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Ch. 13 Telling Mr. Man
Carly stepped out of the bedroom with her hair still dripping wet. The shower had felt so good, for a moment she had allowed herself to foget about everything that happened the night before. Everything that was still happening now. She found a note from Sonny that said he had something to look into and he would be back soon.
She and Sonny had come home late last night, or maybe it was early this morning. She wasn't sure anymore, the whole thing was blurred into a series of tragic events. Carly sat down on the couch and laid her head back against the cushions. She was exhausted, they all were, even though she slept she didn't get any rest. If that even made sense, which nothing did anymore. Covering her face with her hands, she let out a loud sigh.
Just then Michael came running down the stairs, straight to his mother. He gave her a big hug.
"Mommy, mommy. Where were you guys? I didn't see you come home." she knew he had probably heard about the fire by now, but she really didn't want to talk about it. When they had gotten home last night, her and Sonny watched him sleep for the longest time. They were so greatful they had been able to see him again.
"We didn't come home until after you were asleep. But we did come in to kiss you goodnight." she was hoping he wouldn't bring up the fire.
Though she knew that sooner or later she would have to tell him about his aunt. She just didn't know how she would do it. So she hoped that he wouldn't ask about the fire until she had more time to come up with the words to say to him. However, her hopes were dashed with the redhead's next question.
"I saw the fire on tv. Did everyone get ok?"
"Yes, Mr. Man everyone got out of the fire." Carly was picking her words carefully as she she tried to figure out how to explain the whole thing to her son. "But there is something I need to tell you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Umm... well you already know that we were all at the hotel, right?" she continued when she saw him nod. "Well, me and daddy and Uncle Jason all got out ok. But, you see, Aunt Courtney was in there for a long time and she got hurt. She's at the hospital now, would you like to go visit her?"
He nodded to his mother and then looked at into his mother's eyes and it broke her heart.
"Is Aunt Courtney going to be alright?"
"I hope so." she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now come on , get your shoes on and let's go." The little boy ran back upstairs to get ready.
Back at the hospital, Jason was sitting in the exact same spot he'd been in all night. He would have loved to get into the bed and lay next to her, but he couldn't take the chance of moving anything around or messing anything up. He just sat in silence and let his mind wander.
At first, when it happened, he was sure that he was just imagining it. It was just his mind playing tricks with his heart. But then he felt it happen again, she squeezed his hand. Jason squeezed back making sure she knew she wasn't alone. His breath left his body when he saw her eyes flutter open. He hadn't even noticed that he was holding the breath.
He couldn't remember ever being so relieved. He smiled and brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.
Courtney had opened her eyes and found herself in a room she didn't recognize. She could feel a small bit of fear rising in her. Only until she felt something else, someone was holding her hand. She looked over to her left side and saw Jason.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Jason. What's going on, where am I?" her throat hurt to speak, and her voice came out hoarse.
"You're in the hospital."
"Hospital? But why-" before the words had even formed in her mind, her memories of the night before came rushing back at her like a frieght train.
The hotel. The helicopter. The fire. Faith. The gun. The gun. When she remembered that part her stomach erupted with blinding pain. It was all overwhelming. She couldn't proccess everything, it was all too much. The machine on her right began to beep faster and her breath was coming short and labored.
"Jason..." she was gasping for air in between her words. " Faith..."
Jason felt sick to his stomach, Sonny and Carly were right. But that wasn't important right now, he looked at his wife as she was panicking right in front of him. He needed to keep her calm, which would be easier now that she was awake.
He stood up and put his hands on either side of her head, keeping her focused on him.
"Courtney, you need to calm down. It's ok, I'm here. Nothing else is going to hurt you, but you can't get yourself worked up. Ok?" she held his gaze and began to visibly relax. She nodded and started taking deep slow breaths.
"Alright, I'm going to get a doctor, will you be ok?" Courtney nodded and followed him with her eyes as he left the room. She tried to sit up and was answered only by another stab of pain. So she just laid in the bed, looking around the room and wished that she had at least just a little more mobility. She could barely move without feeling some sort of pain, and the idea of sitting or getting up was out of the question.
Sonny's cell phone rang in his coat pocket as he was about to get into the car.
"Corinthos."
"Sonny, it's Jason. Courtney's awake."
"How's she doing?"
"She's ok for now, but she keeps getting herself excited. She got really worked up last night and they had to give her a drug to calm her down."
"Did she say anything?"
"Yeah...she said, 'Faith'. Looks like you guys were right about that. We have to get this taken care of."
"We will, but not now. You stay with Courtney, I'll call Carly and we'll see you there." Sonny hung up angrily shoving the phone back in his pocket and he headed towards the hospital. This was something that Faith was going to have to pay for. She would not get away from him again.
