Justin and Adrienne went home to shower and change clothes. Then headed to the Pub for an early lunch. They ate in silence, holding each others hands across the table. They were exhausted from the past 12 hours and still in shock at all that had transpired. They were seated in the back corner, hoping no one would bother them with questions about Sonny. They didn't want to have to keep reliving the last day. Maggie had become the designated person to keep everyone informed. By the time they finished eating, two hours had elapsed and they could go see Sonny.

Justin and Adrienne went to the nurse's station to ask if they could see him yet. Maxine was working and ushered them in.

"Now remember," Maxine said. "Sonny isn't going to look like himself. Seeing him hooked up to everything may seem quite scary. But be strong for him. Let him know that you are here. He can still hear you. Don't be scared to touch him, either. If you have any questions, just let me know."

Justin and Adrienne nod their heads and Maxine opens the door to Sonny's room. Adrienne's breath catches in her throat when she sees her baby boy hooked up to all of the wires and tubes. She starts crying and Justin hugs her to his chest, rubbing her back in an attempt to console her.

Sonny's arms are laid at his side. There are cuffs on his wrist that are tied to the bed, so he doesn't try to pull on anything. His arms lay on top of the white sheet covering him. His skin almost matching the color of the sheet. His chest is exposed with multiple wires connected to his chest to monitor his heart. There is a bag on the side of his bed used to collect his output. One arm is getting a yellow fluid through the IV, which is his nutrition. The other arm is getting 2 types of fluids. There is a blood pressure cuff on his arm that goes off every 15 minutes. There is a big machine sitting next to the bed that is hooked up to the tube going into Sonny's mouth. His chest rises and falls symmetrically and rhythmically. The top half of his head is covered with a white bandage. His face is so swollen, Adrienne and Justin can barely recognize him.

Justin tries to soothe Adrienne, who keeps sobbing and saying, "My baby. My baby."

"You can do this," Justin whispers to Adrienne. "We have to be strong for Sonny. He needs us now more than ever."

Adrienne tries to pull herself together, for Sonny. They walk over to the bed, hand in hand.

Adrienne grabs Sonny's hand. "Baby. Mama's here."

"Son," Justin chokes out. "We're here. Everyone is so worried about you. Will, Chad, and Abby spent the night here hoping to see you. Alex, Joey, and Vic are trying to get home. We talked to them last night while you were in surgery. They're worried about you and so are we. There are so many people who love you and have been praying for you to get better. So, we need you to fight."

Justin can no longer hold back the tears and they start flowing. Adrienne lays her head against Justin's shoulder and squeezes his hand tightly.

"Our boy," Adrienne whispers. "He's a fighter. He's going to come back to us."

Justin is able to compose himself after a couple of minutes. He and Adrienne continue to talk to Sonny about anything they can think of. To let him know that they are here.

Will is outside the room, looking in through the window. Tears roll down his cheek as he sees Sonny laying there. He feels so helpless. He just wants to be in there with him. Holding him. Comforting him. It is killing him to see Sonny like this. Why couldn't it be me? Sonny doesn't deserve this, he thinks. Will watches as Justin and Adrienne talk to Sonny. Adrienne is holding Sonny's hand, while Justin has his arm around her waist. Will just wants to be by Sonny's side.

Will remembers back when Sonny said that same sentiment to him. I just want to be by your side. A fresh wave of angst takes over Will and he crumbles to the ground, sobbing. Sonny is a better person than me. I should be in that bed. Not him. He doesn't deserve this. He is the best person I know. I can't lose him. I won't lose him, he thinks as his body convulses with the pain.

Will stands up and composes himself. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and walks over to some empty chairs.

"Hey. It's Will," he says. "Will you meet me at the hospital. We need to talk. I want whoever did this to Sonny to pay."