Chapter Sixty-Two
Jason paced back and forth in the room Elizabeth was now occupying. He was awaiting his mother, since Elizabeth had become a part of his life, his relationship with his mother had slowly changed. It could still be classified as strained and a work in progress, but they were able to spend time with one another without snapping or arguing.
He had called his mother, because he trusted no one else to take as good of care as her.
Elizabeth sat in the large bed, watching his jerky movements around the room. "Excuse me, can you please stop, you are making me nervous."
Jason glanced up, tears filling his eyes. He couldn't handle the small, lost tone that her voice inflicted. It was killing him, the love of his life, didn't know who he was and once again he had let her down, he hadn't been there when she needed him.
Slowly he stopped his movements, it did no go to aggravate her further, so he sat in the hard plastic chair that was at her bedside. "I'm am truly so sorry, I hope you know that."
"I don't know anything, that's the problem. I don't know what is going on, who you are or why I can't remember anything. I am not stupid enough to believe your caring has nothing to do with this ring on my hand, but the biggest question right now, is I don't know who you are. Why?" Elizabeth asked, her voice growing more and more defeated.
Jason let his head fall to the bed, not wanting to scare her, but unable to handle the fear in her voice, his tears flooded his eyes and just when he thought he had them under control, Elizabeth's kind nature won out and her hand slipped into his hair, gently reassuring with its tentative touches.
He could handle it no longer, the fully racking sobs that emerged from him, took him back, every bad thing that had happened because of him came forward, merged and mingled into one large weight of the world pressure. He didn't think he would be able to stand with all that weight on his shoulders.
But the one thing he had not be expecting nor hoping for happened. Her small hand slipped into his hand, and her eyes begged for him to let it all go, she may not know what was going on, but her nature could not be tamed, it was always her way to help people in pain. Using the pad of her thumb, she gently wiped away the tears, but when she noticed she was fighting a losing battle, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his frame, and slowly the gut-wrenching sobs slowly abated.
Taking a small comfort in her kindness, Jason tried not to look to far into what was happening, but he longed to tell her everything. But a nagging, sinking suspicion stilled his tongue, he didn't know if telling her anything would help or hinder her recovery, so for the time being, he allowed her to comfort him, but he also hoped she was taking some comfort as well.
For even if she couldn't remember, she had to feel the sparks that flowed between them when their bodies connected. He didn't get long to contemplate the ramifications though, Monica quickly strode into the room, Elizabeth's chart in hand.
"Hi you two, I hear we have some problems, but you both need to trust that I know what I am doing." Monica said, hoping she could wipe the horror-stricken look off Jason's face, she didn't like the defeated look in her son's eyes either, nor the almost agonizing look of weight that seemed to rest on his shoulders, they were slumped and pulled forward, like he would collapse from the weight. Perhaps it was metaphorical and perhaps not, whatever the reason, she wanted to see her son happy again, and she would not rest till that happened.
Elizabeth offered a weak smile, trying to pull her hand out of the large man's grip, but she could see the pained expression flash over his eyes, so instead of fighting with the stranger at this moment in time, she once again turned her eyes to the woman standing in the door.
"Hello." Elizabeth said, her normally strong confident voice weakened, whether by the circumstances or something else, she wasn't positive.
"How is my lovely daughter-in-law, I hear you are having some trouble with your memory. I understand a lot has happened today and your memory is currently not offering you any answers. Do you have any ideas as to why you were crumpled on the floor?" Monica asked, not wanting to overwhelm her, but unable to sugarcoat things, her grandson was missing and Elizabeth could very well know who did it.
"I-I don't know how I am, I don't know who anyone is and I don't know why I was laying on a bathroom floor. Is my memory loss from something physical or is it all mental?" Elizabeth enquired, her own tears flooding her eyes.
Jason couldn't lift his head, he wanted to look into her beautiful dark orbs and see recognition and love, not the vacancy of all emotions.
Monica moved swiftly into the room, discarding her air of professionalism and replacing it with her motherly ways. "Liz, I am going to take some blood, and we are going to run all possible tests, we want to make sure this isn't a physical symptom, but please understand, I really don't think it is. You are one of the healthiest women I know, I honestly believe this is a symptom of shock, but I will not leave any rock unturned, pardon the cliché. But I know you love my son, and I will make sure you remember that, you two have something special.
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Sonny took care of Luke, but not like anyone had expected him to, especially those standing in Jason's living room. He knew if he killed the older man, many people would miss him, and even though he didn't feel overly warm towards Luke, he couldn't in good conscious hurt Lulu like that. She was obstinate and passionate, loyal and young, and whether Sonny believed she would be better off without that mans influence, well, he didn't feel that he had the right to hurt her like that, there were other ways to deal with him, for now.
So while everyone was looking at him expectantly, Sonny pulled his phone from his coat and dialed a familiar number. "Yes, can I speak to Mac Scorpio?"
The shocked intake of breath from all those present, momentarily caused a smile to flit upon his face, but as soon as the police chief answered his phone, Sonny was back to business as usual.
