Luke hung up the phone as he turned back towards Lucky's room. Everybody that could physically be here was on their way. Now all that was left to do was wait, and hope that things would end on a positive note.

Making his way down the hallway, Luke paused as he saw Elizabeth curled up in front of Lucky's door. Gently bending down in front of her, he tentatively ran his fingers through her hair in what he hoped was a comforting motion.

Elizabeth's head snapped up as she felt the contact. Tracks where her tears had fallen stained her face, and her eyes continued to brim with tears. Speaking in a voice barely above a whisper, she tried to reach out to Luke.

"Please don't do this."

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I know how hard this is for you, I do. But that man lying in that bed, that's not Lucky. He won't ever have a chance if we leave him like this. We have to take a chance in pulling the plug, and hope that it will bring him back to us."

"He's not Laura. Lucky still has a chance. I mean, he came back to us once before when there wasn't any hope, remember? And he can do it again. All he needs is a chance Luke. We have to give him a chance to fight for himself and find his way back."

"I just want to do what's best for him. Elizabeth, you knew Lucky as well as anybody. Do you think this is what he would have wanted for himself? Or for you?"

Elizabeth's eyes opened wide at his words. "What do I have to do with any of this?"

"Lucky loved you. Do you really think that he would have wanted you to spend the rest of your life at his bedside? I know you Elizabeth, and I could easily see you spending years here, having your hours stolen away from you while you sit here hoping for a miracle."

"But miracles do happen Luke. When Lucky died in that fire, I thought my life was over. I didn't think I could ever get through the pain. But then, we all got a miracle, and he came back to us. It took a year, but he did come back. Why can't we grant him that same opportunity now? What's stopping him from returning to us once more?"

Luke eyed her intently before speaking. "Elizabeth, you're a nurse. You know as well as I do that Lucky's condition is not promising. Now, I could wait a week, or months, or even years to follow through with this, but what would it accomplish? The only way I see him coming back to us is to shock him into realizing that he's in danger. In that moment, he'll be forced to make a decision. He'll either come back to us…or he'll let go."

"And that's a chance that you're willing to take?"

"I raised my son to fight. So I think that if there's even a slight possibility of his returning to us, he will. But if things don't work out the way we all hope…if Lucky dies, then we'll know that he made his decision. We can mourn him and move on with our lives, instead of continuously clinging to a false hope. There will be no more uncertainty, no more guessing. We'll know, Elizabeth. And that will be one last gift that Lucky will be able to leave with us."

Elizabeth answered with her voice barely above a whisper, "I care about him, Luke."

"I know you do." Luke replied gently, reaching out to her once more. "But maybe his last gift of love to you is being able to give you some kind of definitive answer, and hope for your future."

"I don't agree with you Luke. I don't understand why you're doing this, and I don't think I ever will. I won't fight with you, or scream at you. It won't accomplish anything. It won't bring Lucky back to me, or make you change your mind."

"No, it won't. But I would really like you to be there when we stop the machines."

"I'll be there. I'll do it for Lucky. But under no circumstances do I agree or approve of what you're doing, and if there is anything I can do to make you reconsider…"

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. This has to be done. It's the only way."

Bobbie settled herself in the small stool that sat close to Lucky's bed. Cupping her face in her hands, she rested her elbows on the side of the bed, staring at her nephew. Lucky had grown up at some point when Bobbie wasn't looking. As much as Lucky probably would have liked to have different parents at one point, there was no denying where he came from. Seeing the peaceful look that rested on his features, her mind was drawn to Laura. He was so much like his mother. He was gentle and kind, smart and stubborn. If she could have been here to see him, Bobbie knew she would have been so proud at how her son had turned out.

But he was also more like Luke than he ever wanted to admit. He was loyal and brave. He was devoted to the ones he loved, and he would do anything to help them out. But most importantly, he was a fighter.

