"Baby."

Jason couldn't move; he wasn't even sure if he could blink. If he hadn't heard the words with his own ears he wouldn't have believed that they came from his mouth. Monica was still standing in front of him; her face etched with worry as the words slipped passed her mouth.

They were unable to save the baby.

He tried to grip the wall but all he felt was the solid concrete and his hand slid down the surface, his shoulder colliding hard with it. He felt his legs start to tremble, felt his own mother reach out to him but he was unable to feel, unable to hear anything but the word baby.

"Jason…"

His eyes flashed towards his mothers and heard her gasp when she saw the anguish written all over his face. He was pale, he was trembling, he felt as if he were about to get sick. Pushing away from the offered comfort Jason headed down the hall, slammed through an exit door and ran.

Sly looked over at Lily who had just witnessed the scene between Jason and his mother. Monica now had a hand placed over her mouth as visible tears were streaming down her face. Neither Sly nor Lily could make out the conversation between mother and son and Sly knew from Jason's reaction that the news delivered to the hardened enforcer wasn't good.

He prayed that Elizabeth wasn't dead.

Lily placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and he looked up, her eyes revealing warmth and sympathy as she knelt down in front of where he was sitting, "I'm sure Elizabeth is fine. I'm going to find out some more information. Are you going to be alright here by yourself?"

Sly snorted and looked away, trying to rapidly blink away the tears that were appearing in his eyes, "I ain't a kid lady."

Lily laughed softly as she reached out and squeezed Sly's hand, "I was about your age, nineteen right, the first time my father was on the brink of death. I was a mobster's daughter so I could deal with anything, handle anything, that was until the doctors came out and told my mother that she might have to make the decision to take my father off of life support. There's always going to be something that makes us crack Sly," she said softly, "And it doesn't make you weak. I think it makes you stronger, for loving someone, for loving Elizabeth that much."

Sly looked back at Lily, a lone tear trailing down his cheek, "I never did right by her."

"A lot of people didn't," Lily said quietly.

"Yeah but her mom and dad, they couldn't make it up to her, they're dead," Sly whispered, "It was my job to…"

"It's okay," Lily whispered as she pulled the young man into her arms, "It's going to be okay, Sly."

Jason stared down at the running water disappearing down the drain in front of him. He was in the basement bathrooms of General Hospital, the floor that was reserved for maintenance, the floor he busted into because he needed some privacy and knew that he couldn't leave the hospital.

Not when Elizabeth was still unconscious, unaware that she had lost a child neither of them even knew existed.

He reached out and splashed another handful of cool water to his face but that did nothing to appease his anger, did nothing to comfort his pain. He turned the sink off and blinked, looking up and staring into the mirror in front of him, the harsh lighting from above giving his face an eerily glow.

He looked like hell, like he hadn't slept, like he hadn't eaten, like someone had just ripped the whole world right out from underneath of him. And they did, they took it and broke it into little tiny pieces and handed it back to him without any glue. He was supposed to figure it out, he was supposed to put the puzzle together, he was supposed to make everything alright. That was his job; that was why he was Jason Morgan.

And yet here he was, hiding in a bathroom, trying to figure out what to say to a girl who had already lost so much alright, that was even if she opened her eyes again.

"Why?" he choked out, his voice cracking, his tears hitting the porcelain white sink, "Why?"

He slammed his fists against it, over and over until it started to give way beneath him. Then he started to kick it, slamming his foot against the offensive bathroom item until it was hanging from the wall. With his bare hands he tore it away from the tile, allowing it to crash to the floor, a large chunk of it splintering off and sliding a few feet away.

He looked up at the mirror again, his fists reaching up and slamming into the light above it, breaking it, sending sparks and glass everywhere, even into his skin. His fists came crashing upon the reflective glass in front of him, breaking it until nothing but the cardboard behind it showed.

His fists were curled, blood seeping from them as he rested his head against the cool wall of the bathroom and cried wondering why this all had happened to Elizabeth when he was the bastard that killed for a living. He wondered why such a beautiful innocent young girl was trapped in the middle of a mob war when he was the one who wanted to be a part of this life. He wondered why a baby's life was taken before it even began. Why the hell was all this happening?

Letting his body slid to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest and keeping his bloodied fists clenched Jason remained in that position until Lily came and found him twenty minutes later. Her eyes filled with worry but there was no surprise on her face. She had known him the longest, she was there the morning he woke up in that hospital bed and she was not shocked in the least to see him destroy something in his rage.

She was the one who cleaned up the apartment after Elizabeth left and he was sure that she would be the one helping to sweep up the broken tile.

