WOW! First, I'm amazed at the response to the last chapter...thanks everyone, for your reviews. I'm a stickler for correct vocabulary, so this chapter has a lot of medical terminology and took a long time to research. I plan on putting out the net few chapters over this week, and update more often (and on time, Melanie - so sorry!)

Things are set in motion, so expect the drama to seriously unfold! Enjoy, please R&R!

A/N: Carly's flashback comes courtesy of transcripts page. Also, correction from last chapter: Alan's flashbacks were from TVMegasite's transcripts page. The only character I now own is Cianna, Lucas' potential love interest.

Chapter 11

Jax stood broodingly outside of Rachel's hotel room, clutching her shawl in anger. After Courtney left, he gulped a glass of champagne he had brought for him and Courtney to share that evening, and contemplated what to do next. He couldn't figure out if he was angrier at what she said before she stormed off or the fact that she again lied to him. He wanted answers, and he could tell he would never get them from Courtney...

Rachel swinging the door open, seemingly rushing off somewhere interrupted his thoughts. "Jax! What are you doing here?" She looked down at his hands, and took her shawl from them. "My goodness, thank you so much. I was just about to run back to Courtney's when I realized I lost this," Rachel lied. She had been off to try and locate AJ – to make him go along with her new plans and not expose her.

"Whatever," Jax said as he barged into her hotel room past her. "We need to have a conversation, namely where you tell me what illegal deal you wanted Courtney to get involved in."

Rachel, still grasping at her shawl, spun around to face Jax, their faces now inches apart. Jax felt her cool breath on his cheek, and was surprised to realize how beautiful Rachel's eyes were. "I can't believe she would say that about me, after all I was trying to do for her." Rachel took the shawl from Jax's hands and began to hang it in her closet.

"What are you talking about? I want answers, Rachel, right now!" Jax demanded, ignoring his thoughts about her eyes.

"Fine, but you're not going to like it," Rachel said as she slowly turned to face him. "I'm in town because of you."

"How soon will you know?" Liz asked Mac worriedly.

"Steven's already in there, Liz, helping Tony stabilize Helena," Mac responded, unsure he should be discussing anything with her. He realized how much she had invested in this, and though he didn't like what had come of "the plan," he sympathized with wanting to get Nikolas free. "Once we know she's stable, we're going to run fingerprints. It shouldn't take long. Meanwhile," Mac said, looking over at Emily, still sitting with her head in her hands, "maybe you should get Emily home, or something. She looks like she needs you."

"No," Liz responded dejected, "she needs more than I can give her. I'll give Lucky the update." She glanced regretfully at Emily, but knew any attempts to help would be rebuffed, and she walked off, passing Skye and Luke in the adjoining corridor. She wanted to say something but their faces told another story – not one of the relief she thought they would be feeling right now, but of a whole different kind of pain. She scurried quickly, but she knew they didn't see her.

"So does he, Luke? Does your son know... know what his father did?" Skye couldn't hold back the lump in her throat, as she spoke to the man she loved not more than 24 hours ago.

Luke turned to her as slow as possible, trying to figure out how to retell the most horrible story he had ever experienced – knowing that it was of his own making. "Yes, Blaze, he does. I had to tell him – when Elizabeth was raped when they were teenagers."

Skye recoiled in shock. "And just when were you going to get around to telling me?" She shrieked but then lowered her voice, realizing Emily might have heard. "You loved Laura. I mean, God Luke, you told me about you and her – your adventures, your love, your family. But when you said you two had been to hell and back... I just can't believe in coming back from that hell."

Luke nodded his head and shuffled uncomfortably. "Well, we did. Now you know why, truly why, I loved my wife with all my heart and soul. She forgave countless times for any number of mistakes, but," he broke off, still trying to grasp what he wanted to express. "She breathed new life into my body when she forgave me for what I did to her. I didn't deserve it, and I promised to spend the rest of my life making it right."

"You can't Luke," Skye shot back, not realizing how angry she had become. She stepped closer to him. "I believe that Laura forgave you, but nothing, nothing makes what you did right." Skye's tears fell on her sleeves as she clutched Luke's jacket to her. "I'm sorry Luke. I'm really, really sorry," she sighed and kissed his tight lips, "but I can never love you like that."

