Dillon is quiet on the way to General Hospital. His eyes are dark when he pulls the car into a narrow parking space near the main entrance. "We're here," he stated evenly. He didn't look at me as he kept his eyes glued to the bright hospital sign a few feet in front of the car.

"We're here," I repeated, letting the thought seeped into my mind. I drummed my fingers nervously on the dashboard, trying to muster the courage to open the car door and start the long journey toward the women's clinic.

He smiled at me sadly before he slid out of the car door. I watched as his dark shadow came around the front of the car. Carefully, he helped me out of my seat and then entwined his fingers in mine. "Are you ready?"

I shook my head and looked at our feet as we stopped. "How could I be?"

"You can't," he answered. "I wish there was something I could say or do, but I don't think there is. I think the only thing I can do is hold your hand and promise that I'm going to be there for you."

"Do you have any idea how much that is? That's everything to me, Dillon," I told him. "When this all started, you're all that I wanted. I'm sorry that I was so selfish."

"Stop it," he chided. "If I'm not angry at you anymore for that, you don't get to be angry at yourself either. I have forgiven you, Lu. And we will have all the time in the world to delve into that later. Right now, though, we need to go in there and do this."

"No point in delaying the inevitable," I agreed as we started to move forward again. Silently, he led me into the atrium and past the volunteers at the front desk. An older woman smiled at me warmly. She probably thought we were some young couple in love coming to visit a friend. I wanted to tell her that it was a lie. Dillon put his arm around my waist as we stepped into the elevator. Resting my head on his shoulder, I watched as the number lit up until we reached the ninth floor.

"I'll get the paperwork," he said softly as I sat down in an uncomfortable plastic chair inside the waiting room. I watched as he conversed quietly with the ancient-looking woman behind the sliding glass window. With a clipboard tucked under his arm, he returned to where I was. "Do you want me to fill it out?"

"I can," I muttered as I take it from him. Scrawling somewhat legibly on the form, I completed it in record time. Handing it back to Dillon, he slowly walked over to return it to the nurse. I watched him from behind, his back tense and shoulders drooping slightly. I felt guilty for the thousandth time that day as I realized what a toll this was taking on Dillon.

When he sat back down next to me, he automatically reached for my hand. "Do you want me to go in with you? The nurse said I could go in for at least a part of it."

I shook my head. "No, I'd rather you stay out here. I promise that I will have them come get you as soon as it's done."

He nodded. "Whatever you want."

"Lulu Spencer," a doctor announced. I didn't recognize the woman.

Dillon stood up next to me and took me into his arms. Pressing his cool forehead against mine, he smiled the most reassuring smile I'm sure he could muster. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I murmur, squeezing his hand one last time. I started to walk away, but he held onto my hand with a fierce grip, yanking me back to him. Dipping down, Dillon's lips met mine briefly. When he let go, my fingertips flew to where his lips had been only moments before. Neither of us said anything as I turned to leave.

The doctor left me in an empty, sterile room. The only sound I could hear was the steady ticking off the clock hanging on the blank white wall. I quickly removed my tracksuit and pulled on the flimsy paper gown. Tying the drawstrings in a loose bow behind my neck, I slid onto the cold table and waited for someone to come make this all go away.

Lulu. Are you okay?

I didn't answer him, I just nodded as we headed back to the car. The doctor had let me out of the room, and I had followed him out of the hospital like a zombie. He kept trying to make sure that I was okay, looking for reassurance that some part of me was still in there. I wanted to scream at him for asking the same question over and over again, but I couldn't find the strength. The weight of my decision had left me an empty shell of the vivacious woman I had long pretended to be.

The radio played a slow jazz standard as Dillon made his way through the streets of Port Charles. The rain had started to come down in the past hour, leaving the pavement illuminated with silver light. Warm air poured from the vents, giving me the only comfort I could find in such an instance. Periodically, I would catch him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. His mouth would open and snap shut again, as if he wanted to ask me something but was afraid to voice it.

See? Despite all their craziness, they have moments where they act almost human.

I just smiled and nodded as I sunk onto my bed. Dillon pulled the thick quilt over my body as we started to talk about what had just happened with his family. I had expected them to instantly attack me as soon as I got in the door, but instead, they had been compassionate.

"No one here is in a position to judge you, my dear," Edward said.

"Our only concern is your well-being," Tracey added.

I had asked why they were being so nice to me, immediately suspicious of their uncharacteristic behavior. Given the circumstances, I had expected the worst from them. However, both Edward and Tracey had been quietly supportive and kind before excusing themselves.

"I can't believe they were so great," I murmured as I turned to look at Dillon. He was sitting in the overstuffed chair next to my bed. He reached for my hand and placed a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

"They're not all bad," he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," I replied simply. "Tired and confused, completely unsure of everything."

"There are so many things I want to tell you, but we have time," Dillon told me. "When I was in the waiting room, I figured out a lot of things. One of those things, the one that I need to tell you right now, is that this changed everything. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean that it made me realize how I feel about everything…about you."

"And how do you feel?" I questioned him sleepily.

"I feel good."

"You should hate me."

"Maybe I should, maybe you should hate me. Either way, that's not the case. I already told you, it's not even possible."

"You're amazing," I whispered through my yawn.

"I should probably let you sleep."

"Okay," I agreed as he stood up. He reached down and kissed my forehead.

"I'll see you in the morning," he called over his shoulder.

"Hey, Dillon."

He stopped just before opening the door and turned to look at me. "Yeah?"

"I didn't have the abortion."