Luis's arms were around her. They were on his yacht in the middle of the ocean, just the two of them and Cameron. Responsibilities were left behind and the only thing they had to do was love each other.

Elizabeth winced as Luis took a sharp breath, stiffening slightly. He was in pain. He was in pain and her fantasy was just that. Her eyes fluttered open to a hospital bed at GH and the epidemic that was claiming victim after victim.

She pushed herself up as carefully as she could, trying not to hurt Luis, but at the same time, moving quickly to gather her surroundings. Why was she in bed with Luis? Her back was pressed against the bars of the railing. Her eyelids were heavy and her eyes burned. Rubbing her eyes, she scanned the room until she saw Lorenzo. He was walking towards the bed and he looked like he needed the sleep that she had just gotten.

"What happened? No, wait…" She looked down at Luis and sighed. As much as she loved to be so close to him, she couldn't stay in that spot. Her back ached, and Luis didn't need the pressure against him. "Can you help me out, please?"

Lorenzo nodded and silently lowered the rail. He took Elizabeth's hand as she stepped down, first one foot, then the other, then raised the railing again when she was clear. He touched his brother's forehead lightly, but Elizabeth noticed that he didn't jerk away as she'd seen him do previously. In fact, when she woke up, Luis hadn't been as feverish as she thought he should have been.

"Lorenzo, what happened?" She ran her hands through her hair, and winced as she caught tangles at the end. She pulled her hands free and sighed. "How did I end up with Luis? And why isn't he hot? Did he get his serum? Are Jason and Carly back?"

Lorenzo shook his head. "You came in to tell us about the serum from Spencer, and you passed out. Luis insisted that you lay with him. That you sleep better with him." Did she really? She had to admit that she did. Of course, she'd always slept better while laying next to someone she loved. And if she slept that well, exhausted or not, she had admit that she was in love with him. "The doctors said that you needed your rest. There was no need to move you, so you were allowed to lay with Luis."

Elizabeth looked at Luis and bit her bottom lip. How did he manage to constantly surprise her with his selflessness? She repeatedly found herself with men that others said were bad for her, men who would eventually hurt her, but they all tried their best to show her only their good side. The part of them that was pure and sincere. She'd seen darker parts of Jason. The darkest parts of Ric. Would Luis travel those same roads? Possibly, but so far, so good.

"And the fever?"

"Dr. Drake got him a dose. It's working. His fever broke, but they won't give him his previous medication for the pain until his other symptoms have subsided. They say they have no idea how this would interact with the—"

Lorenzo searched for the word and when he couldn't find it, Elizabeth said, "Oxycontin." She nodded. "It makes sense. We've never seen anything like this before, and there's no telling what could happen. He could go into respiratory arrest, cardiac arrest. Unfortunately, he'll have to suffer a little while longer until everything can be sorted out."

Lorenzo listened intently, but the second she was finished, he turned away. He crossed the room and rested his hands on Diego's arm. He was still sick, and from his chills, shivers, and grunting, he was getting worse. Diego looked as though he didn't have the strength to thrash in pain, and all he could do was suffer silently. "Diego didn't get anything yet, did he?"

Lorenzo sighed and shook his head. "They can only take so much from Spencer at a time, and only so many serums can be made. The last available dose was given to Sam McCall's brother. He escaped the death that has claimed many others. The death that I hope won't claim my son."

Elizabeth stepped up behind him and didn't know what to say to him. She was accustomed to comforting her friends, but Lorenzo Alcazar wasn't a friend. He was her boyfriend's brother, but there was no closeness between them. They were cordial to one another, and Lorenzo was polite to everyone. He was even polite to Alexis, and she had been the one to nearly kill his brother. Elizabeth didn't think that it was her place to comfort him. That was Carly's job, and since doses of an antidote weren't being handed out like candy, she could only assume that Carly wasn't back, yet.

But, there was something else that stopped her from moving to him. Her own thoughts and questions. How long had she been asleep? The last memory Elizabeth had of patients, they were all still alive. All the patients that she hadn't gotten a chance to see in the possible hours that she'd been asleep with Luis… Some of them could have been dead. Considering that she was seeing nearly every patient on the roster, it was definite that some of hers were dead.

"Lorenzo…" Elizabeth swallowed hard. "Who died?"

He turned to her slowly and sighed. Lorenzo ran a hand through his hair, pushing towards the back, then falling forward to surf down his face. He moved around to massage his neck, then let his arm fall. Nervous gesture, maybe? Probably just tired. "I'm not sure that I should be the one telling you any of this. You have friends to handle this kind of thing."

That alone told her that it would be someone she cared about. Selfishly, she had hoped the death toll had been confined to people she knew only on a medical or passing basis. No one close to her. While she knew that it wasn't the worst. Grams wasn't sick, so she was alive. Cameron and Luis had both received the antidote. They would be fine. Nikolas? Ric?