She let go of his jacket, and wiped away her tears. Luke tried to reach for her, to pull her close to him one more time. He wasn't going to ask for her to stay – he just wanted to kiss her, a real kiss goodbye. Skye shrugged off his reach and turned away. "Bye, Luke." She walked, blinded by her tears, right into Bobbie, but never stopped.

Bobbie sighed as Skye brushed past her, almost knocking her charts out of her hand. She saw Luke and wanted to run to him, ask him what happened, but before she could get a word out, Luke gave her a look and walked away.

"Great," she muttered. She turned to go meet Lucas like she originally planned, but was stopped by Monica.

"Bobbie, have you seen Alan?" Monica's frantic face looked around the corridor as she whispered.

"No, I thought the two of you would have already been down here in the ER after the police called in about Helena." Bobbie worried about her friend, who looked so vulnerable and anxious.

"I went to go check on Jason at home, and I got back just as they were bringing Helena in," Monica explained, wringing her hands. "I went to Alan's office to find him, but he wasn't there, and no one knows where he is."

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Bobbie said soothingly, rubbing Monica's back. "Why don't we go check to see about Helena, and you can call Emily and tell her the news."

"That's just it," Monica blinked back her tears, "Emily's gone too. She moved out of the house and didn't tell anyone where she was going. Oh, Bobbie, I'm just coming apart." Monica shook her head, and Bobbie embraced her tightly.

"It's ok, honey," Bobbie cupped Monica's face in her hands, "I'm not going anywhere, alright? Let's go." She led Monica through the corridor toward the ER, hoping to catch her son later.

"Hey, sorry about –" The janitor spun around, ready to apologize and beg whoever it was to not rat her out for using the phone, but stopped short when she faced Lucas. She blushed and began tugging at her hair again, staring at the ground.

"Hi," Lucas said softly, but stared at her. She looked a lot different from the day in the park: the dull green uniform couldn't dim the sparkle in her matching green eyes, and he could see that her hair, slightly curled at the ends was even longer than he imagined, pulled back in a loose ponytail.

Lucas' stares made the girl shift uncomfortably, as she bent toward her mop and bucket, trying to make a quick getaway. "Um, like I said, sorry about the phone. Could you, um, not tell anyone?" She finally faced Lucas, and she immediately pictured him when they were children. She smiled at how his hair was highlighted now, but straightened her face when he smiled back at her. "I mean I just can't get in trouble for using the phone."

"Sure," he stammered, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. When he finally moved so that she could grab the mop handle, he reacted without thinking and also grabbed for the handle. "I don't think anyone would mind though."

The girl stared at his hand, lightly grazing hers. "You never know, right," the girl shifted the mop slightly, but Lucas held on. "You trying to do my job for me?"

"No, but I'm not ready for you to go," Lucas said intently. "At least not until you tell me your name."

She smiled again, but met Lucas' stare this time. "For your friend? Brandon right? He must've sent you to clean up after him," she snorted as she remembered his weak attempt to come on to her. "Might explain why you want the mop."

Her tone was more sarcastic than she intended, but Lucas ignored it. "I don't speak for him, or anyone else, thanks," Lucas said in the same tone. He leaned in a little closer to her. "I'm also not as easy to get rid of, so you can tell me your name now, or procrastinate getting back to work." He tightened his grip on the mop, mostly because he was trying to stuff the butterflies down and maintain the bravado.

"So you are trying to get me in trouble," the girl said slyly, smoothing her hand over his lightly. As soon as she saw him jump, she knew he couldn't keep up this charade much longer. "Fine. Since I have bills to pay... my name is Cianna," she said and yanked the mop out of Lucas' hands.

"Nice to finally meet you, Cianna," Lucas said, but was confused by the brief look of hurt in her face at his words. "But aren't you a little young for 'bills'? Why are you working here?"

She bristled at his question, but mostly that he didn't remember her when she told him her name. "As much as I love the Q&A, that's more than you need to know... and I do have work to do." She pushed her mop and bucket swiftly past Lucas' confused expression, before he could ask what he had done wrong.

Cianna stopped, but refused to turn around, as she knew her face couldn't hide her annoyance. "Didn't you need the phone anyway?" She walked off quickly, as Lucas scratched his head and looked around, as if to find what went wrong. He sighed and smiled weakly at one of the nurses, who motioned that it was ok to page his mother about Dr. Quartermaine.

