A new face after the race
Chapter 27
Two hours had passed and it didn't look good. The doctor's attempts of stopping the internal bleeding failed and it looked like the worst. This made Lucky more erratic, Liz sadder, and Jason deeply depressed.
Their attempts of finding anyone with O negative blood were at a loss. And with that mission unsuccessful and the internal bleeding not stopping which meant Emily was out of time, something no one wanted to believe even though it was right in front of their eyes.
Lucky wouldn't give up on Emily no matter what. Jason and Elizabeth felt for him. They knew when Emily went the Lucky they knew would be forever gone. Lucky would go with Emily spiritually and emotionally. All will be left is the empty shell of Emily's boyfriend.
Without Emily, Lucky would be nothing and any future anyone would hold for him will be forever lost; a terrible thing for a young man who had everything going for him.
Jason and Elizabeth sat at the waiting room in silence, waiting to see the doctor come out and tell them the terrible news. He hasn't come yet and Lucky is out of sight, probably going mad with grief. Nothing could be done; it was a hard fact to face.
The doctor told them to say their last goodbyes, but neither could find the strength to do so. They didn't want Emily to go. For Jason Emily was a beloved sister, daughter and a devoted sister. To Liz, a dear friend, they were only starting their friendship.
To Lucky she meant so much more. They were enemies, consultants, dedicated friends, girlfriend and boyfriend, and dear supporters to one another.
These thoughts also went out to Lucky, who had found his way to the hospital roof, lost at what to do. He sat somewhere near the end of the roof, lost in grief. He was going to lose Emily and there is nothing he can do about it.
A door squeaked open behind him. Lucky turned in a rush to see Sarah coming to join him.
Lucky stared at her silently, before turning away. Sarah walked to where Lucky was and sat next to him.
"Hey." She greeted, hoping to get an answer from Lucky in his state of being.
"Hi." He said, quietly, not turning to look at her, but the shining stars.
"Look, I know you've probably heard this a lot tonight and you may not believe me, and you have every right to, but I'm sorry about Emily." Sarah offered her condolences.
"I know me too." Lucky replied sadly.
Silence ensued between them and all that could be heard was the crickets a couple stories down.
"You were there when the car hit Emily." Lucky spoke up, matter of factly.
"Yeah, it was terrible." Sarah didn't get into the details.
"Do you know if Emily was in pain?" Lucky risked a look at Sarah. Sarah saw Lucky's eyes glistening, as if tears were threatening to fall. Which would be proper given the circumstances, but it just wasn't normal to see a man cry.
"I don't know, it's very hard to say. When the car hit, I imagine felt some, but as she fell unconscious, I don't think she could feel anything at all." Sarah answered as honest as she could.
Lucky nodded and put his head down, allowing a tear or two to fall.
"Is there anything you can do? I was starting to think Emily would be a good friend if I gave it a try." Sarah asked, offering what she wanted.
"There's nothing, no one here has Emily's blood type." Lucky said slowly making sure he was understandable.
"Did you think of searching elsewhere? New York City?" Sarah asked.
"I'm desperate Sarah, but not that desperate, besides Emily will die by the time I get here with them. The traffic would be nasty and New York City residents tend to stick to themselves." Lucky responded.
"Yeah, it's a real shame she doesn't have any blood relatives. I mean I've always had them and Emily hasn't. It must hurt to know you're the last of your family. I've always thought I will always have my family, Emily must have thought the same, and then poof, and she's the last living of her family. I've been taking granted of that, and a lot of things, but I'm getting better. I'm going to work on being a better person, which was why I was talking to Emily before she was hit, I wanted to make peace, start anew for my child's sake as for my future. I don't want to be everyone's enemy." Sarah explained, but unknownst to her, he wasn't listening. Something she said caught his attention.
Lucky's thoughts turned to after Mark attacked, they'd gone home and fell asleep, but Emily had a nightmare, one of her past. She spoke during it, or should he say mumbled? Lucky held her as it happened, afraid to wake Emily, no matter how much he wanted to. She needed to see it and personally he didn't want a black eye.
He now remembered some small words that made sense now. Not dad, Emily murmured. Did that mean what he thought? Was Bowen not Emily's biological father? Could her biological dad be alive? Could have Emily inherited her father's blood type? Could he save his girlfriend's life?
It was worth a shot; Lucky thought and abruptly got up. I mean, he couldn't lose anything? Only gain if what he thought was right. He completely forgot Sarah was there and went out the door numbly.
"Lucky? Was it something I said?" Sarah called out clueless as the door slammed shut. Sighing and shaking her head, Sarah stayed where she was in silence.
Lucky made his way to Emily's room as if he knew the way by heart, which he didn't, but he needed a word before he left to go after the only hope she had. He entered her room quietly and closed it as such.
He walked to where Emily was lying. He had a seat near her and picked up her hand again and kissed it tenderly.