Bobbie moved her chair in closer to her nephew. Smiling down at him, she gently peeled off the fake mustache she had convinced Elizabeth to apply earlier. She reached down and held his hand in hers, hoping that he would be able to feel the connection she had made between them.

"You know, I was so excited when I heard that you had come to town. Ruby called to tell me, and I couldn't wait to meet you. I thought that you could be somebody for me to play with. I knew that Lucas would love you and look up to you. But then I met you and you surpassed my wildest expectations. You weren't a child. You proved that the minute you got into town. You got here all on your own, with no help from anybody. Even as a kid you proved how strong you were, how you could get anything done if you set your mind to it. As I've watched you grow into a man, I have also seen you grow in strength and in love. I admired you as a child. Isn't that silly? But you had an old soul. You weren't like other kids your age. You had seen the world, you had experienced things that they could only dream about. But in the end, all you wanted was to settle down somewhere, find a place that you could finally call home. I'm so glad that this place was here. Selfishly, I'm thankful that it was close to me, that I got to be a part of your life. You continue to surprise and inspire me, Lucky. When I thought that you didn't have any strength left in you, you would still continue to fight. That's what you need to do now Lucky. Draw from that place, and muster up all of the strength you have left. This is the most important fight that you'll ever have, and you need to come out on top for this one. After all, you can't break your track record. There are so many people here who need you. But don't do it for us. Think of all that you have to live for. You have a long and bright future Lucky. Don't give up on that."

Bobbie pulled his hand up towards her, leaving a gentle kiss on the knuckles. "In case I don't get a chance to tell you this later, I need you to know how important you are to me. It always meant so much that you would come to me when you were in trouble. I just wish that this time, when it really matters, I could do something to help you. I love you, Lucky. I couldn't have asked for a better nephew."

Bobbie paused to wipe at the tears that were streaming down her face. Releasing his hand, she wrapped her arms around herself. Leaning in towards her nephew, she whispered her last words of inspiration, hoping that somewhere within him, he could hear her.

"We love you Lucky. Keep fighting. Fight with everything that you have left to overcome this and return to us."

Luke stood up quickly as he saw the parade of people coming down the hallway towards his son's room. Helping Elizabeth to her feet, he handed her a box of tissues that sat nearby. Drying her eyes quickly, Elizabeth couldn't help but be touched at the amount of people who had shown up in support of Lucky.

Lesley and LuLu led the procession, hand in hand. As they got closer to their destination, LuLu broke away from her grandmother's grasp and ran forward to meet her father.

Leaning down to hug her, Luke held on tightly to his little girl. He vowed that he would protect her with everything that he had. She wouldn't go through the pain that her mother and brother had experienced. No matter what it took, he would keep her safe.

"Is Lucky awake yet?" she asked innocently, her dark brown eyes looking deep into Luke's.

"Not yet, pumpkin. Elizabeth, your grandma and I are all going to go in there in a little while and try to wake him up though, okay?"

LuLu nodded her head eagerly. "That sounds good. I miss him."

Elizabeth leaned down to the small girl's level, "We all miss him sweetie. Do you want to go in his room with your Aunt Bobbie? She looks pretty sad right now, and I'm sure that she could use a big hug from you to cheer her up."

LuLu nodded as she looked through the window to where her aunt sat. "You're right. I'm going to try to cheer her up."

Beginning to walk away, LuLu seemed to change her mind as she flew back to where she had been standing, wrapping her arms around Elizabeth's neck.

"I've missed you too you know. I'm glad you're here."

Taken back with surprise, Elizabeth squeezed the little girl in her arms. "I've missed you too." She whispered into her ear. "But I promise, we'll start seeing a lot more of each other real soon, okay?"

LuLu nodded as she headed in towards Lucky's room. Turning the doorknob, she gave her family one last look before disappearing inside.

Elizabeth rose to her feet, looking at the throng of people that had gathered in the hallway. It seemed that all of Port Charles had shown up. Scanning the crowd, Elizabeth saw many familiar faces among them. Seeing one especially friendly face smiling back at her, Elizabeth made her way towards the back of the crowd to where her grandmother stood holding Cameron in her arms.