"MICHAEL!" Leticia covered Morgan's now screaming, tear-stained face, and freed him from the swing. She ran behind Courtney, who was crouched over her nephew, but was afraid to touch him.

"Michael, oh my God," Courtney whipped out her cell phone and dialed 911. "Yes, I'm at the park, my nephew has been hit by a car," she spoke quickly into the phone. "The car jumped the curb and hit him before I could get to him. Please send someone quick!" She looked at Leticia's alarmed face and motioned for her to take Morgan away.

"We're near the basketball courts. Please hurry... no, I haven't checked. He's bleeding from his head – he was thrown really far," Courtney cried into the phone as the operator told her what to do. She leaned carefully over Michael and checked for his pulse as the woman instructed her to do. "I can barely feel it, but it's there. Just hurry... yeah, the car's still here." Courtney slammed the phone down before the operator could ask her more about the driver. The mere mention of the driver sent Courtney's mind in a million directions.

"Ms. Matthews, what..." Leticia looked at Courtney tearfully, and held Morgan close to her.

"Leticia, take Morgan to the benches over there, and call Carly," Courtney instructed hysterically. "No, I'll call Carly, just keep Morgan occupied, and follow us to the hospital." She ran back to Michael, who was still bleeding profusely from a large cut above his right eye. She took off her jack to wipe away the blood, but looked at his leg, which was completely turned the wrong way. She cried harder as she wiped his face, but still had not noticed the swelling on the left side behind his ear.

"Shhh," Leticia sat, trying to quiet Morgan's tears. She couldn't hide her own though, when she looked at Courtney with Michael. Leticia had been with him since infancy, and despite how Michael annoyed her daily, she loved being his nanny more than anything else. She blinked again, and noticed something. "Courtney!"

Courtney looked in the direction Leticia was pointing, rubbing her eyes furiously. The driver of the car, nearly ripped in half by the impact with the tree, was stirring in their seat. Courtney ran over to the doors, but could not see in the tinted windows. She tried pulling at the handle, and finally got it open, just as the paramedics arrived.

"Over here, too!" Courtney yelled, as she saw one of the paramedics slowly turning Michael's body, while the other stabilized his leg and they loaded him onto the stretcher.

"Ma'am, are you hurt?" The EMT surveyed Courtney's appearance, noticing the blood that covered her shirt.

"No, it's my nephew's blood," Courtney said, crying again. She turned toward the car, where she could finally make out a man, still slumped over. "The driver started to move, um, Michael's nanny noticed through the windshield. I just got the door open," she rambled quickly, as Leticia brought Morgan over to her. "I didn't touch him."

"That's fine, are you riding with the little boy?" The EMT asked, while he and the other one moved around Courtney, Leticia, Morgan to get to the driver.

"Yes, yes, I have to call his – mother," Courtney's voice choked out at the sight of the driver. "Alan?"

Marco, Sam, and Reese came to the door of Sonny's mansion, and Sam hesitated before walking through. She had straightened her face and hair in the car after she fell apart, but she was most concerned about who had seen her do it.

"Marco, will you give these to Jason? I'll be right in," she said quietly, pulling Reese's arm back from the door as she was about to go in. "I need to talk to you."

Reese looked at Marco briefly, noting the suspicion in his eyes, but just nodded and followed Sam away from the door. "Sure, you alright?" Reese still felt slightly protective of Sam after she had broken her silence in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam said softly, "and that's what I need you to say when we go in there. I don't want Jason to know, you know, about my little outburst."

"Sam, you were perfectly justified in that," Reese responded. "I'm just sorry I left you alone. I thought you were getting through to Sonny, and that I would be in the way. I should have known better."

"Well, it's over now," Sam sighed, "and if we could just keep my little cry fest in the car to ourselves…"

"Done," Reese said, and grabbed Sam's hand. Sam squeezed it back and the women headed back inside, to find Marco speaking with Jason.

"I'm just saying, be careful," Marco whispered quietly to Jason, who kept his gaze at the bag of medicine. "I think Agent Marshall is going to try and work Sam."

