Warning Shots
Carly felt as her office was a revolving door, every time she looked up or heard even the slightest noise someone was standing in front of her with a problem or a paper to sign. She was starting to relax and catch up on the booking when the door flung open again, she left out a huff and didn't even bother to look up, "Doesn't anybody knock anymore?"
"I wasn't under the impression that I had to knock." Said a strong masculine voice.
Carly gently lifted her eyes up from her papers, "Jason what are doing here so soon?"
"It's eleven o'clock, remember we're suppose to be at the plane in a half in hour."
"Yeah, I know, it's just that I didn't realize that it was so late." Carly shut the book in her desk.
"Are you finished here?"
"No, but someone else can do it, because right now I'm officially on vacation." She grabbed her purse off the chair beside her desk, "I'm ready to go, whisk me away."
"My pleasure." Jason commented as he took her hand and escorted her out the door.
They arrived at the gate twenty minutes later, their luggage had already been put on the plane, they had said goodbye to their children, all the had to do was get on and take off. Michael and Zoe watched with Leticia as they took off from the landing, waving until the plane was out of site.
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The gunshot rang out loudly, everyone in the plaza hit the ground, it was like a scene out of an old movie where the mobsters opened fire in a club and rubbed out the unwanted rivals. But this wasn't a movie, they weren't actors and this was reality.
Marco sat the table back up and knelt down to where Sonny and Skye were laying on the ground, Sonny's white shirt was stained red, he held tightly onto Skye who looked like she was going to pass out at any moment.
Marco then realized that the blood on Sonny's shirt and the blood running down the sidewalk wasn't his employers, but yet that of his wife. "Stay with me Skye." Sonny kept repeating over and over. Johnny chased down the man as Marco called for help.
"Sonny" Skye whispered.
"You're going to be alright." Sonny assured her.
Skye tried to keep her eyes open, she was fighting it with all she had, but it just wasn't enough. Her eye lids fluttered a few times before finally closing, "I love you and the children." She whispered faintly. Everything was suddenly silent and then she slipped into the darkness.
"Skye" Sonny cried over and over again, but received no response. He cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and fourth. Marco made his way over to where they were. He tried to loosen Sonny's grip, "Mr. Corinthos, I need to make sure she's still breathing." Marco felt for a pulse in her neck, but only picked up on a faint movement. He watched to see if her chest was moving up and down.
"Mrs. Corinthos has very shallow breath sounds, I need you to let go of her so I can start CPR."
All Sonny could do was nod, he watched as Marco took his wife out of his arms and lay her flat on the ground. He tilted her head back, parted her lips and began mouth to mouth. He gave three breaths and waited to see if she would respond. She didn't. He did this again and again.
Marco's fingers pressed into the side of her neck, she was losing what little pulse she had. Then he felt nothing. "No, no." He kept repeating. He swore under his breath, he moved his hand to under her left breast where he felt light flutters. He gave her mouth to mouth once again.
Finally, she showed signs of shallow breath sounds once again. Marco undid a few buttons on her shirt and found a bullet entrance on her upper left chest. He moved his hand around to her back, there was no blood, the bullet remained in her chest.
The paramedics finally arrived, they started an IV, put her on oxygen and loaded her up to transfer her to the local hospital. Sonny rode in the ambulance, he was silent the entire ride.
He kept thinking this was his fault, he was the reason she was shot.
There was pure chaos in the emergency room, he had to wait outside the curtain while they quickly examined her and then they rushed out with her stretcher and flew down the hallway.
"They're taking her to the operating room to remove the bullet, it may have hit a blood vessel or a vein and time is our enemy. I need you to sign this consent form." The doctor handed the clip board to Sonny.
He didn't have to think, he just signed and handed it back to the doctor and watched as he ran towards the direction they took Skye.
Sonny sat in the waiting room on the third floor, his head in his hands. Then something flashed through his mind. The children. "Marco."
"Yes?" He answered as he walked in Sonny's direction.
"I want you to go to the school and pick up Max and Zach, then get Antonio and Isabella from daycare and take them directly to Port Charles. A straight flight, no stops and do not tell them anything. Alan and Monica will take care of everything when they get there."
Johnny nodded and walked towards the elevator.
She was going to be alright, she was going to be alright. He kept telling himself over and over. Skye was strong, she could make it through anything. She had too.
It had been the longest hour of his life and there was no word on Skye's condition. He had to call Alan. He took his cell phone out of her pocket and dialed the number. "Alan, it's Sonny, I'm sending the children to Port Charles to stay with you and Monica for a while."
