General Hospital-

"You spoke to him, right?" Carly was still frantic and finding it hard to think straight, but she knew, or at least thought she knew, that Sonny had gotten in touch with his son. "He's coming, isn't he?"

"Carly," Sonny was only slightly calmer than his wife, but it was hard to try and keep a level head. Sonny's ability to remain collected was often called into question, but when one of his children happened to be in danger there was really no stopping him from thinking about anything that could make the problem right. "He's coming."

She gave a sigh of complete relief, but she knew that the danger wasn't completely past them. "Where was he?"

"I don't know."

"Well… what if he's in the city or something?" Carly's momentary relief was completely shattered when her husband revealed that he had no idea where Damian was. "What if he can't get here in time? Sonny… our baby is dying and Damian's the only one who might have a shot at saving him…"

"Don't you think I know that?" Sonny inquired. "Carly… whatever you're going through right now, they are the same exact feelings that I'm going through right now. Don't do this to yourself, or to me. We have to believe that he's going to get here in time, because I know that if we keep on thinking that he won't it will only make the situation worse."

"He wouldn't leave Port Charles without telling somebody that he was going to be in another town, right?" Bobbie was standing next to Georgie. "He's responsible… where else would he go?"

"If he's with Maxie, I don't think that he went out of town. She has a shift in a few hours… if she wanted to go to the city with him she would have gotten the day off." Unless she decided to just not show up. Maxie was prone to having fits of whimsy like that from time to time. Georgie just prayed that her sister wasn't going through something like that… because it would have been the worst possible time.

Sonny picked up his phone again, gripping it in his hand. Everything had come down to a phone call. The only thing he could do to keep Morgan alive was call people on the phone. He'd been reduced to nearly nothing.

Carly saw Sonny. She knew how hard it was for him. She wished that she could have done something for him but the way that she was acting pretty much made it impossible for her to do anything that would actually be of any sort of help. "Who are you calling?"

"Jason," Sonny muttered. "We rushed out of the house so fast because we needed to get him here as fast as we could, but I know Michael was worried about Morgan… and Jason would be, too." He looked at his wife. "Do you want to make the call?"

"I can't right now, Sonny. Jase would just want to do something that would make me feel better and right now there's nothing that he can do, I know that and he does, but it wouldn't stop him from trying. I don't want him to do something that's just going to end up not being helpful."

"I understand." Sonny took a few steps away from the gathered crowd, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed because of stress and worry.

Corinthos Household-

Jason had moved to Michael's room with the young boy, looking for something to get Michael's mind off of what had happened, but he knew that it was nothing more than an effort in futility. Michael knew that something was wrong with Morgan, why would he forget about it?

"Uncle Jason…" Michael hadn't even started to play with any of his toys. Even the ones that were new. His mind wasn't on playing with toys, it was on his baby brother. "Is Morgan going to die?"

Jason looked down at Michael. Their bond was strong, one of complete trust. Jason tried his hardest never to lie to Michael, even when he probably should have. In that moment, Jason Morgan didn't know what he was going to tell Michael, because he didn't know what answer he was looking for.

Michael understood the silence. People always talked about how Jason would never say anything, but Michael had always been able to get him to talk. "It's okay… you know, if you tell me that you don't know. Mommy, daddy, Damian, everyone else… they'd probably tell me that he's going to be okay."

"We need to believe that he's going to be okay, buddy. Nobody wants Morgan to die."

"I know… I don't want him to die either. I love Morgan. But I know that when people get sick sometimes they don't get better, like with Damian's mom. She was really sick and then she died."

"This is different," Jason slipped down from the bed to the floor to be with Michael. "Damian's mother had something really bad. I don't know what Morgan has right now, but I know that if the doctors over at the hospital can do something to make him all better they will."

Michael scooted over to Jason's side, "I just wish there was something I could do…"

"We both do, Michael." Jason put his arm around the child that he cared for like he was still Michael's father. He knew the role was ceded to Sonny, but Jason would fight for Michael until his dying breath.

The sound of his phone going off caught Jason's attention as he reached into his pocket. He stared at the name for a lingering second. Sonny. What if he was calling to tell them that it was too late? Even if that was the case, Jason knew that Michael needed to know. He put the phone to his ear, "Sonny?"

"How's Michael?"

"He's worried… we both are."

Michael looked up, "Is that dad?"

Jason covered the phone with his hand, "Yeah, it is."

