Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital or the characters just the story line.
Jason smiled at Morgan and Josselyn's as he got up to leave Bobbie's place. He was halfway out the door before he heard his name. "Jason! I need to talk to you!' Bobbie called. Jason's brows furrowed as he stepped back into the house.
"Sure, what's up?" He asked. "Carly. Is she alright? She seemed frazzled earlier." Bobbie observed with concern. Jason smoothed his features out. He didn't want to concern Bobbie anymore than he needed to. "Yeah, she's fine. She's just got a lot going on. I'm sure she'll talk to you about it in the morning." He explained.
Bobbie nodded and remained silent. Jason took that as his cue to leave, shut the door behind him and jumping into his truck. He wanted to get back to Carly's as soon as possible. He was starting to feel really uneasy and he didn't know why. He punched the gas, wanting to know that Carly was alright.
When he made it to her door, he knocked and waited. After five minutes and no answer, he was worried. He knocked again, this time waiting two minutes before knocking the door down. He looked around and saw that Carly was no where to be found. He raced to her bedroom to find her. When he opened the door, he saw Carly lying on the bed unconscious, bruises and scratches covering her body, and her clothes ripped to almost nothing.
"Carly!" Jason screamed as he ran over to check her pulse. After thanking God that it was there, he pulled out his phone to dial 911.
There you go! I'm sorry it's so short, but focus in on Jason's thoughts makes me very very nervous and anxious. I might make the next one or two chapters focusing on him, so if someone could help me, that would be great, if not, I'll just have to speed up Carly's wake up process. Inbox me if you are interested in helping. Love y'all goodnight! - Tay