Sonny's hand was shaking with the intensity and the weariness of a man that was looking to do something that would save the life of his infant son. Damian wasn't picking up the phone, and Sonny had already let it ring to the message box three times. He left no message, he needed his son to pick up the phone right away, not leave a message for him to listen to in a few hours. Or even minutes. Sonny didn't really know how much time Morgan had. He would have already done the transfusion himself, but as the doctor had pointed out, Sonny's blood at that moment, fighting off some sort of viral infection of its own, was the last thing that Morgan needed in his own system.

"Why the hell isn't he picking up the damned phone?" Sonny's anger and fear were intensified.

Bobbie watched her son-in-law. She knew how much the boys meant to Sonny, that was part of the reason why she had stopped trying to push Carly away from him. Even with all his problems, Sonny was the best father that Michael and Morgan were likely to get. Bobbie also knew that Carly wasn't going to be much help in the situation. "Do you even know where he is?"

Sonny didn't know the exact location, but he had enough information for there to be something that he could have done. "Maxie… he's with Maxie." His brown eyes shot over to Georgie. "Georgie, please call your sister… if she picks up…"

"I'll tell her to bring him right over, Mr. Corinthos," Georgie never thought that she would have to help Sonny Corinthos in any endeavor. But it was better for her to help him save Morgan's life than it was to make an illegal shipment of some sort. Mac couldn't hold it against Georgie for wanting to help a baby live a healthy life, could he?

Pulling out her phone, Georgie pressed the button on her phone that would connect to Maxie's phone. She turned her back to the three adults, not wanting to let any of them actually look at her. She knew that a lot was depending on her getting through to her sister, but what if Maxie wasn't answering the phone either? One ring, followed by another. There was nothing but continued ringing. "Come on, Maxie… pick up." Finally, the sound of Maxie's voice was heard, but it was her voicemail.

Dejected and afraid, the teen knew that she needed to tell Sonny and Carly the truth. Would they be upset with her? "I'm really sorry… but she's not answering right now either. I'll keep on trying…"

"So will I," Sonny didn't hold the girl at fault. How could she be responsible for her sister? They weren't even around one another.

Elsewhere-

"This has really helped," Damian held Maxie's hand, feeling the cool metal of the bracelet press against his warm wrist.

"I thought it would," Maxie smiled. She loved it when she could have him all to herself. There wasn't anyone else around but the two of them. It didn't seem to happen that often. "I saw you… I knew that you would want to get away from whatever it was that was bothering you."

"It's still bothering me," Damian said softly. "I don't think it will ever stop bothering me."

She looked over at him. He had always been such a strong person. He had helped her through so much and even when his own life was in shambles, like when he was in prison, facing a life of being incarcerated for something that he didn't do, Damian still managed to somehow keep his cool. He wasn't that type of person at that moment. She saw him for what he was at the core of his being. Afraid, alone.

She did the only thing that she felt she could have done. She gripped his hand even tighter, feeling their bodies lock together at the fingertips. "You know, when I'm not going through one of my many problems, most of which you've helped me with in some way or the other, I'm a pretty good listener."

"I don't need you to listen."

She lowered her eyes, hurt by the comment. "Is it because you don't trust me enough?" She knew that trust was something that meant the world to him, but she also knew that he didn't really trust her with everything, because he didn't have a choice. If Damian could have, he would have been honest with her about everything, but he was a Corinthos. There was a code that he had been forced into, however unwittingly it may have been.

"Of course not," he denied the claim, since it was as far from the truth as it possibly could have been. "I don't need you to listen to my problems because having you around me makes them easier to deal with. You, just being here, its enough, Maxie. It's all that I need."

They walked back to the bench where their jackets were placed over the side. They had been looking out at the partially frozen lake. The body of water was too large to be completely frozen, but there were still chunks of frozen ice that drifted about. The light bounced off of them in a beautiful manner.

"But if you wanted to talk to me about whatever it is that's bugging you, you would, right?"

"Why would I want to ruin a moment like this with something that doesn't matter?" Damian asked. "Our lives are complicated Maxie, all lives are. Something just seems to like putting us through turmoil more than I would have ever expected. How often do we get moments like this? Where it's just the two of us, alone, in love?"

"And what do you intend to do with this moment of ours?" Maxie grinned devilishly.

"I'll show you," he leaned in to give her a sweet and tender kiss on the lips, but something stopped him from doing it. The sound of his phone going off. Groaning, he pulled his head away, looking at the jacket, "I think I jinxed it…"

"You didn't have to."