"Can I talk to him?" Michael asked.

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Please…"

Jason nodded his head and handed the phone over to the young boy. Whatever problems Michael was having with his father and his older brother they didn't matter when compared to what they were facing with Morgan.

"Daddy?"

Sonny was surprised by both the silence that was given, however momentary it was, and the fact that he was now speaking to his son for the first time in a few days. "Michael, did Jason go somewhere?"

"No… I just wanted to talk with you. How's Morgan? Did the doctors make him all better?"

Sonny didn't relish the idea of telling his boy that Morgan was still in some risk, but he also knew that there weren't many options available to him at that moment. "Right now the doctors are waiting for Damian to come. Morgan's sick and he needs something that only your big brother can give him."

"What… what if it doesn't work?"

Sonny leaned his head against the pillar in the hospital. How was he going to explain mortality to a nine year old? "We just have to hope that it does work right now, buddy. Listen… you know how much I love you, right?"

"Daddy, I'm sorry… for everything. Just make sure that Morgan's all right, that's all I want. I'll give Uncle Jason the phone back."

Jason took the phone from the diminutive hand, "What's wrong with Morgan?"

"He has a virus that's attacking his immune system," Sonny knew that Jason would have a better understanding of the technical terms than Michael. He coughed a few times away from the phone. "Normally it wouldn't be that bad, but because he's just a little boy… it's doing more damage than it would to someone who is even Michael's age."

"What are they going to do?"

"They're going to give him blood with healthy antibodies and hopefully that will have some positive effect on him."

"They have plenty of blood at the hospital, why haven't they tried anything yet?"

"Because the doctor said that it would work better if someone in the family gave him the blood. He has my blood type, but I can't give him any of my blood right now because I have this cold that will apparently only make things worse."

"If he doesn't have any immunity right now…" Jason knew a thing or two about how things worked inside the human body. "So if you can't give him your blood, then why aren't they giving him the blood that they have?"

"Because Damian has the same type as Morgan and I. He's on his way over right now, Jason. We're all waiting on pins and needles for him to actually walk through those doors and none of us knows how far he is from the hospital. If Damian can't give him the blood that he needs… then we'll have to go with another procedure. They… they said that if they don't get this problem fixed in time it could be fatal."

"It won't be like that, Sonny."

Sonny heard the elevator open and looked over, seeing his son push himself through the barely open doors, "He's here, Jason. I'll call you back when I have more news."

"Carly," Damian saw his step-mother first, "what's wrong?"

"Morgan needs your blood…"

Doctor Jenkins was thankful that the young man had managed to make it as quick as he had, but he saw something that was wrong with Damian. "Are you ill as well? You're pale… out of breath…"

"Ran… from… park." He put his palm up, "Feel… fine…"

"Hear that?" Sonny asked the doctor. "Please… just take him to go see Morgan and start with the transfusion."

Doctor Jenkins agreed that it was best for the procedure to start as quickly as possible. "Please follow me, you'll have plenty of time to catch your breath while we get everything ready."

"How long is this going to take?" Carly grabbed Sonny's hand for the emotional support once more.

"It depends on how well Morgan reacts to the transfusion," the doctor started to walk away, "but this is the best chance that we have. There's no real estimate that wouldn't be more than a guess. I'll come and let you know when something changes."

"This should have never happened," Sonny was angry at himself for letting Morgan get as sick as he did.

"Sonny, it was an airborne virus. Morgan was safe in your home… or at least as safe as he could have been. What happened wasn't your fault." Bobbie knew what Morgan had. The success rate was actually quite high as far as recovery went, but she wasn't about to say that fact… she didn't want to be wrong.

Sonny let go of Carly's hand and started to walk away. "I need to be alone for a little while. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Sonny…"

"Carly," Bobbie's hand went on Carly's shoulder. "Right now, he needs the time alone. Give it to him."

Chapel-

Sonny knew exactly where he was going. How many times had he been in the very chapel, looking to spirits that he couldn't even see for help and support? It didn't matter. Sonny was raised to believe in things like angels and guardian spirits. He believed it with all his heart and soul.

Walking over to the nearest unlit candle, Sonny created a small flickering ember on the wick. After saying a short prayer he looked up at the ceiling. "Stone… I've always believed that you would guard my children and their spirits in ways that only you could. I believe that you're the reason why I haven't lost any of them yet… please, Stone, help Morgan make it through this. Don't let them take my baby away."