"PARTY TIME!"
A/N Okay, now that ive got your attention, I apologize profusely for keeping you waiting so long. There is no excuse. But I promise you, the last chapter will be up soon.
CHAPTER 6
"Mr. Morgan? Sir… We have news on your wife." Courtney's doctor shook Jason gently. Jason sat up immediately. He had fallen asleep in the waiting room. Jason stood up quickly.
"What? Is she alright?" He looked eagerly for answers.
"I'm going to tell all of you as soon as Mr. Corinthos and Mr. Spencer get back. Well speak of the devils.." The two men walked up and noticed that Courtney's doctor was there. They walked with a little more purpose and soon stood with Jason.
"As I was saying to Mr. Morgan, we have news on Mrs. Matthews-Morgan.-" She paused for a moment and then continued. She fingered her jacket as if out of habit and then swept an auburn curl out of her currently joyless eyes. "She seems to have fallen into a coma."
"She can come out of it right?" Jason asked fearfully. This couldn't be happening, not now, not when Jason and Courtney were finally together and they were having a child soon. This couldn't be happening.
"Of course. She could come out in 20 minutes or 20 years. It is very unpredictable. But that isn't what we're worried about. She still needs a respirator to breath, she can't breath on her own. If we were to take her off of it now, she would most likely die." Sonny and Lucky exchanged looks as they both saw Jason's hope beginning to break.
"So we'll keep her on it then!" Jason cried, as if it was the easiest decision in the world.
"If that's what you wish Mr. Morgan. But Courtney Morgan doesn't live in that body anymore. Her organs and heart may still work in the slightest, but there is not brain activity. The machine is keeping her alive." Sympathy poured out of her in waves.
Jason didn't seem to grasp it.
"Is there a chance she'll be herself again?" He asked.
"There's about a 5 chance out of 100. I'm sorry Mr. Morgan, but she's gone, and waiting for her to wake up might be useless. You could spend your whole life thinking, 'This'll be the moment!'. But it might never happen."
Time ticked by slowly, as if to prolong their pain.
"Take her off of it."
Dr, Abernathy expected this decision, for most families chose that path, but to hear him say it was a surprise. She expected that Jason, who had reacted so intensely to refuse the suggestion. Yet he had muttered those dooming words.
Carly ran into the nursery, immediately picking up her crying son.
"It's okay baby, I'm here now." She cooed. He stopped and let out a small whimper.
She sat in a rocking chair and started to rock Morgan. Her thoughts wandered towards her husband who had disappeared earlier that day. It was right after a call from Jason. 'Probably just a case or something..' She thought.
Suddenly she remembered Sonny yelling his sister's name.
"Courtney…" She muttered. Courtney had said she needed to tell Carly something. But Carly had to do an errand so she put it off.
'What if she needed to tell me something?' She asked herself.
That was when she got the call. She put Morgan in his crib and picked up her the home phone in such a rush that she didn't notice the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Carly?" Carly sighed when she heard her husbands deep voice.
"Sonny! Is everything okay? Is someone-"
Sonny interrupted her.
"Carly, there was a shooting. Courtney's not going to-" He paused. Seeing his sister so vulnerable was one thing, but admitting it was another.
"Courtney's not going to what Sonny? Is she okay?" A tear slid down her cheek. She had no clue what was going on, but it scared her to death.
"She's not going to live through the night. Get down here fast."
The phone clicked.
The phone dropped.
Carly let out a sob.
Morgan began to cry.
Sonny's POV
When the doctor told me that Courtney was on her death bed, I felt my heart break. My baby sister, my Courtney, wasn't going to live through the night. I remember all the nights when she would tell me what she wanted from life.
She didn't want much.
Just a husband and family that adored her. Just a career that made her important and respected. Just a few things from life. She didn't want all that much. She didn't ask for absurd things.
She just wanted life.
She just wanted love.
The call to Carly made me realize my failure to Courtney. If I had stayed on the phone one more second, then Carly would have heard me break down. I can't be a failure to my wife either. I've got to be strong for Carly, like I wasn't to Courtney.
Then i had to call my father. My own father. What i told him did it for me. I let out a weep, while my father said nothing. He then said, he would bethere in a moment. He said it in an utterly calm voice. The voice of denial.
Big brothers are supposed to protect their little sisters. It's a known fact. I let her down. I let her die.
I have my little sister's blood on my hands.
Literally.
Mike's POV
These damn cars wouldn't move.
I just found out my baby girl was going to die within the night, and the cars wouldn't move.
I know the world doesn't stop when a guy finds out his little girl is going to die, but it should.
I know these cars didn't know what was going on, but I felt like they should.
What did I expect though?
It was rush-hour and I expected them to clear a path for me.
A sign flashed above me.
"CONSTRUCTION UP AHEAD! GET IN LEFT LANE!"
The left lane would take another hour to get there at the rate I was going. If the road was clear, it would still take 10 more minutes. It added another 5 miles to the drive to the hospital.
I got out of my car and ran the half mile to the hospital.
I'll admit, it isn't easy for a man my age to run as fast and hard as I did.
But my little girl was going to die without a goodbye and I love you from her daddy.
What did you expect?
