A/N: I'm sorry this has taken me so long to update but I kind of had writer's block. I knew what I wanted to write in this chapter but I wasn't completely sure how to write it and get it the way I wanted it. But in the end, this is what I came up with. And if you haven't read it already, check out my new co-write with Jess (inyourdreams). We are having a lot of fun writing together and we are both really excited so please go read and tell us what you thought...

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Help Me Fall

Chapter Fourteen: No Allowances in Love

Patrick stood at the door staring at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful and small, so at ease. It was like she didn't have a care in the world… She had cried herself to sleep just a few short hours ago, nestled safely in his arms. He wanted to take this pain away from her. He wanted to promise her that everything was going to be fine and she would walk again. He was Dr. Patrick Drake after all. Wasn't he the best doctor in the state and possibly in the country? He never lost a patient and everyone always benefited from his care… so why couldn't he help the one person who needed his help the most? The one person that he would give anything or do anything to help?

"Staring through that glass isn't going to help any…" Mac's voice broke through his thoughts. "How is she doing?"

"She's sleeping now." His voice was flat. There was no emotion. He was empty. Cold. "She cried herself to sleep… she is so scared." He was speaking more to himself than to the man standing beside him. "Why does all of this continue to happen to her? She doesn't deserve all of this…" He stopped speaking suddenly, not willing to let her very overprotective uncle see how much he truly cared for her. "What is going to happen to Sonny and Jason?" He changed the subject quickly.

Mac gave a heavy sigh, taking a seat in the chair nearby. "I just came from the station. Legally, we can't hold them for much longer. We don't have any proof that they had anything to do with the shooting."

"No proof?" Patrick asked angrily. "She told Jason and Sonny to stay out of her life in the same day, smacking Sonny in front of dozens of witnesses! That's not enough proof?"

"Unfortunately, it's not. It could have been anyone. Port Charles is a very busy town… It could have just been an accident…" Mac tried to explain.

"So they are going to walk? They get to go free while Robin sits here in pain?"

"I hear what you are saying Patrick, I really do. Trust me, whoever did this, won't get away with it. I promise you." Mac thought a moment before speaking once more. "Sonny and Jason certainly aren't my favorite people but Robin has a great past that involves the both of them… they both have some very strong feelings toward her for different reasons and as much as I want to find the creep who did this, I don't think it was Sonny or Jason."

"And you don't think that those 'very strong feelings' that you mentioned wouldn't be reason enough for them to put aside their past feelings and go after her? She embarrassed 'the Godfather' in front of dozens of people. He had to be feeling some kind of anger after that. And as much I would like to say, that I trust in her past with the both of them, I don't. They are mobsters and thugs. They are a danger to anyone and everyone in this town. Even if it wasn't them directly who pulled the trigger, they might as well have because it was one of their enemies who was trying to hurt them…" Patrick fumed. "Either way… they are to blame for this."

Their conversation was interrupted by the shrill ring of Mac's cell phone. "Hello?" He asked into the receiver. "Okay, thanks." He hung up the phone, his head bowed. "Sonny and Jason have just been released." He didn't have to look up to see Patrick's now bruised knuckles after punching the wall nearby.

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He slammed his apartment door behind him, kicking the table and shattering the lamp that once rested on the wooden surface, as he went. He then smashed the mirror that hung in the same hallway, threw the plant sitting next to the stairway, and toppled the end tables next to his couch and loveseat. He slumped against the wall, sliding to the floor. He was helpless. Robin was sitting in the hospital just a few streets over and there wasn't anything that he could do to help her. He was a surgeon but there wasn't anything more medicine could do. The doctors had already given her the usual medications for treatment, everything that could be done, had been. Now all they could do was sit and wait. Wait for whatever was going to happen, happen. Good or bad, it was out of their control.

Originally he had come home to shower, eat, and possible get some sleep. But now all he wanted was to be at her side once more. He wanted her to know that he was there and he wasn't going anywhere. But instead here he was sulking in his apartment, while she sat facing this thing head on. She was fighting with every fiber of her being and it seemed he was giving up.