"Is there anything wrong?" Alan asked.
"It's Skye."
"Skye? What happened is she alright?"
"I don't know yet, I'm in the waiting room, she's been in there for over an hour now and they haven't told me a damn thing."
Alan became panicked, "Skye's in surgery? Why?"
Sonny rubbed his hand over his face, he didn't want to have to tell Alan, but he had to, "We were having lunch in the village and she was shot."
"Oh my god. Where? Where was my daughter shot?"
"In the chest."
There were several seconds of silence, "Sonny, as soon as you know more, I want you to call me back."
"I will." Sonny ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He continued to wait.
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Jason and Carly were all alone, flying over the bright blue ocean. They were curled up together on the couch.
Jason placed a small kiss on her lips, "What do you want to do when we get there?"
"Lay on the beach for hours, taking in the sunlight and then ocean and then I want to have dinner a restaurant that doesn't serve Italian food and then I want to go back to the hotel room and not not leave for the next two weeks. I want to spend every waking moment and every sleeping moment in your arms."
Jason kissed her forehead, "How did I ever get so lucky?"
"It was fate." Carly told him, "Pure fate."
"Do you think Michael and Zoe will be okay without us?"
Carly laughed, "They'll be fine, we'll call them when we land. Besides, with school and Sonny and Skye, they wont even know we're gone."
"You're right, I worry too much." Jason confessed.
"No you don't, you're just a great Father." Carly assured him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't want anyone else to be the Father of my children."
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Sonny paced back and fourth in the waiting area, his hands in his pockets, if he didn't get word soon he was going to go absolutely insane. All this waiting was going to be he death of him.
A doctor walked through the doorway, still in his operating gear, "Mr. Corinthos, "I'm Doctor Santos, I was one of the surgeons operating on your wife."
"How's Skye, is okay isn't she?"
Doctor Santos instructed Sonny to have a seat, he sat down beside him, "Mr. Corinthos, your wife suffered a serve trauma to the chest, the bullet hit a major muscle and became lodged inside. Halfway through surgery, while we were trying to remove the bullet, she flat-lined."
TBC.......depending on reviews!
Please review!!!!
Carly felt as her office was a revolving door, every time she looked up or heard even the slightest noise someone was standing in front of her with a problem or a paper to sign. She was starting to relax and catch up on the booking when the door flung open again, she left out a huff and didn't even bother to look up, "Doesn't anybody knock anymore?"
"I wasn't under the impression that I had to knock." Said a strong masculine voice.
Carly gently lifted her eyes up from her papers, "Jason what are doing here so soon?"
"It's eleven o'clock, remember we're suppose to be at the plane in a half in hour."
"Yeah, I know, it's just that I didn't realize that it was so late." Carly shut the book in her desk.
"Are you finished here?"
"No, but someone else can do it, because right now I'm officially on vacation." She grabbed her purse off the chair beside her desk, "I'm ready to go, whisk me away."
"My pleasure." Jason commented as he took her hand and escorted her out the door.
They arrived at the gate twenty minutes later, their luggage had already been put on the plane, they had said goodbye to their children, all the had to do was get on and take off. Michael and Zoe watched with Leticia as they took off from the landing, waving until the plane was out of site.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The gunshot rang out loudly, everyone in the plaza hit the ground, it was like a scene out of an old movie where the mobsters opened fire in a club and rubbed out the unwanted rivals. But this wasn't a movie, they weren't actors and this was reality.
Marco sat the table back up and knelt down to where Sonny and Skye were laying on the ground, Sonny's white shirt was stained red, he held tightly onto Skye who looked like she was going to pass out at any moment.
Marco then realized that the blood on Sonny's shirt and the blood running down the sidewalk wasn't his employers, but yet that of his wife. "Stay with me Skye." Sonny kept repeating over and over. Johnny chased down the man as Marco called for help.
"Sonny" Skye whispered.
"You're going to be alright." Sonny assured her.
Skye tried to keep her eyes open, she was fighting it with all she had, but it just wasn't enough. Her eye lids fluttered a few times before finally closing, "I love you and the children." She whispered faintly. Everything was suddenly silent and then she slipped into the darkness.
"Skye" Sonny cried over and over again, but received no response. He cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and fourth. Marco made his way over to where they were. He tried to loosen Sonny's grip, "Mr. Corinthos, I need to make sure she's still breathing." Marco felt for a pulse in her neck, but only picked up on a faint movement. He watched to see if her chest was moving up and down.
