"Why, Billy?" She pushed him further away from the others as her eyes glared up at him. "Why would you do that? Why would you tell her this?"

"We can talk about it later." He couldn't focus on that right now. The only thing his mind would allow him to think about was the urgency in the voices of the nurses and doctors as they'd huddled around the gurney being wheeled into the trauma bay. "I need to see if she's okay. I have to see if she's okay."

"Of course she's not okay," Summer snarled as she grabbed his arm and jerked him back towards her. "She's not okay and it's our fault. You had no right to tell her this!"

Her words hit home immediately and the guilt they inspired immediately transformed into rage. "Don't pretend to be some loving, devoted daughter now," he spat. "You practically stalked me for months. You didn't give a damn about your mother or how it would make her feel or how it would hurt her if she found out. In fact, if I remember right, you did this, in large part, as one big screw you to her. So don't stand there and act as if you were some injured party in this. You're in this every bit as much as I am."

"Except I didn't tell her, Billy! I didn't get to make that call. You did and I want to know why!"

"Because she wouldn't quit, okay? She wouldn't leave me the hell alone. She kept pushing and pushing and pushing and I knew the only thing I could say that would finally make her stop would be this and it did. She was …" The look rushed back into his mind, the look of absolute disgust and he felt the wave of nausea again. "She looked at me like she hated me."

"And then what?" Summer stared at him, still amazed by how cold he'd been with her but perhaps even more stunned that he could be that cold to someone he'd claimed to love so fiercely. "What did she do?"

"She was upset and she left."

"When? When did you tell her?"

"Earlier … Earlier today," he said quietly. He'd already gone over and over it in his head. He knew what it meant. He knew exactly the timeline Summer was working through right now. He knew what it meant. He knew what he'd done.

"So you told her that we'd slept together right before …" Her breath caught. Her hand trembled as she brought it to her face. It was one thing to want to hurt her mother, but she never wanted this.

She didn't have to say the words. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He put her here.

"Summer?"

She felt her entire body relax into his embrace as his arms wrapped around her. "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered. "You're the only person I can talk to about this."

"About what? About Billy? What did he do now?" Kyle looked across the room towards his uncle. Billy was a walking disaster as far as he was concerned. Everyone around him seemed to get hurt and lately that pain came sooner rather than later.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him. "Mom," she choked out, "He told her. He told her about us … that we …" She didn't say the words, but the look on his face told her that he understood.

"Why?" His eyes were wide in shock. "Why would he do that? I thought he loved her. I thought he'd come back from rehab and be focused on trying to get his life back together? What's he doing? Trying to blow everything apart for good?"

"Billy still has a lot of anger and he's certainly not back here with a redemption plan. He basically told me that I was a means to an end and that he had no intention of having any kind of relationship with me. He told me I was an instrument of revenge to put it nicely and I thought that was the worst thing he could possibly do in that moment and now …"

"What?" Kyle waited to hear how much worse this could possibly get.

"He threw it in her face, Kyle. He told her about us and he said she was so hurt and upset that she stormed out and …"

His head fell as the realization washed over him. "And now she's here. So she was upset when she was …"

"She had to be." Summer's voice shook as she imagined what her mother must have been thinking. "She probably hates me right now."

"Phyllis could never hate you, Summer. She loves you. You're her daughter. Even when she was mad as hell over all the mess you were pulling with Billy, she was always very clear with me that she loved you and didn't want you getting hurt in all this mess. She's angry, but she loves you."

"I wouldn't blame her for hating me. She should. I can't believe I did this. I can't believe I hurt her this way and now I might not ever get the chance to even …" She looked back towards the trauma bay, her eyes still focused on the closed door. Jack and Lauren stood, their hands clasped together as they waited for word. "They've been in there too long," she cried, "And he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't ever be able to say another word to her as long as he lives."

Kyle wrapped his arm around her as she stood up and turned to face the still closed door. "I just can't believe I let myself go there. My God Kyle, what's wrong with me? Why did I do this? Of all the people in the world to sleep with …why the hell did it have to be Billy?"

"What did you say?"

Her entire body went rigid as she heard the familiar voice. "Dad," she breathed before turning around to face him. She felt Kyle's arm drop away from her as he slowly backed away. The look in Nick's eyes told him this wasn't a conversation he should be privy to.

"I'll just be right over here, Summer," he said quickly.

"Dad," she said again, bracing herself for the oncoming attack. "Let me explain."

"You're damn well gonna need to because if I heard what I think I just heard, it's a damn good thing we're in a hospital right now."

"Miss Summers? Miss Summers can you hear me?"

Phyllis moaned softly as she slowly turned her head. The slightest movement brought with it a searing pain that immediately made her still. "Yes," she whispered weakly. "I hear you." She forced her eyes open as she tried to study the room. "What? Where?"

"You're in the hospital," one of the voices said. "We're taking care of you. You're gonna be just fine. Do you remember how you got here."

She thought for a moment. "I remember my car," she said. "I was driving and then …" Her hand reached for her head and she touched her forehead before hissing and pulling it quickly away.

The nurse took her hand and eased it back down beside her body. "Easy," she gently replied. "You're gonna have quite the headache. You're more than likely got yourself a concussion here. We're just waiting on the results from some of the tests. Do you what month it is?"

Phyllis sighed. She'd played this particular game before. "It's October," she groaned. "My name is Phyllis Summers. I live in Genoa City. I have two children. I have a sister named Avery. I have a …" She stopped herself before taking a short breath. "had a fiancé."

"You're doing just fine," the doctor replied as he jotted notes down on her chart. "There are a lot of people out there that have been very worried about you. You're a lucky lady to have so many people in your life that love you."

"Yeah," she scoffed. "I'm the luckiest." She knew he was right. She was lucky to be alive, but she couldn't subscribe to that thought just yet. It would have been far luckier to have lost all memory of the hell she'd endured the last week, but instead she'd woke up in pain, both physical and emotional with all of her memories in tact. Somehow that didn't fit her definition of lucky at all.