"Hey Em." He called to her. "I've got a plan to save you, believe it or not. My mind wasn't working, but now it is. I'm going to go through with it, I know it's a long shot, but I can't lose you without trying to save you in the first place. I won't allow it, but I need your help here. I don't know how long I'm going to be, so you need to hang on however long I am, okay? Can you do that? I'm going to be as fast as I can I swear, but hang on okay? I can't lose you, you mean so much to me. If you die, you're taking me with you. If you can't promise me anything ever, keep this one. Hang on until I get back and all your life will be is happy, I'll make sure of it. At all costs, keep your mind on the future, our future, and hang on to it, I'll be back soon. I promise."
Lucky ended his persuasive speech and reluctantly let her hand go. He laid it back on the bed and took a moment to watch Emily. He ran his hand along Emily's velvety soft skin on her cheek and smiled. He risked a small kiss on her lips, for memory sake.
It was funny, Lucky realized. That was their first kiss. It took place in this very room and under similar circumstances, Emily being unconscious. He pushed himself to get up and leave, but left with a long moment of gazing at the doorway. He finally left and made his way to his truck.
He drove over the speed limit just to get toward his wanted destination. He knew he was risking getting stopped or arrested, but he didn't let his mind concentrate on that. Soon enough he got to the towers, hurrying up to the top floor. He made his way through the door that should be locked, but he was beyond caring about that. Jason must have forgotten to lock it, when he heard news of Emily.
He reached Emily's room in a hurry and caught a moment of patience. He sat on Emily's comfortable bed, trying to be Emily.
Emily must keep a diary, but probably kept it so hidden that no one will be able to know. She probably wrote her past in it and for her that went past personal. So if he was Emily, where would he keep it? In the most unexpected place, but that was countless places, so he tried to go more specific.
He looked in the drawers for the heck of it, but he found nothing of use. He checked her closet and any closed spaces, but didn't find it. He sat down on the floor lazily. Great, he thought, he was getting absolutely no where.
Desperate he search every nick and cranny of Emily's room, not cleaning up the mess, but he will explain that later, this was more important.
No luck even minutes later. He sat among the mess, talking to himself. "Come on Emily, give me a clue! This is your life at stake here!" As he said this, his eyes subconsciously crossed to the desk.
Taking this as a sign, he followed his gaze, he searched the desk thoroughly, but still found nothing. He wanted to scream, Lucky did, and laid his head on the crowded tabletop. He tried to motivate himself. "Come on Lucky, you can figure this out. Your suppose to know everything about Emily."
The only thing he knew was that Emily liked to read, which wouldn't help him any, right? No, Lucky disagreed and searched through Emily's countless book. By the time he was through books were scattered throughout the whole room. Emily would kill him for this, he knew, but he would be glad to take her anger over the dying unconscious Emily.
Lucky sat back down on the crowded floor and grabbed a thick novel. It was purple and old and totally out of place, Lucky realized. He opened it with a sigh of triumph. It wasn't a book! It was a cover to hold her diary! A thick hole was cut in the pages and inside Emily's rather small diary lay.
He pulled it out, searching for what he wanted. He found an entry from a few weeks ago.
Who said someone couldn't fool a Spencer? I did. Lucky had the guts to come by today when I was working. I thought the silent treatment would work, but Lucky wouldn't take it. He practically demanded I talk, after he did? Yeah right. I had just about enough with him, so I decided to leave. I opened the door to the alley and Lucky fell for it. He followed me and the next thing he knew he had a door in his face. Yeah, shows him, huh?
Emily wrote and Lucky found himself laughing at her righteousness. She did get him good, he admitted. He'll appreciate Emily continuing to do so when she got better.
Lucky continued searching, and found what he was looking for, or what he thought he was looking for.
Sarah's child turned out to be someone else's. I should have known better, but what did I know? Nothing, me and Lucky are fine again I think, but I wouldn't blame me if he hated me for me not believing him when he said the child wasn't his. He asked specifics when I got into my past. I couldn't tell him, it would just hurt.
Come on Em, get to the goods, he thought and continued to read.
The truth is I've been through it once and I didn't like it the first time around, it just hurt too much. To be dismissed by my real father, just because he had a wife and unborn child, a son. Shows he cares more for sons than daughters.
Lucky, felt for Emily. That's what happened? Oh, that would hurt, so much not to relive the pain again with telling him. So Emily had a stepbrother? That didn't matter at the moment, now he knew his hypothesis was right, he just had to find a name and go from there.
Author's note: Hey all, enjoy the chapter? Yeah, hope you did. Thanks for the reviews, good gifts. So yeah, expect a lot more to happen. Also for prior knowledge when they come up, a new character will be coming to Port Charles. Take a guess if you review, really can't hurt (except for Am21 who knows because that was the Xmas gift for her). Thanks for helping me start the chapter though, it was appreciated.