Port Charles: The REAL General Hospital
Chapter 3
A/N: Again, thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing. And thanks to those who are advertising for us on other sites…your check is in the mail.
This chapter is brought to you courtesy of a shirtless Greg Vaughn because hey, have you seen him shirtless?
"Let's see, no, Thursday doesn't work for me," Nurse Bobbie Spencer said into the phone as she flipped through the pages of her day planner. "Actually, I can't come in for another three weeks. What? That's perfect. Okay, so I will see you on the eighteenth, I can't wait. Thank you, bye bye." She hung up the phone and penciled in the appointment for her next collagen injection. She heard the elevator ding and looked up to see a tall blonde walking towards her.
"Bobbie, I just got your voicemail!" the blonde said, coming up to the nurses' station. "Are my girls okay? Is something wrong with Maxie's heart? What about Georgie's head? Is everything okay?"
Bobbie stared at her for a moment. "Felicia, is that you?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes!" The blonde sighed in exasperation. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you." Bobbie picked up two charts and walked around the desk to stand beside Felicia. "I'm glad you're here though, the tests we ran on Georgie and Maxie before releasing them from the hospital just came back in."
"Is something wrong? I mean, it's only been 4 days since Georgie's accident, and she's at work, and I don't know if the Pizza Shack will let her take any more time off. Oh God, is it Maxie? Because she's so frail right now, even though she was released from the hospital after 5 days and every time she sneezes, I'm afraid she's having another heart attack."
Bobbie smiled sympathetically, or at least she would have if it hadn't been for the Botox treatment she had had an hour ago. "Well, that's just it Felicia," she began slowly. "You see, it's the strangest thing, but we're terribly shorthanded here right now. Doctors keep disappearing for long periods of time, and there are never more than two doctors on duty at once. Thank God Liz took my advice and took those correspondence classes for nursing, we simply couldn't have waited for her to actually attend medical school." She sighed. "If only I could convince Emily now."
"Bobbie!" Felicia interrupted her rant impatiently. "What do I need to worry about? The heart or the brain?"
"I don't know Felicia," Bobbie answered with a shrug of her shoulders. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. We ran the same tests on both girls, but whoever was in the lab that day mixed them up somehow, and we don't know what results belong to whom." She paused. "You're not going to sue, are you? Because we're already dealing with 2 potential lawsuits and another one really won't look good for us.
"But one of the girls is in trouble?" Felicia pressed.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." Bobbie looked at the chart she was holding. "Felicia, one of the girls has an infection that's contracted primarily in tattoo shops. Now, the infection spreads quickly, and as you know, she's very weak already, so she needs to stay as relaxed as possible. Any undue or unneeded stress will be very traumatic to either her heart or her brain and could be potentially fatal."
"But neither of the girls has a tattoo!" Felicia protested. "Not that I know of and…" her voice trailed off as she thought about something she had heard one of the girls say earlier that morning. "Thank you Bobbie, I'll be bringing her in as soon as I know which one she is!" Felicia spun around on her heel and headed back for the elevator.
Liz's eyes fluttered open and instead of seeing her unbelievably, undeniably hot boyfriend/soul mate/fiancé lying across from her; she locked eyes with the wall –a wall that had a large roach crawling up it.
She took a shoe and smacked it. Damn roach. God, how she hated being poor.
"Lucky?" she asked softly looking around the room. Liz continued calling for him until she heard some heavy panting.
"391, 392, 393, 394 …" Liz walked in on Lucky doing push ups. She watched as drops of sweat ever so slowly traced his muscles that were bare due to this lack of shirt. They contracted back and forth as he diligently moved –oh, ahem. Yes, he was uh … doing push-ups.
When he saw her, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her. And looked into her … blue eyes?
"Liz, I know I have some memory problems but I'm no Jason Morgan … when did your eyes turn blue?" Lucky asked.
Liz grinned sheepishly and put a hand up to her face. "I sort of volunteered myself to the Optometry department at GH. They're experimenting with new contacts that can either make your vision 20/20 or totally and completely blind you." Lucky stared at her in disbelief, his bare chest –okay, I'm done. I swear. "Lucky, they're paying $300 to every volunteer!"
