Sonny sat the desk, looking at the computer screen. He was surfing the net on the laptop he brought with him. He was supposed to be getting some work done, but instead he was looking for a house and a job that was open in Port Charles. He didn't know if he was even welcome, but he had to look. If Michael liked this place, so would Morgan, and so would he. The getting the job and a place to stay, the schools would have to be researched before anything was final though.
Michael came out of the bathroom and was searching through his bag for a change of clothes, which he found, when a little book fell out. Michael picked it up, and studied it. It wasn't his. "Dad?" He called.
Sonny turned around reluctantly, interested in his latest find, and looked at his eldest son. "What is it?" He asked.
Michael held up the book. "This isn't mine." He simply told his father.
"Bring it here." Sonny waved Michael towards him. Michael walked toward him, in the chair by the desk and handed it to Sonny. He opened the cover. The first page was blank, but he found a surprise on the next page.
She's dead. It read. Sonny startled back in shock. Then he figured it out. This was no published book; it was a book that held personal writing, a diary. Sonny cleared his throat. "Your right, it isn't." He told Michael, closing it.
"Then what is it?" Michael asked, curious.
Sonny refrained from answering for a few moments, until Michael visibly showed he wanted an answer, by stomping his feet. "It's your sister's diary." He explained to Michael. "It probably fell into your bag when we were leaving."
"Why was Emily's diary in the hospital? Where anyone can stop and look at it?" Michael asked.
Sonny considered telling Michael that story. It wasn't that good; he didn't want Michael to go off reading it too. But he did deserve an answer. Michael wouldn't do that. Lucky was desperate for help, maybe the only reason he would have read. That certainly wasn't the case here.
"Emily's boyfriend, Lucky, you remember him, right?" Sonny asked for reassurance.
"Yeah, the computer specialist, he gave Emily that doll Morgan loved too." Michael replied.
"Well, I didn't tell you how I came to find out your big sister weren't dead." Sonny introduced and led Michael to one of the beds of the hotel room.
"No, you didn't. What happened?" Michael asked, waiting for the story.
"Okay, let me start from the beginning. You know how Emily and her mom disappeared, seventeen years ago?" Sonny asked, though Michael wasn't born yet, so he wouldn't know per say.
"Yeah, you told me that when she was three she kind of disappeared with her mom, Paige, I think it was. The people looking for her said she was probably dead and you believed them." Michael was obviously paying more attention to him than he thought.
"Yeah, that's right." Sonny assured him. "Anyway, now in the present, you know how your sister is hurt, and a patient in the hospital?" Michael nodded. "She's there because she was hit by a car, a week or more ago." Sonny explained. Michael is seven years old, he could handle it.
Michael's face fell into shock. "She was the victim of one of those, hit and runs?" He asked. He'd seen the reports on the nightly news when he couldn't sleep, or in one of the newspapers that was often on the kitchen table when he was eating breakfast.
"Yeah, and she nearly died because of it. She had internal bleeding, where you bleed from the inside out, not the other way around." Sonny told Michael.
Michael's face scrunched up in thought. "How do you stop bleeding from the inside? Can you do surgery and place band aids where it's bleeding?" Michael asked his ever knowing father.
Sonny had a mighty laugh. "I don't really know, but it's not like your bleeding inside out. You can't put pressure on it like if it's just a small cut and it will stop bleeding. But, you can look that up on the internet later, okay? Let me finish the story?" Sonny proposed and Michael fell silent.
Sonny continued. "So Emily was literally dying, because they couldn't stop the internal bleeding, and no one has her blood here. So Lucky was beyond desperate, hoping for a match, and when no one found anything, he ransacked your sister's room and found this, the diary. Emily's very private diary, it kept things she didn't want anyone to know of." Sonny explained further, holding up the diary he held in his hand.
"Like what?" Michael asked curiosity increased.
"Like me for example. I hurt your sister deeply when she was young. I wasn't ready for a child, despite Emily being out of wedlock, as I thought. I got scared by the thought and I thought my first wife would leave me if she found out about her. So I paid off Paige, and totally rejected her. Emily didn't want that known; she has a thing against pity." Sonny explained, going into detail.
Michael figured out the rest of the story for himself. "And Lucky found you through Emily's diary, invading her privacy." He responded.
Sonny nodded. "Yeah, and he tracked me down, urged me to give blood so your sister could live." And found my only daughter. Sonny skipped that part, because that much was obvious.
"How'd Emily get her diary back, if Lucky had it?" Michael asked.
"He gave it back after having the guts of admitting his sin." Sonny replied.
"Didn't Emily take it personal? I mean he invaded her privacy, that wasn't right, even if it did save Emily's life." Michael knew he would take it personal if someone read his thoughts, if he had a journal or diary.