"Mrs. Corinthos has very shallow breath sounds, I need you to let go of her so I can start CPR."
All Sonny could do was nod, he watched as Marco took his wife out of his arms and lay her flat on the ground. He tilted her head back, parted her lips and began mouth to mouth. He gave three breaths and waited to see if she would respond. She didn't. He did this again and again.
Marco's fingers pressed into the side of her neck, she was losing what little pulse she had. Then he felt nothing. "No, no." He kept repeating. He swore under his breath, he moved his hand to under her left breast where he felt light flutters. He gave her mouth to mouth once again.
Finally, she showed signs of shallow breath sounds once again. Marco undid a few buttons on her shirt and found a bullet entrance on her upper left chest. He moved his hand around to her back, there was no blood, the bullet remained in her chest.
The paramedics finally arrived, they started an IV, put her on oxygen and loaded her up to transfer her to the local hospital. Sonny rode in the ambulance, he was silent the entire ride.
He kept thinking this was his fault, he was the reason she was shot.
There was pure chaos in the emergency room, he had to wait outside the curtain while they quickly examined her and then they rushed out with her stretcher and flew down the hallway.
"They're taking her to the operating room to remove the bullet, it may have hit a blood vessel or a vein and time is our enemy. I need you to sign this consent form." The doctor handed the clip board to Sonny.
He didn't have to think, he just signed and handed it back to the doctor and watched as he ran towards the direction they took Skye.
Sonny sat in the waiting room on the third floor, his head in his hands. Then something flashed through his mind. The children. "Marco."
"Yes?" He answered as he walked in Sonny's direction.
"I want you to go to the school and pick up Max and Zach, then get Antonio and Isabella from daycare and take them directly to Port Charles. A straight flight, no stops and do not tell them anything. Alan and Monica will take care of everything when they get there."
Johnny nodded and walked towards the elevator.
She was going to be alright, she was going to be alright. He kept telling himself over and over. Skye was strong, she could make it through anything. She had too.
It had been the longest hour of his life and there was no word on Skye's condition. He had to call Alan. He took his cell phone out of her pocket and dialed the number. "Alan, it's Sonny, I'm sending the children to Port Charles to stay with you and Monica for a while."
"Is there anything wrong?" Alan asked.
"It's Skye."
"Skye? What happened is she alright?"
"I don't know yet, I'm in the waiting room, she's been in there for over an hour now and they haven't told me a damn thing."
Alan became panicked, "Skye's in surgery? Why?"
Sonny rubbed his hand over his face, he didn't want to have to tell Alan, but he had to, "We were having lunch in the village and she was shot."
"Oh my god. Where? Where was my daughter shot?"
"In the chest."
There were several seconds of silence, "Sonny, as soon as you know more, I want you to call me back."
"I will." Sonny ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He continued to wait.
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Jason and Carly were all alone, flying over the bright blue ocean. They were curled up together on the couch.
Jason placed a small kiss on her lips, "What do you want to do when we get there?"
"Lay on the beach for hours, taking in the sunlight and then ocean and then I want to have dinner a restaurant that doesn't serve Italian food and then I want to go back to the hotel room and not not leave for the next two weeks. I want to spend every waking moment and every sleeping moment in your arms."
Jason kissed her forehead, "How did I ever get so lucky?"
"It was fate." Carly told him, "Pure fate."
"Do you think Michael and Zoe will be okay without us?"
Carly laughed, "They'll be fine, we'll call them when we land. Besides, with school and Sonny and Skye, they wont even know we're gone."
"You're right, I worry too much." Jason confessed.
"No you don't, you're just a great Father." Carly assured him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't want anyone else to be the Father of my children."
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Sonny paced back and fourth in the waiting area, his hands in his pockets, if he didn't get word soon he was going to go absolutely insane. All this waiting was going to be he death of him.
A doctor walked through the doorway, still in his operating gear, "Mr. Corinthos, "I'm Doctor Santos, I was one of the surgeons operating on your wife."
"How's Skye, is okay isn't she?"
Doctor Santos instructed Sonny to have a seat, he sat down beside him, "Mr. Corinthos, your wife suffered a serve trauma to the chest, the bullet hit a major muscle and became lodged inside. Halfway through surgery, while we were trying to remove the bullet, she flat-lined."
TBC.......depending on reviews!
Please review!!!!