"Got it, thanks Marco," Jason patted him on the shoulder as he saw Sam approaching with Reese right behind, and he could tell Marco was right – they had become closer in just a short period of time. Reese watched Sam move like a mother would, and Jason instinctively pulled Sam into an embrace, as if to back Reese away.

"Hey," Jason said, pulling away to look at her face, but still caressing her hair. "Are you ok?"

Sam looked back at Reese and past her to Marco, who was already retreating out of the house before answering him. "I'm ok, really. You need to take these," she said, grabbing the bag out his hand and going to pour some water. "How's Sonny?" Sam asked, glad that her back was turned from Jason.

"He's fine," Jason said, and sat on the couch. He looked up at Reese. "Do you still need something?"

"I guess not," Reese said, and started to grab her bag.

"Wait!" Sam said, spinning to face Reese and Jason, his water and pills in her hand. "I mean, uh, Reese should probably stay," she said handing Jason his pills and sitting next to him on the couch.

"What for?" Jason looked at her, Marco's warning springing to mind.

"She was here on business, Jason. She should stay until she finishes, then she won't have to come back," Sam replied, gesturing for Reese to put her bag down. She knew she wasn't supposed to trust Reese, so she added that little part about her never coming back to appease Jason, but, in truth, she just wasn't ready to have Reese leave, and she wasn't sure why.

"Actually, I need to make a call to my office," Reese spoke up, "about my reassignment." She wanted to make sure Jason realized she wasn't trying to do what she knew he thought first. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Ok," Jason and Sam said at the same time, and he looked at her lovingly as he took each pill out of her hand. He put his hand to her cheek, and she kissed his palm, smiling bravely.

Carly held Sonny's hand for what felt like an eternity, watching his chest rise and fall. She knew rationally that his breakdowns wouldn't cause him to stop breathing, but something inside her hurt so bad, she stayed to make sure. When she finally let go, she stood and went to the shattered window. Pulling back the curtains, she realized night had fallen quickly, and she immediately thought of Michael.

She walked around the room, slowly inhaling the scent of Sonny's cologne and she stopped in front of his dresser. She caught his reflection in the mirror and shook her head, looking down at her barren left ring finger. The lengths she would go to for this man, she thought. She knew she loved him, and even when he wasn't lucid, she could see the same love in his eyes for her. She silently shook her head in disgust though, realizing she had blown off another evening with her sons, to be with their father – the father that couldn't want her anymore. She reached for her finger, rubbing where her wedding rings used to be, and sat down in the chair. She dug in her purse for her phone, but smiled slowly when she pulled out a $20 bill.

Don't make me pull out the 20.

Ha! Oh no.

$20 – says you'll be happy with Sonny.

Carly began laughing, but quietly when she saw Sonny stir in his bed. She begged Jason to help her leave that night, because she knew she was being swept away by Sonny even then. She could feel this powerful current pulling her into the depths of his dark eyes, and she wasn't sure she was ready for the kind of love he was pledging then. Jason had promised her she was, and Carly promised herself that she would make it work.

"Wishful thinking," Carly muttered, as she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. "Hello?"

"Hey," Lorenzo's smooth voice flooded into Carly's ear, and she felt a pang of guilt at how her thoughts just before conflicted with her feelings for him. "I just wanted to let you know the situation we discussed has been handled."

"Whew, thank you," Carly sighed. She wondered when she started depending on Lorenzo to save her like she used to do with Jason, but she decided to just be grateful for it. "I really appreciate you dealing with that for me." She whispered in the phone and tried to move farther away from Sonny's bed.

"Well, you can thank me over dinner tomorrow – and tell me why you've developed a whisper whenever we talk," Lorenzo chuckled into the phone, but he knew Carly was whispering because she was around someone that wouldn't approve of her talk to him. It burned him to think of that, but he couldn't deny that Carly would always hide how much she cared for him, even from herself.

"Um, can I call you about that?" Carly said disappointed.

"Sure," Lorenzo replied stiffly, feeling his anger get the best of him. "I just wanted to let you know you and Courtney no longer have anything to worry about."

Carly felt a sharp pain in the back of her head at his words, but she couldn't tell where it came from. "Yeah, I guess. I'll call you later." She pressed the End button on her cell, and looked back at Sonny, feeling her oncoming headache growing stronger.