Lucky balled his hands into a fist and went to punch the wall, but stopped himself before realizing, well, it was one of their only walls.
"I don't like this Liz!" he screamed. "I'm the man of the house; I should be taking care of you."
She walked over and ran her hands over his toned, very toned, arms. "Honey, we're in this together. Sure, you're a cop and I'm a nurse and only in this town does that equal poor but we're in this together. Nothing is going to tear us apart."
Lucky flashed a smile. That was the Spencer Way. Grin and bear it –or burn down a police station … or rock in a rocking chair wearing a really bad, blonde wig.
He motioned for her to come into the kitchen, which was really just on the floor, a little to the left, over from their mattress. He brought out two plates covered in newspaper.
"For you, my dear," he said uncovering the, um, dishes? "Breakfast."
Liz looked down at her food. She sighed. She was all for this 'together' thing but a girl could only eat so many cold sandwiches on a cold floor. Liz gently touched her cheek and breathed a sigh of relief. No breakouts or flare-ups. But then again, her skin was always perfect. She was the closest thing PC had to a true blue Noxzema Girl. Wow!
Gone were the days of her secretly wishing that he would surprise her with a slice a pizza, chili from Kelly's, or, hell, even a damn hot pocket –preferably turkey and cheese.
"Dig in!" Lucky said gleefully as he munched down on his sandwich. He shook his head in delight.
Liz carefully picked up her food and eyed it. She placed it back down and shook her head.
"Ugh, Lucky," she groaned. "Peanut butter and popcorn sandwiches again?" Liz let out a sigh then muttered under her breath, "I bet Jax would give me caviar."
Lucky nearly choked. "What! No, Liz!"
The brunette stood up. "Oh, come on, Lucky! Why not? Jax offered to build us a house if I gave him and Courtney triplets –one boy with blonde hair, a girl with red hair and another boy, but with brown hair. Please?"
"No!"
"Think about it, sweetheart. We could be living the good life. Butlers, drivers, nice clothes. All I have to do is produce three children for Jax and Courtney … after I give birth to this baby for Big Alice and Reginald … then Skye and Luke … then Jason and Sam," Liz said suddenly remembering that she had promised children to more than half of Port Charles.
"Jason and Sam?" Lucky asked. "Sam can't conceive?"
Liz laughed and waved off the response. "Sure she can … but you don't really think those two have sex do you? I'm a nurse, Lucky, and I know for a fact that it's physically impossible to conceive a child by hugging."
Lucky nodded thoughtfully. He had never thought of that. Hm. Learn something new everyday.
He regained his offended manner. "No!" he said turning back to his sandwich. Before he could take a bite, a rather elaborate knock came to the door. The two opened it up to reveal Jax and Courtney.
"Maxie!" Georgie leaned across the couch and tried to grab the remote out of her older sister's hands. "Like, no way Maxie! We are not watching Zenon again! We've seen it like, 50 million times, at least!"
"Stop it Georgie!" Maxie whined as she held the remote out of Georgie's reach. "I have to see if she saves the world a third time! Besides, I have a bad heart!"
"Well I just had brain surgery!" Georgie retorted. "Come on!" she pleaded. "Maxie, I Tivo'd the final episode of Dancing with the Stars and I need to know who wins! I made a bet with Dillon that the old guy would."
"Well of course the old guy is," Maxie replied. "You seriously think that playboy bunny will? She's as graceful as an elephant."
"Yeah, you're right. Dillon's going to owe me dinner." She sat back. "Isn't Dillon perfect?" she asked dreamily. "I mean, he is seriously like, the perfect boyfriend, don't you think? I mean, not that you would really know what a perfect boyfriend was like, because Kyle wasn't, but—"
"Hey, Shawn was perfect!" Maxie interrupted.
"Who?"
"Oh, sorry, force of habit." Maxie shrugged her shoulders. "You know who I think is perfect? Jason Morgan."
"Jason Morgan? But Maxie, he's like, a mobster! And he's killed people," her voice dropped to a whisper at the last words.
"But he's a good one," Maxie insisted. "And you know I can only like the bad boys Georgie, and Jason is just so so cute!"
Georgie shrugged. "I guess, I mean, Dillon's cuter, but…"
"Diego's cute too, don't you think Diego's cute?" Maxie interrupted.