He was surprised when there came a knock at his door. He certainly wasn't expecting anyone. Everyone who knew him, knew that they would more than likely find him at the hospital next to Robin's side.

He opened the door cautiously, not wanting whoever it was to see the mess he had made. But there wasn't anyone standing there. Only a white envelope lying on the floor in front of his door.

It was a note. A not from the shooter or at the very least, the person who ordered the shooting. Sonny Corinthos… Jason Morgan… Patrick slid the note into his pocket, and walked out the door, slamming it behind him; not caring about the mess he left in his wake. He had business to take care of.

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He drove like manic across town, hitting mailboxes and knocking over trash cans. Now he stood in the large living room, waiting. After much arguing with the guards he managed to get past and into the house. Now he waited. What exactly was he going to say to them? He knew how he felt deep down in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he wanted nothing more than to rip the both of them to shred, knowing that everything Robin was now going through was caused by them. He wanted to make them pay and feel the same pain that Robin was feeling. He wanted them to know the torture that she now faced.

"Dr. Drake you may be a hot shot at General Hospital, but when you come to my home, you don't start barking orders and expect them to be followed." Sonny said as walked into the room.

Patrick shoved the white envelope into Sonny's chest, now standing in front of him. "I have one question to ask… is it true?"

Sonny glanced from the incriminating note back to the doctor in front of him. It was obvious that Robin meant some thing to the man but just how much remained to be seen. However, his unshaven face and wrinkled clothing gave a great so of the stress that he was carrying on his shoulders.

"Did you order the hit or was it a job gone wrong? Did Robin just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Patrick spouted off accusations.

"You have no idea what you are talking about." Another voice came from the doorway. "We had nothing to do with what happened to Robin."

"Right…" Patrick rolled his eyes. "I may be new in town but I'm not stupid. I know who the both of you are and I know what you do. You expect me to believe that Robin gets shot, and neither of you are involved. You obviously don't know me too well if you think I believe that line." He hated both of these men before him but he hated Jason even more. Granted, he didn't have any real reason to hate the man besides what he heard about Robin's past and although it was the past, he despised this man. Who in their right mind would hurt a woman like Robin?

"And you obviously don't know us too well if you think that we would hurt Robin." Sonny stated. "Believe it or not, Robin and I were once very close…"

"Yeah, once… As in the past. When was the last time you picked up the phone to call her? Did you get a birthday present, send a card?"

"Who are you to come in here and talk like you know anything about our past with Robin? You have been in her life for a whole five minutes compared to us." Jason glared at him. "You don't know her and you don't know us…"

"Robin can't feel her legs." Patrick stated. "Did you know that?" He raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Were you with her when she was shot? Were you the one who called the paramedics? The two of you claim to be 'so close' to Robin, 'to care so much' for her but where have you been? Where were you when her father 'came back from the dead?' or when she was sick during the epidemic?"

"Did you just come here to throw accusations our way?"

"No, I came to tell you to stay the hell away from Robin. Don't come to the hospital to visit, don't call her hospital room. Stay away from her. She has tried to stay away from you and away from the life you lead but yet, it still backfired on her. If you see her on the street, cross and ignore her. You see her at a restaurant, act like you are strangers." He warned and walked to the doorway to leave, only stopping to say one last thing. "Stay away from her."

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He walked through the silent hallways, his legs carrying him to his destination. He stopped and glanced in her hospital window, seeing her awake and sitting up. She was smiling and laughing at whatever it was Liz and Emily were saying. Her face lit up and her ees glowed. For that moment her world revolved around what they three of them were saying and nothing more; everything else was forgotten.

Her eyes flickered from the two sitting before her, to his form standing in the hall. If possible, her smile only grew and she gave a slight wave. He smiled and nodded his head in return. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to make sure everything was okay today; see if the doctors had any hope. But it seemed that what she needed right now was a little firl talk.

She returned to her conversation with Liz and Emily and he walked down the hall, ready to start his next shift. He would be back later.