Tony emerged from Trauma 1 to meet Mac and Officer Murphy's expectant faces. "We got her stabilized. Apparently the blow to the base of her neck was not enough to cause irreparable damage, but we need to observe her overnight."

"What about finger prints?" Mac said, and Emily finally looked up to hear Tony's response.

"Steven's taking those now, and then we're moving her to a private room," Tony said. "I assume you'll want to have a guard on her."

"Definitely," Mac said, nodding to Murphy, who left to radio the station for two more guards to come to GH.

"We got two more coming in!" A nurse from the nearby station called out, and Tony sighed loudly. He knew Bobbie had called Lucas and he was hoping to spend some time with his son before finishing another hellish shift. At that very moment, Bobbie and Monica came from the corridor. "Bobbie, I may need your help, and could someone page Liz?"

Steven came out with the fingerprints and he and Mac walked off quickly to avoid being in the way. Bobbie looked past them to Emily. "Monica, why don't you stay with Emily? She may tell you what happened."

"No she won't," Monica looked painfully at her daughter, but was interrupted by the crashing sound of the ER doors opening from the force of the stretcher. She moved back, and Bobbie let go of her hand to assist Tony.

"What do we have?" Tony yelled in the EMTs' direction.

"Male, approximately 9 years old, auto pedestrian accident. The kid was thrown about 15 feet. Broken right leg, dislocated shoulder, deep laceration over the right eye, and significant swelling on the left temporal region. Bp's 95/60. This kid's barely hanging on," the EMT said sadly.

Tony couldn't make out the face of the boy through the stabilizing gear, but he could see his bright read hair matted with blood. He felt his heart sink, and he looked to Bobbie, whose face was frozen in shock. "Let's move to Trauma 2. Get Nurse Spencer out of here! Cathy, ready? One, two, THREE!" He yelled as the team of doctors and nurses moved Michael's body off the stretcher and onto a gurney. Cathy, one of Bobbie's closest friends on the nursing staff gently pushed her out toward Monica's frightened face.

"Bobbie, no," Monica shook her head in disbelief. "No! It's not him, it's not Michael!"

Both women clutched each other's hands, but looked around to see Courtney, her jacket covered in blood, and her face drained of any color. She looked like she was in shock and Bobbie rushed to sit her down.

Monica rushed to the swinging doors, but Bobbie pulled her back. "Monica you can't go in there – neither one of us can. Please! Let's try to work on the next one," Bobbie looked as the EMTs brought in the second victim, with Liz right behind them. Bobbie swung her stethoscope around to begin working on the next patient, as Monica looked helplessly at Emily. Emily's whole body was frozen, but when she looked at her mother, she walked away.

Monica turned back to Bobbie, Liz, and the stretcher. "What is it?"

"He was the driver," EMT called out. "Jumped the curb, hit the kid and rammed his car into a tree. Looks like an overdose. He went into arrest once on the way, been unconscious the whole time. BP's 100/68. He's not doing much better than the kid he hit," EMT said as she stopped the stretcher, and Bobbie looked over to see Alan's cold, clammy face.

"Get him into Trauma 3, and get Steven Webber back down here," Bobbie yelled, and motioned for Liz to check on Courtney, and Leticia and Morgan that just came in. Bobbie looked at Monica's heart break when she saw Alan's face and they wheeled him into the area next to Michael's.

Liz was as shocked as Bobbie and Monica, but she looked over at Courtney and began checking her pulse.

"I'm fine," Courtney cried out, her tears spilling over onto Liz's uniform. "It's Michael's blood. He was waiting for me to come, so we could get his ball out of the street and then…," she was talking faster and faster, fumbling for her purse. "I have to call, I have to..."

"Courtney, Courtney," Liz grabbed her hands to get her attention. "You need to call Sonny and Carly, and you have to be calm. They need the information and to get here as quickly as possible so that if something needs to be done for Michael they can make that decision, alright? Do you want me to do it?" Liz said, reaching for Courtney's cell.

"No, no! I'll call," Courtney said, and walked away from Liz. Her mind was racing, and she just wanted to turn back time – to this afternoon, to Jax. She instantly hit her speed dial for Jax, while Liz looked apprehensively at the phone at the nurses' station, before dialing Jason's number.