"Lorenzo, please. Right now—If it's anyone close to me, then any of my friends won't be able to help me. If anything, I should probably be helping them."

"Perhaps I should get Nurse Spencer. You're close to her."

"Lorenzo, just tell me."

He took in a deep breath, and at first, she thought he wasn't going to say anything. He crossed the room, as though he would leave. Maybe he would go get Bobbie. He stopped at the door, however, and turned back. "Jesse Beaudry. Justus Ward. Courtney Matthews." He shook his head. "I'll have to explain somehow to Carly that Corinthos didn't make it. She's out there, and last she called, amidst some strange reference to 'chasing the chimp with Jason' as she put it, she said she was searching for a cure for Diego, but I knew she was looking for Corinthos, as well."

"That's all very sad. I mean, they're all people I know, but—Lorenzo, I'm standing here holding my breath, waiting to hear something that's going to devestate me, and I haven't heard it yet. If nothing else, you've just made me realize that I need to see Ric, just in case he's been told about Courtney and Sonny. What else aren't you telling me?"

"Elizabeth—" He shook his head. "While you were sleeping, Lucky Spencer died."

Nothing moved. Everything remained still, right up until the point where Elizabeth nearly toppled over. The forced motion made her realize that she wasn't breathing. She sucked in a huge gush of air, and her knees went weak with her exhale. She reached out to keep herself upright, and the only thing nearby was the foot of Luis's bed. She jerked her hand free and fell to the floor.

Lucky had been her first love. He was the one that brought her back from the brink of insanity, paranoia, and seclusion after her rape. She'd mourned his death after the fire, screaming out her pain until there was nothing left within her with which to grieve. She'd helped him through hallucinations and brainwashing. For a vast majority of her life, Elizabeth thought that she and Lucky would be together forever. That they were destined to be together. And now… Now, he was dead, and this time it was for real.

But, it didn't feel like before. She didn't ache like the fire. She was shocked. She was hurt. But, there wasn't the overwhelming urge to throw up. Honestly, throughout her waking hours in the hospital, she'd only been to Lucky's room a few times, much less than she should have been. And as she thought of the loss of Lucky, she felt more pain for Nikolas and Emily than she did for herself.

The four of them hadn't been the Four Musketeers in years. They had changed, and in the process, they'd been splintered. While Emily got her dream of Nikolas falling in love with her, Elizabeth found that her dream of being with Lucky forever wasn't going to happen. He grew into someone she didn't recognize, a man who couldn't find the fun in life anymore. He pulled away from everything that had been great about them, and in the end, they were barely able to be friends. He condemned her choice of Luis. She resented his meddling. She'd told him once, "Just because you forgot how to enjoy life, doesn't mean that I have to do the same thing."

And now… Now, Lucky was gone.

"Liz?" She blinked up at Bobbie. She knelt in front of her, arms on her shoulders. "Liz, look at me."

"Bobbie?" Elizabeth swallowed hard and shook her head. "Oh, Bobbie, I'm so sorry!" She threw her arms around her and cried on her shoulder. Yet, she felt guilty, because the tears should have been completely for Lucky. For her own loss, but they were for Bobbie. She still had her nephew. Elizabeth had lost Lucky long ago. She knew that she had lost Lucky, the real Lucky Spencer, when he died the first time in that fire.

"You know about Lucky." Bobbie sighed, and Elizabeth could hear the tears in her voice. "We still haven't told Nikolas. He's too sick right now, and Stefan won't let us tell him. But Luke…"

"Oh, God, he thinks this is his fault, doesn't he? That he brought the virus and…" Elizabeth pulled back from Bobbie and wiped her eyes. "I…" What could she say? If she were going to tell anyone how she felt about Lucky's death, it wasn't going to be Bobbie. She couldn't look into his aunt's face and tell her that she didn't feel enough for his death. That it made her realize how far gone her love for him truly had been. But, what did she say?

Elizabeth was saved from the uncomfortable moment by Lorenzo. He looked down at her as he slapped his phone shut. When had he made a call? "That was Carly." Okay, so when had he received a call? She hadn't even heard the phone ring. "She and Morgan have the chimp and they're on their way back. She said to have Dr. Drake or Scorpio waiting for them at the front so they can get in the hospital." Lorenzo rushed to Diego's side and whispered softly. "You'll be safe soon, Diego. Carly—Carly came through. She has saved your life, and I will never forget that."

Elizabeth swallowed hard and slowly climbed to her feet. She looked at Bobbie, and she wanted to have such hope. All of the people who were ill, they would finally get their freedom. They would get what was needed to make them well. But, it was too late for the Spencer family. Lucky was already dead, and this time, there would be no miraculous resurrection.