Ch. 13 Telling Mr. Man
Carly stepped out of the bedroom with her hair still dripping wet. The shower had felt so good, for a moment she had allowed herself to foget about everything that happened the night before. Everything that was still happening now. She found a note from Sonny that said he had something to look into and he would be back soon.
She and Sonny had come home late last night, or maybe it was early this morning. She wasn't sure anymore, the whole thing was blurred into a series of tragic events. Carly sat down on the couch and laid her head back against the cushions. She was exhausted, they all were, even though she slept she didn't get any rest. If that even made sense, which nothing did anymore. Covering her face with her hands, she let out a loud sigh.
Just then Michael came running down the stairs, straight to his mother. He gave her a big hug.
"Mommy, mommy. Where were you guys? I didn't see you come home." she knew he had probably heard about the fire by now, but she really didn't want to talk about it. When they had gotten home last night, her and Sonny watched him sleep for the longest time. They were so greatful they had been able to see him again.
"We didn't come home until after you were asleep. But we did come in to kiss you goodnight." she was hoping he wouldn't bring up the fire.
Though she knew that sooner or later she would have to tell him about his aunt. She just didn't know how she would do it. So she hoped that he wouldn't ask about the fire until she had more time to come up with the words to say to him. However, her hopes were dashed with the redhead's next question.
"I saw the fire on tv. Did everyone get ok?"
"Yes, Mr. Man everyone got out of the fire." Carly was picking her words carefully as she she tried to figure out how to explain the whole thing to her son. "But there is something I need to tell you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Umm... well you already know that we were all at the hotel, right?" she continued when she saw him nod. "Well, me and daddy and Uncle Jason all got out ok. But, you see, Aunt Courtney was in there for a long time and she got hurt. She's at the hospital now, would you like to go visit her?"
He nodded to his mother and then looked at into his mother's eyes and it broke her heart.
"Is Aunt Courtney going to be alright?"
"I hope so." she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now come on , get your shoes on and let's go." The little boy ran back upstairs to get ready.
Back at the hospital, Jason was sitting in the exact same spot he'd been in all night. He would have loved to get into the bed and lay next to her, but he couldn't take the chance of moving anything around or messing anything up. He just sat in silence and let his mind wander.
At first, when it happened, he was sure that he was just imagining it. It was just his mind playing tricks with his heart. But then he felt it happen again, she squeezed his hand. Jason squeezed back making sure she knew she wasn't alone. His breath left his body when he saw her eyes flutter open. He hadn't even noticed that he was holding the breath.
He couldn't remember ever being so relieved. He smiled and brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.
Courtney had opened her eyes and found herself in a room she didn't recognize. She could feel a small bit of fear rising in her. Only until she felt something else, someone was holding her hand. She looked over to her left side and saw Jason.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Jason. What's going on, where am I?" her throat hurt to speak, and her voice came out hoarse.
"You're in the hospital."
"Hospital? But why-" before the words had even formed in her mind, her memories of the night before came rushing back at her like a frieght train.
The hotel. The helicopter. The fire. Faith. The gun. The gun. When she remembered that part her stomach erupted with blinding pain. It was all overwhelming. She couldn't proccess everything, it was all too much. The machine on her right began to beep faster and her breath was coming short and labored.
"Jason..." she was gasping for air in between her words. " Faith..."
Jason felt sick to his stomach, Sonny and Carly were right. But that wasn't important right now, he looked at his wife as she was panicking right in front of him. He needed to keep her calm, which would be easier now that she was awake.
He stood up and put his hands on either side of her head, keeping her focused on him.
"Courtney, you need to calm down. It's ok, I'm here. Nothing else is going to hurt you, but you can't get yourself worked up. Ok?" she held his gaze and began to visibly relax. She nodded and started taking deep slow breaths.
"Alright, I'm going to get a doctor, will you be ok?" Courtney nodded and followed him with her eyes as he left the room. She tried to sit up and was answered only by another stab of pain. So she just laid in the bed, looking around the room and wished that she had at least just a little more mobility. She could barely move without feeling some sort of pain, and the idea of sitting or getting up was out of the question.
Sonny's cell phone rang in his coat pocket as he was about to get into the car.
"Corinthos."
"Sonny, it's Jason. Courtney's awake."
"How's she doing?"
"She's ok for now, but she keeps getting herself excited. She got really worked up last night and they had to give her a drug to calm her down."
"Did she say anything?"
"Yeah...she said, 'Faith'. Looks like you guys were right about that. We have to get this taken care of."
"We will, but not now. You stay with Courtney, I'll call Carly and we'll see you there." Sonny hung up angrily shoving the phone back in his pocket and he headed towards the hospital. This was something that Faith was going to have to pay for. She would not get away from him again.