"Gram, what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked as she took her son into her arms, kissing him lightly on the forehead.

"I heard the news about Lucky from one of the other nurses. I knew you'd want to be here when it happens, so I picked Cameron up from daycare. I just wanted to let you know this sweet little boy will be coming home with me this evening so that you didn't begin to worry."

"Thanks Gram. I was just about to make some phone calls to have somebody take care of him for me tonight."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous Elizabeth. You don't need to hire a babysitter when there's one right in your home. Besides, I don't see nearly enough of this one right here." Audrey smiled as she watched her great grandson wriggle restlessly in her mother's arms.

"I really appreciate this Gram. And thanks for bringing him by. I'll give you a call to check in with you later." Handing the baby back to Audrey, Elizabeth kissed the baby once more before heading back down the hallway towards Lucky's room.

It was funny. When she was younger, she hadn't imagined having children with anybody besides Lucky. But they had gotten older, their lives in leading in different directions. Still, for the past few weeks Elizabeth had been harboring a secret hope that things would work for them this time around. She had watched Lucky with Cameron, and he had been so good with him. Lucky was the kind of father that Elizabeth wanted for her son.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Elizabeth paused to look in the window to Lucky's room. She had been handling being a single mother just fine. But sometimes, as she waited for sleep to come at night, she felt lonely. She hadn't stopped to consider it until Lucky had pointed it out to her, but now it plagued her. It felt like there was something missing in her life. She had tried various things to try to fill this void, but nothing had worked.

"Funny." She whispered to herself. "It went away when Lucky was around."

Bobbie turned as she heard the door slowly creak open behind her. Seeing her small niece standing behind her, she forced a smile to drift across her features. She walked over to the small child who stood hesitantly at the door.

"Daddy and Elizabeth said you were sad." She stated matter-of-factly. "You always said that I gave the best hugs, so I'm here to share one with you."

Bobbie felt a genuine smile spread across her lips as she thought about the innocence of this child that stood before her. Bending down, Bobbie spread her arms and welcomed the child's embrace.

"You sure do, LuLu. I'm really glad you're here. I think I'm starting to feel better already."

Breaking away from the embrace, LuLu looked up to her aunt. "Did Lucky wake up?"

"Not yet sweetie." Bobbie answered her, watching her face fall. "But maybe you could try talking to him, and see if that will wake him up."

"I could try that." She answered pensively. "What should I say to him?"

"Well, I think the best thing to do would be to just tell Lucky what's in your heart."

LuLu took a seat on the stool that stood near her brother. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak to him. "Hi Lucky." She looked to her aunt for encouragement before continuing to speak to him.

"Well, I really miss you a lot. Grandma tries really hard, but she can't make the swings go as high as you used to be able to." She inserted her hand in his, watching as her tiny fingers were enveloped by the large hands of her brother. Still, as Bobbie watched from across the room, she could see that these ten year old hands looked stronger than those that surrounded them.

"Do you remember when you took me sledding last winter? I went over that huge jump and fell off my sled. It hurt a lot, but you were there and then all of the pain just went away. Everything was all right again. I want to do that for you. I don't like seeing you attached to all of these machines. They're scary. So I'm going to help you the only way I know how." LuLu reached deep into the pockets of her coat as she pulled out the item she had carried with her for as long as she could remember.

"Here's Tony." She gently placed the small, bendable teddy bear into the palm of his hand. "I don't remember where I got him, but whenever something goes wrong, he always seems to be able to make it better for me. I hope that he works for you too."

She leaned down to leave her brother a kiss on the cheek. "I hope you wake up, Lucky. I love you."

Climbing down from her heightened position, LuLu looked up at her Aunt Bobbie.

"Well, how did I do?"

Bobbie smiled as she wiped at the tears that had formed in her eyes. "LuLu, I think that was perfect."