He needed to see Luis, but he couldn't leave his son. Diego was sleeping, but he could have woken up. He didn't need to wake up alone in a crowded hallway. Lorenzo had failed him enough. He wasn't going to do that again.

But hadn't he failed Luis, also? Had he been paying attention, Brenda Barrett would have never come into Luis's life. Had he remained focused on the task at hand, his brother's daughter would still be alive. She would have never come to Port Charles. Had he told her the truth about her father, or just taken care of business-- He owed Luis his attention. He owed his brother a child. He could give him the first. Someone else was giving him the latter.

Flip a coin? Lorenzo almost laughed. Carly probably would have told him that. Heads Diego. Snake tails Luis. Or she'd just tell him to stay with Diego, because she wasn't a huge fan of Luis anyway. But Lorenzo didn't ask her to be his fan. She was only asked to accept the bond between the Alcazar twins. So, thinking that way, maybe she would have told him to go check on his brother.

Why on Earth was he thinking about Carly anyway? There were more pressing matters at hand.

"Why are both my son and my brother still in the hallway?"

"Mr. Alcazar—"

"I want no excuses. There are people who arrived after Diego who already have private rooms and I know that Luis was one of the first to arrive."

Dr. Tony Jones took in a deep breath and exhaled heavily. The man looked weary. "We only have so many rooms. We simply don't have enough space to give everyone a private room."

"Then get another hospital to take some. Mercy has room."

"We are under quarantine, Mr. Alcazar. No one is going anywhere, and unless they're sick, no one is getting in."

Lorenzo gave Tony his best glare, but it was doing nothing. "If this is about money—"

"This is about space."

"Fine, then put them in a room together. Just get them out of the hallway. You have fifteen minutes before I take matters into my own hands."

Lorenzo pivoted on his heel and got four steps toward Diego when he saw her. Auburn hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, Carly stood beside the gurney, holding Diego's hand. The young man was still asleep, but Carly was talking softly to him regardless.

Lorenzo walked up to her quickly. "Carly?" She turned to him and her face looked freshly scrubbed. "What are you doing here?"

"Momma called." Carly stopped to brush errant strands of hair out of her face. "I was going to stay in tonight. Sony has the boys so—" Carly shrugged. "But Bobbie called and said you might need me. That Diego and Luis were here."

"Elizabeth Webber told me he had a fever. That he brought her ill son to the hospital and collapsed, but I can't find anymore information. He's still in a hallway somewhere. I don't-- I haven't seen him and—"

"Go to him, Lorenzo." He looked at her with confusion and Carly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. Not the biggest fan of your brother, but he's still your brother. You've done what you can for Diego, now it's time to do something for yourself. Ease your fears. Go find Luis, and I'll stay with Diego."

"Are you sure? Carly, you shouldn't even be here. How did you get in? We're under quarantine. None of us are going anywhere."

"Did you forget who you were talking to?" Carly winked and gave him a small grin. "I can sneak into anywhere if I really want to be there. And I really wanted to be here." Carly stepped towards Lorenzo, extending her body. She still held on to Diego's hand, but with her free hand, she reached out and lightly cupped Lorenzo's cheek. "Go see your brother. I'll be here with Diego, and if he finally gets a room, that's where I'll be. Don't worry, Lorenzo. He won't be alone."

Lorenzo rolled his face into Carly's palm and took in the scent of her lotion. Rose oil. He'd bought it from her and this was the first time he'd smelled it on her. That she was wearing it gave him some inexplicable calm. He let out a shuddering breath and whispered, "Thank you." He tore himself from her touch and rested a hand on Diego's leg. "I won't be gone long. I know you can't hear me now, but I want you to know that I'll be back."

It was hard, leaving Diego's side, but Lorenzo made his way down the hallway. People hurried past them, and more than once, he looked back to Diego. He turned back to see Elizabeth standing over Luis. His brother's eyes were wide, and the closer he became, he could feel the frantic energy pulsing from him. He stopped to lean against the wall, and that was when she turned. Their eyes locked for a moment, then she ran.

With Luis screaming after her, obviously delusional, Lorenzo moved to his side. He pushed his fighting brother back to the bed. "Luis!" He looked up to him and shook his head. "Luis, listen to me! It's Lorenzo, hermano."

"Lorenzo—" Luis had long since lost his accent, but Lorenzo had heard its return when he first came to Port Charles after his recuperation in Venezuela. It was slight, then, only coming out on certain words, but now, with his fevered brain racing, he sounded as he had before he'd first started his worldly travels.

Luis fell back against the bed and shuddered. He huddled into the covers, burying himself within their warmth. "Where is Elizabeth? She was here—Why are you here?"

Should he tell him? Would he just assume that he was there for him? Of course, if the room situation were worked out, he would know about Diego eventually. "Diego is sick," he said carefully. "He has the same sickness as you. He's just down the hall, and I'm trying to get the two of you into a room."

"Diego… Dios Mio." Luis groaned and rolled his head to the side. "Elizabeth. She should have been with Cameron. She came to see me. I said nothing wrong, did I? I didn't turn her away, did I?"

This time, it was easier to decide what to say. "No, Luis. She went to see her son. She'll be back for you."

"Good. I love her." Luis groaned. "I thought I'd never again, that it wasn't safe to love. But, Elizabeth… mi corazon. I love her, and I can not have her afraid of me."

"She's not afraid of you, Luis. She's afraid for you. And for her son, and her friends. A lot of people are sick."

"And you? You aren't—" Lorenzo shook his head and Luis sighed. "Good. Diego—You should be with him. Go be with your son."

"Carly is with him. I'm going to have you both put in a room together. I can't split my time. He's my son, Luis, but you are my brother. I can't leave you alone."

"I'm not alone. I have an angel. A nursing angel." He rolled onto his side and pulled the blankets around him. "I hurt, and I'm weary, but she won't let anything happen to me. I trust her."

But Luis often trusted the wrong people. He gave himself to the wrong woman. With all that was going on, this wasn't the time to have him do the same again. But, it was also not the time to take away his hope. For the time being, Lorenzo would let Luis believe whatever was necessary to stay strong. He'd nearly lost his twin once. He wasn't about to do the same again.