"What the hell are you talking about Rachel? Courtney said you wanted to do something illegal, that it had nothing to do with me," Jax fumed at Rachel's insinuations.

"And she lied – again. Look, Jax, I know Courtney loves you –"

"Yes, she does," Jax shot back, interrupting her.

"Yes, but she was nervous about getting married. And who could blame her, right? Her first marriage was a disaster, and it turns out her second one wasn't even legal." Rachel continued rambling while she thought of another way to spin her lie. "I just came to town to be supportive, and yes I do have a business venture that I wanted to work on here in Port Charles. I thought the distraction would help Courtney not be so nervous about getting married again."

Rachel walked closer to Jax and grabbed his hand. "But when I talked to her about you, she just kept referring to her past – you know, Jason. I suggested that maybe she wasn't ready to get married, and she got upset with me."

Jax looked at Rachel's expression, waiting for her flinch, to anticipate his response so that he knew she was lying. When she didn't, he jerked his hands away from her. "You're still not telling me what business deal you proposed, or why Alcazar is now your perfect partner."

Before Rachel could answer him, Jax's cell rang loudly from his jacket. "Courtney? Where are you?" Jax said immediately upon seeing her name on the caller ID.

"Jax, please hurry to GH. I need you, please," Courtney cried loudly into the phone, and Rachel overheard every word.

"I'll be right there," Jax slammed his phone shut and raced out to the door.

"Jax, I'm coming with you," Rachel said, knowing Jax wouldn't fight her in a rush. They ran to the elevator together, and Rachel contemplated her next move.

"Monica came by this afternoon. I told her we were staying here overnight, and she could check in on you the minute we got back to the penthouse," Sam said, stroking her hand over Jason's.

"Come here," Jason said softly to Sam, wanting to hold her close when he explained what happened.

"I could lean too hard on your stitches," Sam protested, but Jason pulled her closer anyway. She carefully wrapped her arm around Jason waist and slid slowly next to him. "How long do you want to stay here?" Her question came out shaky.

"I just want to see how he does through the night, and then we'll go home," Jason whispered, kissing Sam's head. "Sam... I'm sorry he scared you. I know you've never seen that in Sonny before, and neither have I, really. Not this bad." His voice lowered faintly, tamping down the fear he had for his friend.

Jason's voice was unsure for the first time, and Sam raised her head to meet his eyes. "You know, little flecks of green dance in your eyes when you're scared." She smiled as Jason relaxed and pulled her closer to him. "I'm ok, Jason, really. I'm afraid for Sonny, but I know he'll be ok." She paused and looked back up at him. "I'm sorry I came without you."

"Yeah, try not to do that again, huh?" He weaved a layer of her hair through his fingers.

"I promise," Sam said, drawing his face to hers. His lips met hers, and she gently pushed herself away from his body to fully return his kiss. Her mouth played around his, until his tongue gently forced it open. She curled her tongue around his, and he moaned softly, wanting to pull her closer.

Just as Sam went to pull Jason over her, she felt his cell phone ring in his pocket. "So that really was just a cell phone in your pocket," she said jokingly and slightly pushed him back up.

Jason laughed at her joke, but then winced as he answered his phone. "Jason Morgan."

"Jason, it's Elizabeth," Liz said anxiously. "You need to come to GH. There's been an accident."

"What do you mean?" Jason's attention snapped, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up at Elizabeth's silence. "Who was it?"

"It's Michael." Liz answered him, and heard the line go dead.

Sam picked the phone off the floor, and tried to push Jason back down. "Jason, slow down! You could hurt yourself."

Reese stepped back in the room at the sound of Sam's urgent voice. "What's going on?"

"Michael's been in an accident, Sam," Jason said, not acknowledging Reese. "I have to get Carly and Sonny..."

"Jason," Sam stopped, but then said what she thought. "Do you think Sonny would even realize what you're saying?"

Jason looked from Sam's face to Reese's. He knew Sam was right, but he couldn't lie to Sonny about Michael.

"I'll go tell Carly. Sam, help Jason to the car," Reese said, to Jason and Sam's surprise. Before he could protest, she had run up the stairs and Sam was gathering his things.

