General Hospital-

The door to the elevator once more opened. Maxie Jones walked out of the device and headed directly for the nurses' station, where she stood, supporting herself against the desk as she tried to catch her breath.

If it were any other time, if there was something considerably less severe than the life of an infant at risk, Georgie would have gotten a slight chuckle out of seeing her big sister winded. Instead, all she wanted was a familiar face. She would have preferred Dillon, but Maxie was as good a substitute as she was going to get.

"Where… is… he…" Maxie wondered in between her heavy breathing. She didn't know that he could run so fast. It shouldn't have surprised her. People did things that seemed inhuman when someone that they loved was at risk. She'd heard the stories of those old grandmothers who lifted cars to save their grandchildren.

"He went with Doctor Jenkins," Georgie grabbed her bottle of water from under the desk and handed it over to her sister. "They're doing everything they can to save Morgan's life right now."

Maxie could finally breathe without needing to suck in excess amounts of air. "I wish I could have been with him one last time before he went over there. To tell him that everything was going to be okay…"

"I'm sure he knows that you're hoping for the best just like the rest of us," Georgie gave a meek but comforting smile. "Besides… none of us can be too certain about what is really going to happen."

"My son won't die," Carly glared coldly at Georgie. "Morgan's going to make it through. He's a strong baby…"

"Luke would say that he's a Spencer, which makes him impossible to kill," Bobbie did wish that her brother was around more often, especially when she really needed someone. She loved Carly dearly, but Luke knew her better than she probably knew herself.

"Where were you at, Maxie?" Carly noted her mother's words, but didn't feel like joking around when it involved the fate of her child. She wanted answers, and since she wasn't going to get them from the doctor anytime soon she would ask people who she thought she could get them from.

"We were in the park…"

"And do cell phones not get any service in the park?"

Bobbie knew where her daughter was heading with the conversation. "Carly…"

Maxie was intimidated by Carly. There was still plenty of bad blood that existed between the two of them. They'd probably never see eye to eye. Even though Carly wasn't trying to make Damian leave anymore, Maxie still remembered everything that Carly had done when she didn't think that Damian was 'worthy' of being a member of her family. "Carly, I'm really sorry about what happened to Morgan, but we had no way of knowing that something was going to happen."

"That doesn't answer my question, young lady."

"Look," Maxie was tired and stressed, just like Carly. She wasn't in the mood to fight, but Carly apparently wanted verbal blows to be thrown. "We were at the park, we left our jackets, which had our cell phones, on the bench and we were standing far enough away that we couldn't hear them."

"So while you two are having a good time my son is fighting for his life…"

"Carly!" Bobbie knew that Carly was going to lash out at anyone, but she had already picked one defenseless young woman, why did she have to pick on the other?

"What do you want me to say, Carly?" Maxie was nearly as angry at the world as Carly was. "That I wish we wouldn't have been so far away that we didn't hear the phones ring? I am. Do you want me to say that I really wished that things would have been different for Morgan? Because I do. But that doesn't change the facts. You're in pain right now because your son is sick, we all understand that and we all empathize with you… but stop trying to vilify people who are just as helpless in the ordeal as you are."

"Don't tell me how to act."

"That's enough, Carly," Sonny came back from the chapel in time to see most, if not all, of the scene unfolding. He walked over to her and pulled her aside. "You can't be doing this. I know what you're feeling. But it's not Maxie's fault… nobody is at fault here."

Carly sunk her head into Sonny's shoulder, "I just want my baby to be all right."

Georgie tapped her sister on the shoulder, "When did you start using 'vilify?'"

Maxie gave a sigh of disgust, "I'm not in the mood to joke around right now, Georgie."

Children's Wing-

Morgan was inside a plastic box with only a few holes, like an incubator, but for larger children. Damian understood why they put him in one. Morgan's immune system was nearly destroyed by whatever virus was attacking his body. Even though the hospital was as sterile as it could possibly get there was still the chance of something getting in. He had to wash his body off with anti-bacterial soap to make sure that something from his skin didn't leak into his blood and make his brother even worse.

They were alone together. It was a rarity, and Damian knew it. He loved Morgan dearly, but that didn't mean that he was completely comfortable around the infant, and that was when Morgan was healthy and smiling. Now Morgan was so pale. His eyes weren't even open.

Damian could feel the tears welling in his eyes as the severity of the situation began to sink into his mind. Morgan could die. Even with Damian's blood… there was still the chance that they had waited too long. He put his hand over the box, "I'm sorry, Morgan… I wish I could have been here sooner."

Doctor Jenkins walked into the room, "You've given blood before, correct?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Take as much as you need…"

"It shouldn't be that much," the doctor readied the needle for injection. "Hopefully we caught this in time."