Lily quietly sat down on the floor next to him, reaching out for his clenched fists, examining them as tenderly as she could, "These are going to have to be cleaned up," she whispered.

"Why?" he asked pulling his hand away, flexing it, not wincing when he felt the glass dig further into his callous hands, "Why shouldn't I suffer just a little bit, Lily? I murderer people for a living, I take care of your husband's business and I'm able to come home and live in a plush penthouse with a pool table in the living room and a fridge full of beer. She had to strip for strangers, marry into this life, take a bullet for a man that refused to admit that he was in love with her and now she lost a baby and you know what?" he laughed bitterly, "She's not even an adult yet."

"Jas…"

"Why? Why is God doing this? Why, Lily? You go to church; you believe in Him, you have to tell me this. This hard enough when it was just her but to take a fucking child." Jason got up and moved away from Lily, running his bloody hands through his spiked hair and growling in frustration, "She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this kind of hell. She's just a kid."

"In legality terms, yes Jason she is a child but you have to agree that Elizabeth was forced to grow up a long time ago," Lily said, "She should've been out with her friends after school, she should have been able to go to dances and parties, she should have been able to graduate with top honors but that was ripped away from her, just like her childhood. You have to face that yes, in numbers, she's seventeen but Jason she's so much older than that."

"It doesn't make it okay."

"I'm not saying that," Lily said as she stood up.

"Then what are you saying?" Jason asked stepping towards her, "I need to know how to fix this. You told me I could by going after Elizabeth. I did that and now she might be dying. I don't know what to do."

He walked over and kicked a piece of the porcelain sink, growling when it didn't move far. He then decided he would get more relief from the bathroom door so he threw his foot out at that, satisfied when it slammed against the stall wall and shook from its hinges.

"I can imagine how frustrated you are," Lily said quietly as she wrapped her arms around her waist, "I remember what it was like watching my husband being rolled into the emergency room and here I am a nurse and I could do nothing for him, absolutely nothing."

She saw Jason look at her, his blue eyes haunted, terrified, glassy, before he looked away and she saw the stone façade slip over him, the one he always wore around the house when he and Sonny were discussing business.

"I know this is the first time in your life that you're feeling this way," Lily continued as she stepped towards him, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, "I wish that I could help you, Jason. I want to tell you the right words, I want to say the right things, I want to curse at God right now for what he is putting Elizabeth through but I can't do any of that. I can only pray and hope and look after her. She's a strong woman. She will make it through this."

"And when she does," he whispered as he looked at her again, "When those blue eyes open and she stares up at me with that gorgeous smile I had seen for so many mornings what do I say to her Lily? Hey Elizabeth, welcome back, thank you for stepping in front of my bullet, it killed our baby."

Lily closed her eyes as she squeezed Jason's shoulder.

"Did Monica tell you?" he asked as he moved away from her, crossing his arms across his chest. He couldn't be touched by anyone right now.

"I spoke with Bobbie," Lily said softly, "She was the head nurse in there with Elizabeth and I knew that Bobbie would ask Monica to speak with you."

"Now is not the time to…"

"No one was expecting you to fall into your mother's arms for support," Lily said, "But Bobbie thought that it would be better if…"

"I know," Jason said nodding, "And I appreciate that. I'll let them know that." He waited for a moment before his icy blue eyes met hers, "Did you tell Eckert?"

"It wasn't my place," she said, "I'm sure that Bobbie will…"

"It's not her place either," Jason snapped.

"Elizabeth is going to need all the friends she…"

"I haven't decided on whether or not I'm going to tell Elizabeth," Jason said quietly.

"Jason you have to tell her," Lily said, "There is no question in that."

"Why?" Jason asked. "So she can lose something else in her life. Why is there a need for Elizabeth to know that she was carrying a baby? Our child barely even had time to be conceived Lily and in the situation that the baby was…" he stopped and turned around, slamming his fist bloodied fist into a wall and then leaning his elbows against it, huffing in frustration, "Elizabeth has lost everything that she has, she has lost her friends because of me and I walked out on her, I abandoned her. Why should I let her know that she lost a child too because she stepped in front of a bullet that was meant for me, that should've gone straight to my heart."

"So she would have lost you too?" Lily asked softly. "Jason you mean a lot to Elizabeth, more than I think you realize and she would have been devastated if you were the one who wasn't here. She took that bullet for you because she loves you." She sighed when Jason didn't say anything, "Elizabeth needs to know about this for medical reasons. If something were to happen in the future she would need to be aware of it. Jason, if you don't tell her, her doctors will and I think that Elizabeth needs to hear it from you."

"How the hell am I supposed to tell her something that I haven't accepted yet?" Jason whispered.

"Mind if we have a conversation?"