Sonny laughed again. "Yeah, Emily took it very personal. I don't believe Emily will ever forgive Lucky for that transgression. He will be paying majorly for that for the rest of his life."
"No doubt. I'm going to take my shower now, okay?" Michael got up and walked to the bathroom.
"Don't slip okay? I don't want two children in the hospital." Sonny advised him.
"I won't!" Michael called from the bathroom, door now closed.
He checked on Morgan on his bed, surrounded with pillows, so he didn't fall. Fast asleep, leaving him alone and giving him time to find a job and house, but he'd rather not do that. He really wanted to sneak a look at Emily's diary.
He knew it was wrong, but he really wanted to know what was the big secret of Emily's was. She wasn't budging, and she probably would never tell him. He had the opportunity to find out, but should he?
It seemed to be the question of the day. No one would see him, if he took a tiny peak. His mind battled over this decision.
Meanwhile, at the Spencer residence, Lucky was trying to sleep, but found he couldn't. He was exhausted. He was spending his every strength, his every waking moment really for Emily, but yet he couldn't sleep. He just rolled around, not able to get comfortable.
He eventually faced it. He couldn't sleep despite the fact he was close to collapsing. He walked over to his window, only in his boxers, and looked out the window.
The stars were sparkling, but the moon was gone, not seen. Must be the phase where the moon hid. He couldn't remember the specific name, he found that particular subject in earth science boring. He slept threw the whole lecture and never bothered to learn them later. He still did well on the test though, by guessing on the questions.
He didn't care for that class. He was never the science person. His mind didn't extend that far, too deep and too many rules, he liked the vague stuff, unless it came to technology.
Emily was taking advanced placement chemistry that year. Lucky didn't even comprehend what she tried explaining to him, the next year when he took chemistry. He just kind of smoothed through by guessing again.
Emily was always the brilliant one, the genius. She was no nerd though, far from it, she was just the smartest person he knew. School was easy for her and even though he knew all the nights, up until midnight, she was studying or doing homework.
He was always lazy and often lost his work, but he graduated, and here he was a computer genius, doing pretty well.
He laughed. His math and English teacher swore he'd never take that walk, never get his diploma, that he'd never make something of himself.
Emily's teacher's never said that. They gave all good reports, saying she was an absolute genius, and she was. One year, she took physics, no advanced placement, no honors, because they wanted a class together. All her other classes were advanced placement and honors, but she gave up one because she didn't think she could do it.
Turned out she could. She was in there for a week. The teacher gave them what the final would look like and told them to try it. She ended up acing the practice test, without even learning the stuff. The teacher talked to other teachers and counselors, who talked to the vice principal, who talked to the principal. She was moved into honors physics for a couple more days, but they found she was too brilliant to be in honors, so she was again moved to advanced placement, where Emily did quite well.
He suffered through the class without her and did badly, but not too badly because she was a great tutor and got him through. He missed her though; he really liked having her near him, though he admitted with those five days, most of the time he daydreamed, drinking in her presence and smell. It probably helped him concentrate better with her gone.
He really missed her and he only left her side, three hours, fifty-three minutes, and twenty seconds ago. What could he say? He was obsessed with Emily, loved her to distraction, every particle of his being was always on her. He needed to be at her side every minute of the day to be sane and full.
He really was a sad, pathetic fool. He followed Emily blindly, he'd even walk through fire to get to her, endanger his health to make sure she was fine. He wasn't joking to Sonny when he said he'd die for her. He'd die for her a thousand times if that meant she'd keep living life those thousand times. He was a lovesick fool, and he had to say he loved every moment of it.
He wondered if this was how his dad and boss felt and if so, it felt good to be one of those suckers that went for marriage and children, the whole shebang, despite the agony and misery of dealing with relationships and women, they're ever changing emotions.
But Emily made him whole. They were parts of each other, risking everything for each other, for their love, their future. He smiled and sighed with love. Yeah, at times all that stuff was a pain, a misery, a never ending mystery. He was one half of the whole, Emily was the other half.
He sat back down on the bed, leaving the mysterious sprinkles that littered the sky. He picked up a photo and smiled at it. It was great; Emily was absolutely beautiful, happy as could be.
He and Emily had a connection. If he was miserable, she was. If she was happy, he was. If she was angry, well, he was miserable. Okay, maybe so they didn't have that much of a connection, but right now it was tingling.
In the dread of his stomach he felt something. Something was wrong he could feel it. Emily was in danger. He couldn't explain it, but he felt what she felt for the most part and part of that was if something was wrong, along with his Spencer instincts, sharp as ever, she was in trouble. She was in fear probably too.
