The last chapter… Well, this is the second day I've been writing this. I'm hoping that I get a response on what my beta readers think about this story, and if I get to antsy, or I feel it's taking to long for my liking (meaning I REALLY want to post)… I'll post anyway. I know, it ruins the point of having beta readers, but come on…. I'm excited! Okay, to all my favorite people -- Renee (THANK YOU), Britt (Shot in An Alley and Such… I LOVE YOU), Ash (LYLAS! LOVE YOU LOTS), Reily (Thanks, Girl!) Lisa ( Author of Second Chances, and such), Lisa (Author of PC High, and WDL… From FF.Net), Omally ( I CAN'T WAIT FOR ARNYT…. From FF.Net). I love you all lots and lots. Thanks to my repliers! You rock! And a note for Lurkers - PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE reply. You already have an account apparently, and it's a painless process. Anyway, LOTS OF LOVE
"Princess, you need to wake up for me. For everyone, okay? I've sat with you all night every night. I've listened to the pain your family feels. I've heard your family's prayers to God. I love you, Liz. I haven't been able to tell you, but I think it's safe to do now. I'm scared, Elizabeth. I'm not the kind of person to be scared easily. Actually, it takes a lot to scare me. I can have a gun pointed at my temple, and I don't break a sweat. But seeing you laying in this bed, and dead to the world scares me. Your mother blames me, you know. She says that it's my fault this happened. I didn't protect you like I promised. I'm sorry," Jason pulled Elizabeth's hand closer to his heart, and took a deep breath.
"Brenda's right, though. I failed you. I let you walk away, and I let you open for attacks. She said I hurt your more then any of this. I don't know why I didn't see it before. Maybe, I didn't want to see it. I stayed away, as a way to prevent hurting you more. All my attempts did the opposite, didn't they? Look, Elizabeth you need to wake up," Jason kissed her hand, and closed his eyes. He listened to her shallow breaths, and the steady beep of her heart monitor.
"I promised you that I'd take you to Italy someday, didn't I? I still will. I swear on my life that I will take you to Italy. I'll show you the glass blowers, and the lights. You can paint tons of paintings. The lights are so beautiful. Not as beautiful as you, Princess. Not even close," Jason looked out the window. He'd come in and begged her to wake up for hours. He told her about Egypt, Spain, and France. The dawn was breaking, and he hadn't gotten a single response. He heard heels clicking on the hard tile in the hallways. It must be later then he thought if people were arriving. He kissed Elizabeth's lips gently, and ducked out the door. Barely making it into the shadows as Courtney arrived outside of Elizabeth's room.
"Dr. Moon, I presume. I'm Courtney Corinthos-Jacks, Elizabeth's Aunt. Both of her parents are at home resting. I'll be discussing anything you need to talk about with you. Now, what's your prognosis for my niece?" Courtney put on her best game face. She had to be strong and do this. She had told Brenda last night that she would come in and talk to the doctor. Brenda had been grateful. Courtney had left before anyone had woken up that morning, leaving a note on her pillow.
"Hello, Mrs. Jacks. I have bad news about Ms. Corinthos. Her chances of waking up are decreasing rapidly. Unless we get a counter drug into her system now, she may never wake up," Courtney nodded at the doctor. She knew what she was trying to say.
"But you can't find a counter drug without knowing what the original drug is, right?" Courtney bit her lip and looked at the ceiling. She nodded, and looked back at the doctor. Taking a deep breath she put her mask back on.
"That's correct. We're doing everything we can to make your niece comfortable," The doctor saw the shock in Courtney's eyes. She had heard about the Corinthos temper. Looked like she was about to meet it full force.
"Comfortable? Comfortable?! No, No, No. Your supposed to help her, not make her comfortable. When a doctor says their 'making them as comfortable as possible' about a patient, you mean their dying. Elizabeth isn't dying!" Courtney shook her head and headed into Elizabeth's room without another word. Jason banged his head back into the wall. Elizabeth was dying.
"Elizabeth Imogene Corinthos, you wake up! You wake up right now, do you hear me?! I mean it, young lady! This isn't funny! God, Elizabeth! WAKE UP!" Courtney wrapped her arms around herself as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her voice echoed through out the room, but Elizabeth never moved. Courtney fell to her knees, and sobbed. She sobbed on the floor, and that's how Jax found her.
"Honey, it's okay. Come here, it's alright. Sshh," Jax kneeled on the floor and pulled Courtney into his arms. She clutched him as sobs wracked her body.
"She won't wake up, Jax. They say she will never wake up. She's dying! She's giving up!" Courtney stood, and wiped her face. "I'm going to the chapel. I need have to do something. I'll be back," Courtney kissed her husband's cheek.
"Don't do this, God! She doesn't deserve this! She's an angel! Let her live! Let her wake up! TAKE ME! Kill me! I don't care! I'd rather die a thousand deaths then lose Elizabeth. I know she's made mistakes! She's not perfect, and she know it. We all do! She's paid for what she's done, and then some. We've all suffered! Why are you doing this? Why won't you help her! JUST TAKE ME!!" Courtney screamed into the empty chapel. Her tears were back, and her fingers itched to throw things. She wanted to curse God, and whoever did this. She wanted to drink herself into oblivion like Sonny had done. She longed to go back and be able to forget so easily. She didn't hear Jax walk in, hear him talking to her, or holding her tight.
Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut. Her head was pounding. Her stomach ached. Her arms were sore. She opened her eyes slowly, and blinked against the light. Voices. She had heard voices. A lot of different voices. She had heard Jason's voice the most. Strong, and clear. She had heard people crying, lots and lots of crying. She squeezed her eyes shut again.
"Elizabeth, my dear. It's about time you woke up. I'm surprised that I slipped by your statue in the shadows. Mr. Morgan is quite protective isn't he?" That voice. It was the voice of the person who took her. She opened her eyes again. It was a woman, like she had known before.
"Your dead! How can it be you who took me?" Elizabeth's voice was hoarse, and her throat burned.
"Hush, Elizabeth. You've been asleep for awhile. Your body reacted bad to the shot I gave you. Whatever it was," The woman poured Elizabeth some water, and held the cup as she drank.
"Where's my family?" Elizabeth asked, looking around the hospital room.
"Your Aunt is in the chapel with her husband. Ric, Alexis, the kids, and your parents are sleeping. Their all beyond exhaustion. Oh, and Morgan is lurking in the shadows outside your room," The woman examined her manicured nails, and smiled. "I was only trying to warn Sonny of impending danger. Not danger from me, but danger I've found. I didn't mean to do this to you,"
"How long have I been asleep?" Elizabeth rubbed her temples. Her entire body ached from the simple moment, and she guessed it was awhile.
"Almost a week," Her kidnapper replied softly.
"Where am I?" Elizabeth demanded.
"At GH. Jason Morgan found you and brought you in. Your family and friends have all been in with you. Your family sits out in the waiting room from dawn to late night. Then, Jason sneaks in and ducks out in the morning. He lurks in the shadows all day. Un noticed by everyone," Elizabeth's abductor seemed nervous. "Elizabeth, I'm truly sorry,"
"It's fine, as long as I'm with my family. You only meant to protect my family. I don't get how your alive," Elizabeth whispered, trying to figure the mess out.
"I don't know what you mean," The woman stepped closer to the bed.
"Your dead. You died in a car bombing years ago," Elizabeth whispered softly.
"You must have me confused with someone else," The woman said shocked.
"No, I don't!" Elizabeth's voice raised a bit.
"I'm afraid you do," The woman sat on the foot of the bed, and Elizabeth looked into her eyes.
"Your Lily Rivera,"
The End