"Do you think that he'll make it?"

There was the long silence that followed. There was always the silence that came after that question was asked. Every doctor, no matter how skilled they may have been, couldn't work miracles when there was nothing that could be done. M organ's case was different, there was something that could be done. "Many children have gotten this before, even in countries that don't have the kind of resources that we do. Sometimes it can be fatal, but with Morgan… I truly believe that we caught this in time. I can't make any guarantees, however."

"No, I know you can't…" he shouldn't have asked the question. How stupid and inconsiderate of him was it for asking that very question? He wanted to be a doctor, he knew the responsibilities that came with the job. To place that much of a burden on Doctor Jenkins was entirely unfair.

"We have a machine that is giving read outs of his white blood cell count. If they spike up we'll know that the transfusion is having the desired results."

"Can I… can I stay in here with him, even after I've given the blood?" It was an innocent request. He didn't want Morgan to be alone with strangers. Sure, they didn't spend that much time together, but Morgan knew him.

"Of course…"

Lounge Area-

Dillon had arrived some time after Maxie. He didn't run from the penthouse to the hospital, and Georgie called him as soon as she found out that Damian had been contacted. It should have made things considerably better, but there was still the doubt. It was always going to be there, until they knew that Morgan was going to be okay it was going to be there.

He watched Sonny and Carly. Dillon had lived with them, or at least around them, for months. He saw how they worked. How much they loved their children. It made all those horrible things that the Quartermaine's said about Sonny and Carly and how they were raising Michael entirely untrue. Sonny was a better man than AJ could have ever been, even with all his darkness and secretive nature, Sonny cared about Michael more than AJ could have.

"Carly," Sonny was holding her hand as tightly as he could without hurting her. "Just so you know… I spoke to Michael and Jason, told them what had happened."

"How are they?"

"Scared, but who isn't right now? Jason's going to stay with Michael, I know he is. I told him that I would call when I had more news."

"Why is this taking so long?" Carly had been in the hospital for nearly an hour. She hated waiting.

"Carly… everything takes time," Bobbie had put all her calls on hold while she addressed the family emergency. The other nurses understood and were covering for her. It showed how much of a community General Hospital was. When one person needed the time to themselves the others pitched in.

"I just want an answer…"

"I know, honey, I know."

Children's Wing-

Damian had given the blood. There was the residual lightheadedness that came with it, but he knew that he would survive. He also knew that he would feel horribly if he did and Morgan didn't. Would he be able to forgive himself for failing his baby brother like this? It wasn't like what happened with his mother, but it seemed to be so similar. They were both slipping away from him and there was nothing that he could do.

When he heard the door open he assumed that it was Doctor Jenkins coming back in, so he paid the sound no mind. It wasn't until he heard a different sounding voice that he turned around. "Doctor Quartermaine…"

"Monica," she corrected him. "Please, call me Monica."

"Is something wrong?"

"No. I just thought I would check on Morgan while I was in the area. I know Bobbie is with Carly right now, so I would at least have something to give her. I didn't expect to see you here."

"I asked Doctor Jenkins if I could stay in here with him while we waited to see if the transfusion worked. That's all right, isn't it? If you need me to leave… I will."

"No, its fine, Damian. Don't worry about it. Have you eaten anything? You're supposed to after you give blood… orange juice and anything else."

"I'm not worried about myself right now, Monica."

"Then let me worry about you for you," she saw a food cart being wheeled by and stopped the woman pushing it for a moment while she surveyed the contents. They always had a little extra in case someone else was around, so she didn't have to worry about shorting some child. "Here… but I really must insist that you actually have a full meal sometime soon."

"Once I see that Morgan…" he stopped. He didn't want to say something that would end up turning into a false statement. "Once I see a change in Morgan's condition I'll go and eat something… or have someone bring me something from Kelly's." He thought about his grandfather when he mentioned the restaurant. Had anyone even told Mike about Morgan? Did it fall to him?

"This is always the hardest part of my job, you know that?" She looked at the baby inside the plastic container. "It's always horrible when you see something happening to people, even people that you don't know. But there's something that's just so much more depressing and painful about seeing a baby or a young child in here. It's like we think that their innocence should keep them from ever having any sort of pain."

"If only the world worked out like that…"

"Yes, that would be ideal."

"Monica, can I ask you something?"

"I'm right here, if you need to ask me something, go right ahead."

He wasn't sure how to word the question, but he did his best just going with what came out, "Why did you give me the chance to start an early internship with you? I know how you must feel about my family and how they took Michael away… so why give it to me, the son of Sonny Corinthos?"