This wasn't good. She was already too vulnerable and weak, he needed to be there. He grabbed his shirt and put it on, grabbing a pair of jeans and sliding those on, he quickly put his shoes on and tied them, reaching for his coat, which held his cell phone and car keys. He grabbed it, putting it on as he was nearing the door.
Everyone was asleep, so he quietly unlocked and opened the door, only to quickly close it quietly and lock it. He ran to his truck, slid in, and started it up. He backed up and sped towards the hospital. He tried the phone in Emily's room, but no answer, not that he expected one.
He just hoped that Emily would be fine by the time he got there. She had to be, or else he would kick himself if something happened to her. He couldn't lose her. She couldn't be hurt anymore.
He parked, locked his truck and took the back stairs, going at an intense speed. He sped up those stairs, not tripping once, despite his rush and imbalance. He got to Emily's floor only to hear the sound of breaking glass come from the hall. A sound of more chaos followed, but he ran towards it anyway.
The nurses would probably be too late, but he wouldn't be. His Emily was in trouble, and he wouldn't stand there and let it happen. She meant too much to him.
He slammed open the door to Emily's room, to find Emily awake, but widely spooked and scared, so much that she was shaking, with fear most likely. She didn't even notice him, falling into a temporary shock.
He looked for the mess, where the sound of glass came from. A man was struggling on the floor. Emily must have thrown the vase at him, to stop him and make the sound for help from the nurses.
Lucky went up to the man and lifted himself from the ground. "Who the heck are you and what are you doing in my girlfriend's room (way after visiting hours nonetheless)." He growled at the man, wanting answers.
The man's only answer was a swift to Lucky's middle. Lucky's grip on the man was gone and him temporarily injured, unable to prevent the intruder's successful escape. The man ran out the door and down the hall, from the sound of his shoes hitting the tile floors.
Lucky stood and cursed silently as he saw the man gone, and probably escaped for his lucky, pun intended, kick. He'd go after that man later, he promised, and would probably kill him in the process. It was well deserved as far as he was considered.
But first, he had to check up on Emily. She was the important thing here; revenge was the second thing on his priority list.
He went to Emily. She was still in shock, still shaking with fear. He sat down at her side, but she made no movement to acknowledge him. "Emily? Are you okay? What happened?" He asked, looking for answers too.
The nurse on call barged in. It was his Aunt Bobbie. "Lucky? What are you doing here? Did you sneak in here and spend the night again." She excused, thinking the intruder was him, but it wasn't this time around.
Lucky shook his head. "I did, but I was the second person. Someone was here before me. Someone who meant to hurt Emily." He explained. Emily didn't account for his presence, still in shock.
Bobbie looked shocked. "Are you serious? How is Emily?" She raced to the hospital patient. "Oh dear, she's in shock." She said, only reaffirming Lucky's suspicions.
"I know." Lucky said on the verge of tears. Someone tried hurting Emily again. His mind should be focused on going after the guy, because Emily wasn't in at the moment, but he couldn't leave Emily's side. He wouldn't ever again.
Bobbie checked Emily over. "I will be right back." She told Lucky and left. When she came back she had a sedative with her, and security not far behind her. "I'm going to give her a mild sedative so she could sleep the shock off." She explained and put the liquid in the IV top.
It came to Emily soon enough. She fell asleep and Lucky settled Emily in, wrapping the blankets around her, making sure the pillow was fluffy enough.
Now it was Lucky's turn to explain what happened to security and his aunt. "Lucky, what happened?" She asked worried, fussing over Emily slightly.
"I don't know. I just had a bad feeling and came here, by the time I got on the floor I heard glass breaking. I suppose Emily hit the intruder with the vase, and he was struggling when I came in. I tried getting him to talk but he kicked me and escaped." Lucky patted Emily's hair softly in reassurance she was fine, but he had to say this cycle of attacks was getting to him. He was even more worried.
One of the security guys wrote down Lucky's account. The other studied the glass pieces and spoke up. "There's blood on some pieces so she must have got him good. Maybe we should have some of the blood tested, to find out who was the intruder." He suggested.
The other agreed and they picked up the useful evidence and left Bobbie and Lucky alone.
"I'm going to report this to the police; maybe the intruder was the one who hit Emily." Bobbie excused herself and left.
Lucky didn't think of that possibility, so it was a good thing his aunt did. He stayed at Emily's side, making sure she wasn't dreaming of the attack. She would need to explain fully what happened when she woke and wasn't stressed because of the attack.
He bent down and picked up the doll that must have fell away from Emily, during the struggle. He brought it up and tucked it near Emily, in her arms for more security. Lord knows, she needed it now of all times.