Reese ran to Sonny's bedroom door, but stopped short of bursting in. She slowly turned the knob, and Carly met her at the door.

"What are you still doing here?" Carly demanded, not appreciating Reese's ongoing presence in Sonny's home. "Sonny's sleeping, and I don't..."

"Carly, you have to go to the hospital, now," Reese said determined. "Your son was in an accident."

Carly flung the door open widely, grabbed her purse and she and Reese ran down the stairs, but Reese stopped at the doorway. "I'm staying here."

"What? Why? Nevermind, I don't care," Carly said quickly, and ran out the door Max held open for her. He glanced at Reese, and she just walked back into the living room. She knew someone had to stay with Sonny, but she didn't feel that great about it being her.

Her thoughts drifted to her own little boy, and she said a silent prayer that Michael would be ok. "This is not what I signed on for," she said aloud to herself, before going back upstairs to watch Sonny sleep.

"Monica, I don't think you should be in here," Bobbie said over Alan's still unconscious body.

"I have to, Bobbie," Monica snapped, as the interns bustled around them, setting up Alan's heart monitor. They all had a cautious look on their face, having overheard what the EMT said about an overdose, but no one would say anything.

"He's crashing!" Someone called out over Bobbie and Monica's argument, and Monica spun around to see Alan's monitor near flatlining.

"God, no!" Monica began compressions on Alan's chest. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare die on me! I need the defib now!" Bobbie rolled the defibrillator closer and prepared it accordingly.

"It's charged," Bobbie announced and positioned the paddles for Monica to grab.

"CLEAR!" Monica shouted, and shocked Alan's chest. Bobbie took over compressions and moved back as Monica shocked Alan again. "C'mon!" Monica looked hard at Bobbie's hands pumping on Alan's chest until the monitor mercifully began beating.

"He's back," one of the interns said, and moved the crash cart back away from the gurney. She checked his fluid level and gave Bobbie an uncertain look.

"You saved him, Monica," Bobbie said, guiding her friend's now shaking hands away from Alan. "Let them take care of the rest, c'mon." She led Monica out slowly by her shoulders, keeping her from turning back as the other doctors worked to keep Alan stable.

Monica looked around for Emily, and saw her on the phone. She walked up behind her in time to hear her say, "Just come with the family, Grandfather" before she hung up and turned to her mother.

"Monica," Emily said sad but politely, to excuse herself and walked around the woman that raised her. She went back past the nurses' station and sat next to Courtney. "Any word on Michael?"

Tony emerged before they could talk, and stopped Courtney from rushing into the room. "We got him stable, Courtney, but there's internal bleeding, which accounts for his blood pressure being so low. We've done all we can do without needing consent from his parents."

"Not even to save his life? I know Carly would want you to do everything you could, so just do it," Courtney's voice neared screaming.

Emily stood behind her. "I'm his godmother, will that suffice?"

"No, unfortunately it won't," Tony answered. "Courtney, to do anything more puts Michael at significant risk. The swelling near behind his ear is serious, as well as his broken leg. I can't send him into without completely informing his parents," he said calmly, though he cringed inside. He never forgot that he once wanted to be Michael's father, and if it were up to him, he would be ordering the necessary procedures instead of waiting on Sonny and Carly to show up. "Have you even called them?"

"I did," Liz answered, looking accusingly at Courtney. "They're on their way. Tony do you need me to do anything else?"

"No, none of us can right now," he replied sadly, and Liz left quietly to finish her rounds and go be with Lucky.

"Can I at least sit with him, until Carly and Sonny get here?" Courtney pleaded.

"Yes, only for a minute, and you can't touch anything," Tony answered sternly. Courtney nodded, and pushed the doors open. She wanted to run back out when she saw Michael's still bruised face. She wiped back her tears and sat on a stool next to him.

"Michael," Courtney choked out and went to reach for him. She withdrew her hand and cried even harder. "It should have been me. God, I'd do anything to have you wake up right now. You have to be ok," she said, holding onto the rails on either side of the gurney, "because we love you so much. Ahh," Courtney couldn't hold back the strong despair any longer. "It should have been me."

"NO! No, no, no!" Carly's voice broke through Courtney's tears as she burst through the door, to find her son's pale, bruised and swollen face stiff and her best friend covered in his blood.