but you can see him in a little bit, okay?"

"Hey, Michael, why don't we see if the hospital has any cake or something else sweet that we can snack on?" Courtney tried to be the one who smoothed things over. She knew that Michael really wanted to be with Damian, but she also knew that it just wasn't likely or possible given the situation.

"Go with Courtney," Sonny ordered his son in the way that he always ordered Michael, a way that didn't actually make it sound like an order. "I'll come get you when you can come in and see him, okay?"

Michael took Courtney's hand, "What the doctor said... it was good, right?"

Courtney made a sound that showed Michael that it was indeed good. "We don't have to worry about your brother for very long, Michael. He'll probably need to stay in the hospital for a few days before he finally gets to come home with us."

"We're still going to come here and see him, right?" Michael asked.

"Well, someone will always be with him, but you can't because you have to go to school. After school, though, I'm sure someone will gladly bring you back to the hospital."

"He's extremely well adjusted for being as young as he is," Monica observed as Michael and Courtney walked away. "You should be proud of him. We are."

Carly and Sonny looked at each other at the implication. The Quatermaine's had no hold on Michael, not anymore. They let it slide for the moment, though. After all, they were very proud of Michael, too. "Is Bobbie still with him?" Sonny didn't want some person that he didn't know and didn't trust watching over his son. If he didn't know the person there was no way of telling if they could be trusted.

"Yes, Bobbie decided that she should have been the one that stayed with him while I came and got you."

"Wise choice."

Monica ignored that comment in the same way that Sonny had ignored her quip. They shouldn't have been dueling with each other, but there was something that would always be unsaid between the families. "Come on," Monica lead Sonny away.

As soon as they turned the corner, Carly was in an uproar. "The nerve of that woman! I can't believe that she said that. Why would they be proud of Michael?"

"Michael is Monica's grandson by blood," Mike said.

"Yeah, but you're his paternal grandfather in his eyes, and that's all that matters."

"To you and to me, yes, but not to Monica and the rest of the Quatermaine's," Mike didn't care for that family, but they still had a hold on the boy through blood that shouldn't have been ignored. "They're not the type of people who just let something drop without a fight. Even if never try and take Michael, they're still going to think of him as a Quatermaine. I don't see the problem in letting them care about the boy, Carly. You've got a lot of people who care about Michael deeply and they aren't even related to him. Some of them are employed by Sonny."

"That's different..."

"No, it isn't, not really. Just let it go."

Elsewhere in the hospital-

Now that Damian had been diagnosed they had moved him out of the section that he was in and placed him in one of the more common areas of the hospital. There was actually no limit on guests in the room, but Monica felt it best that Damian not automatically be barraged by the entire family. He had been unconscious for over 12 hours, the shock could be dangerous.

"I'm going to leave you alone with him," She said as she turned around.

"Monica, I may not say it a lot, but I owe you my thanks for helping my son."

"I was just doing my job," Monica replied. "Besides, if he is going to be a doctor, I'd rather like to keep the potentials alive."

"I'll see to it that he becomes one," Sonny remarked.

"Don't force him into anything... I'll be back within the hour just to check up on him."

Bobbie smiled, knowing full well that Sonny had heard the good news. She could see it in his eyes, they weren't depressed. They weren't shining, but he knew that things weren't going to be as bad as they could have been. "I'm sure you've heard it from Monica, but he's very lucky."

"I know he is."

"I'll leave the two of you alone," Bobbie walked past Sonny. "If anything happens, his call button is on the left."

"I'll keep that in mind," Sonny replied as he looked down at Damian. "You know, I don't really have a name for you outside of Damian. If it were Michael, I'd be calling him buddy or Mike... but with you, I don't have much to go on. Maybe your mother had a nickname for you... I wish I knew. I wish I had a chance to talk with her again, to ask her about you... but I guess if she had never died we would have never met. In her own way she presented us both with something that we could use to our benefit when she left you." Sonny shook his head, shaking out the cobwebs. "I'm sorry, I don't have very much to go on and I'm working off of a sleepless night."

"M..."

Sonny stopped breathing for a split second. He heard a sound come from Damian. He knew that he wasn't dreaming it. "Damian... it's me... it's dad."

Damian's eyes popped open without warning and he brought himself up in a fluid movement. "Michael!"

Sonny pushed the chair out of the way and grabbed his son, "Damian... stop... you're okay."

"Wh-what happened?" Damian felt a searing pain in his side that made him groan and grab his ribs. "Where am I?"

"General Hospital," Sonny said. "Damian..."

"Dad, is Michael okay?"

Sonny was glad to see that Damian still recognized him. He didn't have to worry about going through a cycle of remembering. "Yes... he's okay, thanks to you."

"Why am I hooked up to all these machines?" Damian asked as he tried to pull at them.

"Stop that," Sonny ordered. "You know better than to try and disconnect yourself from the IV. You were hit by a truck... you were knocked unconscious. You've got a few broken ribs."

"How long was I out?"

"All night..." Sonny brushed Damian's wounded head with his hand. Damian winced in pain. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Sonny sat on the edge of the bed, "You had 14 stitches in your heard because of the gash that you got when you hit the ground."

"I don't remember anything... all I remember was pushing Michael out of the way. I didn't want him to get hurt."

"He didn't get hurt. You saved his life. You could have died, but he almost certainly would have if he had been the one who got hit." Sonny patted his son's hand. "I don't feel that I tell you this enough, son... but you know how much I love you, right?"

"What?"

"When I thought I was going to lose you... I couldn't handle it. I realized just how much you meant to me and how much I didn't get to do with you. I don't want to feel that way again."

Damian put his head on the pillow again, looking at his father. "They say third time's the charm, right?"

Sonny laughed, "You just came out of a near-coma and you're already making jokes."

"Reagan got away with it..." Damian smiled. "Dad... I love you, too. Thank you, for being with me. I know that you didn't leave me while I was unconscious. I could feel you around me. It was like I was swimming... drowning in a pool that I couldn't get out of. Something was keeping me there, I guess it was myself."

"You don't have to worry about anything like that anymore. We're going to make sure that nothing ever happens to you again. Right now, though, you need to get your rest."

"Maxie..."

"Don't worry about Maxie right now," Sonny said. "Just concentrate on yourself. I know that she'd want you to concentrate on yourself, too."

"I should call her..."

"Damian..."

Damian was going to fight his father, but he had a feeling he was going through a case of 'father knows best.' He didn't want to fight with Sonny. He was in no condition to.