"No Mac, well yes, but what I need you to do is send someone to Jason's home, Luke has made threats, however idol against Elizabeth Morgan, and at the moment I believe he is a danger to himself and her. Especially considering what has happened." Sonny said, trying to walk off his frustrations, he didn't like how everyone watch him like a hawk.
They couldn't hear the other man's conversation, but they could get the gist easily enough.
"Mac until I am sure this isn't a retaliation against Jason and me, I want you to keep quiet about Elizabeth's condition and Alan's kidnapping. It will not be conductive to have false tips flying around. Especially considering that Elizabeth may not recover from any of this. Also, I should tell you, Luke will be going peacefully, seeing as how he is unconscious." Sonny explained, hoping Mac wouldn't fight him on this. If he could do nothing else, Sonny wanted to remove two people who would harm Jason and Elizabeth.
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He didn't know when his partner would be at their designated meeting place, but he knew he could handle the kid for the time being. Just so long as he was not expected to take care of the brat the entire time.
While the baby was sleeping, he took this time to go through everything, making sure he had not in someway left evidence that could implement him in this crime or any other. As far as he could ascertain, he had implemented his plans with nothing but perfection. At least this time, the other one, well he would do well not to dwell on it, that was of the past. This latest plan seemed to be going without a single problem.
It was almost time to leave Port Charles and he would be taking his partner and the child with him, he didn't believe in loose ends. Once out of the country his partner could do as she pleased. He only grabbed the kid because his said partner had some silly vendetta against the Morgan's. Although it baffled him, why this person would be interested in one child and not the other, seeing as how everyone now knew that Cameron was Jason's.
It made no here nor there to him, the payout he was going to get out of this was something he could retire on, his partner had guaranteed it. Besides James Craig was a name he now wish to leave behind, there was no use it keeping it. But his new identity would serve him well, no one would know who he was and that was what mattered most.
The whole debacle at the Metro Court had damn near killed him, and in the end, he never did get what he wanted. He should feel contempt for Morgan too, but he really didn't, he kind of understood the man.
No, James Craig would be leaving the city in a few hours, once they reached their destination, he planned on ditching the partner and the brat, but he would keep tabs on them, should his partner decide to double cross him.
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Before Monica had left, she had told them that Elizabeth was suffering from post traumatic shock. But physically as of right now, she didn't look ill, but the blood she had taken would have more concrete proof. As far as Monica was concerned, Elizabeth stood a good chance to regain her memory, it was just up to the young woman as to when. She had to stop fighting her memory and her mind and let the memories come. Even though she knew it would be rough, there was no other choice. Monica wanted to see her grandson home, as soon as possible.
Monica had left hours ago, and yet Jason couldn't find the strength or the will to raise his head and look in those dark orbs that didn't hold a single miniscule of recollection. He lost another piece of his heart each time he thought of looking into her beautiful eyes and seeing her fear.
Her hand still gently stroked the top of his head, her fingers stopping to pull gently on his hair and then she would move lower, lowering her hands to his back. At some point he feel into a confused sleep. His dreams were not happy or joyful like they should be. They had been married for just over twenty-four hours, this was not how he had seen them spending their life, if they got a chance to have one after this.
Nightmares plagued his unconscious mind. He could hear Alan crying for him, but at every turn he took, the crying seemed to recede, growing further and further away. As he turned one corner and encountered a gruesome sight, his mind balked at what his sleeping mind was trying to tell him and was jerked physically from the dream, startling his wife.
"I'm sorry." Jason said, unsure about what exactly he was apologizing for, but as the words slipped from his mouth a second time, he understood he was apologizing for everything.
Her eyebrow quirked upwards, almost asking in its simplicity, what he was apologizing for. Her eyes searched his, looking for something, anything to gain some knowledge about the past. Monica had told her it was selective amnesia because Elizabeth didn't remember anything from her past or present. She remained able to speak and write but beyond that there were empty spaces that just expanded in the darkening void that was her mind. As soon as he saw the emotions swirling in her eyes, his head slumped back down to the hospital bed.
Not exactly sure what compelled her, she gently lifted his head back up from the bed. Her eyes demanding that he look at her. Her hands were stronger than she would have thought, but with a gentleness that she couldn't explain, she slowly pulled his face closer to hers.
Unsure of the reasons, but knowing she had to, was compelled to do it. She leveled her eyes at his, and when his face was level with hers, she slowly inched her way closer. His lips automatically taking possession of hers. It was like something had broken inside him when her lips pressed against his.
With everything that was in him and everything that he wanted her to know, he used that kiss to give her hope, or so he hoped, but it was also for him. The undeniable desire to take away all her pain. Then the knowledge that Alan was missing compounded upon him, stealing his breath. How was he ever going to tell her what was going on.
Elizabeth finally pulled away, her breath was being expelled from her lungs rapidly. She felt lightheaded, yet fully capable to think clearly for once. She was worried what she would see in his eyes when she found the guts to look at him, but as she twisted and pulled at her now clasped hands, she figured she had nothing left to lose.
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