Sly looked up at the one hand on his shoulder, recognizing the man as one of the goons that Jason had at the hospital with him the morning Luis Alcazar had made his presence known in Port Charles. When he felt another hand clamp down on his other shoulder he looked up and recognized the other one.

"I'm a little busy right now," Sly said trying to move away, only to have himself thrown into a dark hospital room, his gun quickly being removed from his waistband. He groaned when the lights were flicked on and he came face to face with Sonny Corinthos who looked very uncomfortable in a wheelchair.

"Give us a few minutes," Sonny nodded to his guards behind him.

Sly turned and watched them go, knowing that it was his own damn fault for pacing up and down the hallways by himself. He just couldn't stand sitting in front of Lizzie's room, Bobbie coming by every five minutes to check up on him.

"I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself the night we met in Elizabeth's motel room," Sonny said, "I'm afraid that was rude of me," he flashed Sly his dimples, which made Sly even more uncomfortable, "I'm Sonny Corinthos, along with my partner Jason Morgan, I run this town. Would you kindly tell me what the hell you're doing in it?"

Sly smirked, "I'm not looking to take your sidekick out."

"Just so something is made clear," Sonny said as he adjusted his seat in his wheelchair, "I am injured, sure, but if I wasn't, you'd be in a warehouse somewhere answering questions while a hot poker was being burned into your side. Since my condition is delicate and you seem to be on good terms with Elizabeth I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. One false move and you won't walk out of this hospital alive."

"I kill men like you for a living," Sly said, "If you weren't on good terms with Lizzie I would've been the one at your house."

"You want to stand there and show me that you've got balls or you want to tell me what went down in the park last night," Sonny said, "I've got a lot of questions that need to be answered and I'll get my answers, with or without you being alive."

"Why the fuck should I say anything to you?" Sly asked.

"Because Alcazar is dead, you have no ties to him and if what I believe happened is true I may have an opening in my organization for you."

"Morgan doesn't trust me."

"Morgan doesn't trust anybody," Sonny smirked, "It's his job." He wheeled his chair closer to Sly, "Chicago is in an uproar right now. They want to know how Alcazar was murdered. If it was Jason it's something that is going to be brushed under the rug. No one is going to go after someone that was protecting their own territory. If it was something else…" Sonny shrugged, "Your smart, I think with some training and a lot of patience on my part," he grinned, "I can make you into something one day. I can offer you protection."

"Why are you even giving me this option?" Sly asked, "You'd have to have someone guarding me until I could prove that I can be trusted. That's a big risk to take in a large organization like yours."

"I'm aware of the risks," Sonny said, "Elizabeth means a great deal to me and if I didn't have my own family to think about I would have went after the bastard that did this to her. If I had a little more time to think, a little more warning I would have made sure my family was safe and than I would've taken care of Elizabeth. Unfortunately Elizabeth chose to keep things to herself for too long a time period and I felt that all I could do was offer her a way out," his eyes lost a little of their glow, "I'm sorry that wasn't enough."

Sly shrugged, "It's really up to Lizzie. I could always go back to Chicago."

"Can you?" Sonny asked with raised eyebrows.

Sly laughed and shook his head, "No, I guess I can't." He nodded as he looked at Sonny, "What you believed happened is true, I'm the one who shot Alcazar. Jason's bullet between the eyes brought his death a lot quicker but I'm the one that took him down." Sly looked down at his feet, "I knew he was an asshole. I knew he was fucked up but I always thought that as long as Lizzie was with me I could keep her protected," he laughed again, "I was so fucking wrong, my thinking was so messed up and when he raised that gun…I knew that Jason wasn't going to get hit. He started moving towards me. I was going to let Jason take me down and reach for his own gun. It would have been cleaner. He would've shot Alcazar, I would've disappeared, it would've been nice and tidy, like the mob does it, but when Lizzie, god damn't when she moved, I knew…" he closed his eyes fighting back the tears that were now clogging his throat, "I knew that she loved Morgan that much and when Alcazar continued to fire I just…I lost it. I kept on shooting until my gun was empty."

"I would like you to stick around." Sonny said, "Be someplace where I can find you."

"I'm here until Lizzie asks me to leave," Sly said.

Sonny nodded, "I hope to make you a part of our organization."

"Are you sure I can't get you anything else?" Lily asked as she handed Jason a cup of coffee, eyeing the white bandages that now covered his hands.

"Yes," Jason said as he stared into Elizabeth's hospital room, "If you bring me food I won't eat it. This is fine for now. When I'm hungry I'll eat."

"I doubt that," Lily said with a small smile and then frowned when Jason shoved the cup back at her, "Jason what's wrong."

"Elizabeth's waking up."