"Diego looks like he's 30!"
"Yeah…Jason's definitely hotter," Maxie decided. "Oh look!" she said pointing at the television. "Zenon is so cool!"
Before Georgie could answer, they heard Mac and Felicia coming into the house.
"Maria Maximilliana Jones!" Felicia yelled.
"Georgianna Jones!" Mac yelled.
Both girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes at the use of their full names.
"In the living room!" Maxie called, turning off Zenon.
Mac and Felicia ran into the room. "Are you girls okay?" Felicia asked breathlessly. "Stress free?"
"We're fine, Mom," Georgie said. She was still surprised at how different her mom had looked when she had woken up from her brain surgery.
"Okay good," Felicia and Mac said at the same time.
"You need to stay calm. I want you to relax. We all just need to stay calm." Mac added. He kept his voice as soothing as he could.
"Which one of you has the tattoo?" Felicia yelled suddenly. "Who did it? And when? When did you have time to get a tattoo?"
"It wasn't me!" Georgie protested, standing up and holding her hands out. "Mom, Mac, I swear, I didn't get a tattoo."
"So it's you!" Felecia turned to Maxie. "Let's see it," she demanded. They all watched as Maxie took off her long sleeved shirt and turned around, showing off the big heart on her left shoulder.
Georgie burst out laughing. Mac wouldn't be able to say anything bad about Dillon now. She must have said this out loud because Mac turned and looked at her. "I'm calm," she said, hoping that would settle him down. "Relaxed too. Like, totally stress free."
"I heart Jason Morgan?" Felicia asked, her voice full of disbelief. "You heart Jason Morgan? Maxie, how do you even know Jason Morgan?"
"He's perfect mom," Maxie gushed.
"He's a cold-blooded killer," Mac snapped. "And if you even go near him, I'll have you on a plane to your grandmother's in Texas so fast you won't even know what happened."
"Mac, that's so unfair!" Maxie whined. "I can't help it, I love Jason! I-" She stopped suddenly and clutched at the area around her heart. She gasped once and then began coughing, her eyes rolling back in her head as she began to feel weak.
"I told you she had to stay calm!" Felicia scolded. "Come on, get your car, we have to get her to the hospital now!"
Georgie watched as her parents led Maxie out of the house before she sat back down on the couch, perfectly calmly, and reached for the phone. "Hi Dillon?" she asked cheerfully once he picked up. "My parents and Maxie are gone for the night, do you want to come over?" she asked eagerly. "We can watch Dancing with the Stars!"
"Hidy-ho!" Jax yelled snatching Courtney's pink and diamond-encrusted flask and taking a swig. She pouted in response. He had his own liquor, why was he always hogging hers?
"So, are you two lovebirds taking me up on my offer?" he asked.
"Jax, don't you mean 'our' offer?" Courtney said giggling. She tossed her perfect hair back and giggled again.
Jax … ignored her. He turned to Liz and his eyes lit up. He gave her a hug as Lucky clenched his fist.
He stared at Liz. "There's something different about you … new bangs? No! Highlights? No, wait! Your eyes. That slight hint of black eyeliner really goes with the blue of your contacts and your brown hair completes the look perfectly."
Lucky rolled his eyes. Courtney looked on proudly. There was nothing like a man who could point out things like that.
Liz bit down on her lip. "Jax, there's going to be quite a wait if you want me to be a surrogate. So-"
"So, in other words, the answer is no. We're not accepting your money or some fancy house," Lucky said sternly.
Jax licked his finger then smoothed his eyelashes. "I believe I was talking to Liz, not Lucky. I know your names sorta sound alike but I was talking to her not-"
Before Jax could finish his sentence, Lucky punched him then head butted him. Yes, he head butted him.
"Dude! What the-" Jax tried to say before Lucky punched him in his rubbery, flabby gut.
Liz screamed, moving out of the way. If she knew where baby Cameron was, she would grab him and sit in the corner but she didn't. She contemplated the last time she saw her child. Two days ago? No. A week? She shrugged. She was a nurse. A busy one.
Lucky punched Jax again and again; emphasizing the 'Pow' sound by repeating it every time his hand made contact with the Aussie's face.