"It sounds like your phone is ringing, too…"

"Whatever it is, it can wait," she took the moment to finish what he had almost started, pushing herself forward, hands wrapped around his neck as their lips came together. The sound of the phones ringing simultaneously were not silenced, but in that moment, they certainly didn't seem to matter.

Morgan Household-

"Hey, what's up?" Dillon knew that it was Georgie on the other line from the caller ID. He was editing some of the footage that he had filmed with the present that Courtney and Jason had gotten. He had to be extra careful with what ended up making it to the final cut. Anything with him and his friends was okay, but if there was even the slightest glimpse of Sonny, Jason or any of the other people in the organization… things became much more complicated.

"Dillon…"

Dillon stopped what he was doing. He knew the sound of Georgie's voice better than anyone else. He knew how she sounded when she was happy, but he also knew how she sounded when she was scared, hurt or sad. His mood switched over to that of extreme concern. "Georgie, what's wrong?"

"Morgan's really sick…"

"Baby Morgan?"

"Yeah," she took a minute to get it together. Sonny and Carly were starting to make her feel even more worried. They were in such pain, it was easy to empathize. "And right now the best shot that he has of getting better is getting a blood transfusion, but Sonny can't give it to him because he's sick right now… and nobody can get in touch with Damian."

"He's not over here… I haven't seen him today."

"I know. He's with Maxie. But she's not picking up her phone either and now I'm worried about them. What if something happened?" She was careful to keep her voice down. If it hadn't occurred to Sonny that something might have happened to yet another one of his children then she didn't want to be the one who brought the matter to his attention.

"Georgie, don't think like that right now," Dillon got off the couch. "You know what? I'm going over to the hospital right now. Do you want me to stay on the line?"

"No. I need to keep on trying to call Maxie. Dillon, if you could try Damian's cell… I don't know. Maybe if he sees how many people are trying to get in touch with him right now he'll know that something is wrong."

"That's a good idea," he wasn't saying it simply to make her feel like she was doing something that was helpful, it really was a good idea. "I'll keep trying until one of us gets through. What do I tell him if I talk to him?"

"Tell him that he needs to get over to the hospital right away…"

"Georgie, stay calm, okay? Right now you need to do your best to make sure that Sonny and Carly keep themselves together, and you can't do that if you're barely able to stand. Everything is going to be all right. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. Hurry, Dillon. Please." Georgie ended the call.

Dillon grabbed his jacket and frantically put it on, his fingers moving as quickly as they possibly could. "Come on, man, pick up your stupid phone!" He shut the door to the penthouse, the phone continuing to ring.

General Hospital-

"Was that Maxie?"

Georgie spun around to see Carly standing right there. "What? N-no… it was Dillon…"

Carly's temper flared. "We asked you to call your sister, why the hell are you calling your boyfriend while my baby is dying? I know how erratic those teenage hormones can be, Georgie, but nothing should take priority over Morgan right now!"

"I… I…"

"Carly, stop," Bobbie pulled her daughter away from the innocent and scared teenager. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping Georgie get her priorities straight!"

"I called him because I figured that if more people were calling Damian he would know that something was wrong…" Georgie was still shaking. Carly was nice some times, but more often than not she was intimidating. In that precise moment, she was just downright scary.

"Good idea," Bobbie complimented Georgie before once more directing her attentions to her daughter. "See? Georgie was thinking about your son. She couldn't get in touch with her sister, but that doesn't mean that she just gave up entirely."

"Okay… I'm sorry, Georgie." Carly meant the apology, but being sympathetic or apologetic was something that she wasn't really capable of doing in that moment. "Please, keep trying with Maxie…"

Elsewhere-

"Who the hell keeps on calling us?" Maxie wasn't happy with whoever it was that was keeping her from her alone time with her boyfriend. "Why don't we just turn the phones off…"

"I…" Damian was welcome to go with the plan, until he saw the phone and saw how many calls that he had missed. "Maxie…"

"What?"

"I've missed six phone calls already. Five from my father, one from Dillon… all within the past five minutes…"

"That's strange." Maxie was digging through her purse for her phone when she heard Damian's go off again.

"Hello?"

"Why the hell haven't you been picking up your phone?" Sonny was grateful that he had gotten through, yet angered that it had taken so long.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

"You need to be at General Hospital… now."

"What happened?"

"Morgan needs you," Sonny was cryptic, something that probably didn't help the situation. "Just hurry."

Damian was spooked. Morgan needed him? "Maxie… I need to go to the hospital, Morgan's there… dad says that he needs me."

"I'll come with you. It's not that far…" Maxie felt the guilt that came with the realization that she was the one who had kept him from the phone. Now his baby brother was in danger, and she was going to have him turn off his phone? It didn't matter, all that mattered was getting to Morgan in time. If they had time.