A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates!! Schools been keeping me pretty busy. I'll try to get the chapters up faster!! Hope you enjoy this one!!!

"Mmm. Jase this is so good! Want some?" Courtney asked me with her mouthful of Chinese food. I had to stifle a laugh.

"No thanks. You- you just keep on eating," I said, realizing the time.

"Jase? Jason? You have to take me to the hospital! Courtney told me. She was breathing heavily.

"What? What's going on? What hurts?" I asked as I ran over to where she was sitting, at the table.

"It's the food. Something- something in the f-food. My God, it hurts Jason, my stomach hurts so much!" Courtney cried. Her eyes were beginning to flutter, threatening to close.

"No, no you stay awake. Do you hear me? Stay awake Courtney." She winced in pain as I picked her up. Panic then shot through me as I realized that I rode my bike here. "Where are your keys?"

"Basket. On the counter." Courtney choked out. I managed to get to them and then I walked as fast as I could without hurting her to her car and put her in. While I was driving and trying to keep my ex-wife awake, one word was screaming in my brain. Alcazar.

"Morgan is driving her to GH right now sir."

"Good. Thank you," Lorenzo said as he handed the man an envelope stuffed full of cash. "Its about time Jason and Courtney got back together, I think. It'll be perfect when I tear them apart."

"How is she Monica?" I asked. It had been over two hours since I had arrived at the hospital with Courtney passed out in my arms. I didn't bother to call Sonny, or anyone else. I wanted to be the first to see her.

"Courtney is strong. She's still in serious condition because of the trauma her body went through while fighting to stay alive. There was some serious poison in that food. If a little more had been in there, she would have died. But if all goes well, she'll be out of ICU tomorrow."

"Is she awake?" I asked. The words poison and trauma were still fresh in my mind.

"No, but she should be soon. You can wait for her to wake up in her room if you want, just make sure that you say that she is your wife. I'm not supposed to disclose any medical information to non-family members," Monica said to her estranged son.

"I am her family." I said. Meaning it.

"I know you are," Monica replied, close to tears. "She's in room 46. ICU."

"Thanks." I said as I made my way to Courtney's room.

When I reached her room, I opened the door and tears filled my eyes at the sight before me. Courtney looked so pale and sick. Well she was. It terrified me that she almost died. I couldn't even begin to describe the pain it would have inflicted in me if I really had lost her.

I moved to her bedside and pulled up a chair. Before I took her hand I pushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Hey Court. You know, you know you need to wake up. For Michael and Morgan and Carly. They need you so much. I- I need you. I know that were not together and I understand that. But I will always, always care about you Courtney. I will always love you. I'll always be jealous of the men that you date. And I promised you a long time ago that I would protect you. And I will. Just squeeze my hand. Do something!!" I almost yelled, desperate for her to show me she was okay, that she would make it.

Knock. Knock.

I got up to open the door.

"Mr. Morgan, these are for your wife," the man said. I nodded to him and he left. I took the flowers and put them on the nightstand next to her bed. There was a card, but I didn't want to look through Courtney's things. I took my seat back at her side and as soon as I took her hand, she squeezed it and began to shake violently and yell.