"Bob and weave, Jas -err, Jax! Bob and weave!" Courtney screamed and giggled as she knocked her head back, taking a drink from a bottle of Jose Cuervo she pulled out of her purse. She had been giving her husband lessons in self-defense for the past few weeks but he always wanted to end early, either complaining of a broken nail or wanting to jump into bed.
"Pow! Pow! Powwwww!" Lucky yelled, pounding into the man. "How's that, bitch? What was that? Pow! Thought so! What's my name? Pow! That's right. Say it. Uh-huh. Say it again! Pow! Louder!"
Courtney frowned as she saw Jax's stomach jiggle with every punch. She made a mental note to work on that. She giggled. Liz looked at her then started laughing too.
They looked at Lucky's bare torso then back at Jax's clothed one. Both women simultaneously agreed that Jax couldn't hold a candle –well, in his case, a scented candle to Lucky.
Jax continued to be Lucky's bitch until Liz finally jumped in. Courtney tried to, but couldn't seem to walk in a straight line so she stood back and retrieved her back-up flask filled with Corona from her bra and let the good times begin.
"Stop it, right now!" Liz screamed jumping on Lucky's back. "What is your problem?"
"I'm sick of this pansy-ass trying to buy you!" Lucky cried.
Jax staggered up from the floor, his face a bloody mess. He spit out a tooth.
"That ass-whopping was highly unnecessary, mate," he stammered. He adjusted his collar and popped it up Abercrombie-style because he was sweet like that.
"Well, you want another one?" Lucky asked clenching a fist.
"Now, stop it you two!" Liz yelled. She turned to Lucky. "Jax is not trying to buy me."
"That's right," Jax replied. "I was coming over simply to ask you about our talk and then fly you to The French Riviera for dinner then send you on a shopping spree at Chanel."
Liz nodded. "See, Lucky?"
Lucky grimaced then pointed a finger at Jax. "Stay away from here. If I catch you near our cardboard, I mean house, again … you're mine." He turned to Liz. "I'm going to find my ski mask and go rob Mike at Kelly's. Stay here. Don't open the door for anyone you don't know." He then left the room.
Courtney turned her face up. Mike. Golly gee damn, that name sounded familiar. Mike. Hm … was he their driver? Oh, nope, that was Ike. Mike. Ooh! They're butler that was always caught stealing their fine china? Ah, oh well! She had Jax and he was all she needed.
"Um, Courtney? You don't mind if Jax and I hang out for a little while?" Liz asked.
Courtney giggled. "Of course not. Jax makes out with women in front of me, publicly humiliates me for even speaking Jason's name, lectures me about how I don't spend enough time with him and continues to make me an even bigger drunk than Sonny and I take it all in stride. He's good to me. I love him more than anything. I am the perfect wife. Of course he can wine and dine you," she answered sweetly.
"Great!" Liz responded. "I'm going to go change."
She turned and walked away.
Courtney and Jax both looked at the mattress then back at one another. They both raised an eyebrow.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Courtney asked in a low voice, almost growling.
"I think so," Jax said nodding.
"Let's do it!" Courtney yelled. Jax squealed. The two ran over to the mattress and started their usual routine.
"I love jumping on beds!" Courtney said.
"Me too!" Jax screamed doing a back flip. "It's almost like a trampoline!"
The two grabbed hands and yelled in unison: "Sweet!"
Sam voiceover: (half-whispers) "Stay tuned for scenes from the next Port Charles: The Real General Hospital."
GH Promo Guy: "Next week on Port Charles: The Real General Hospital: A natural disaster sweeps through Port Charles, and it will change everything you thought you knew. Lives will be forever ripped apart. Unexpected friendships will form. And finally, the reunion you thought you'd never see. Port Charles: The Real General Hospital, can you handle it?
Monica voiceover: (sarcastically trying not to laugh) On the next Port Charles: The Real General Hospital, not that I'll actually be on it or anything…"
Sonny (standing on the docks with Jason): "So really, does this look like a gray hair or not?"
Mike (Smiles as Sam, Morgan and Michael walk into Kelly's): "Boys, have you missed Grandpa?" (Morgan cries, Michael looks confused).