"Robin Scorpio?" Patrick demanded, slamming his hands against the information desk. They had brought her and Morgan in by ambulance an hour ago, but had refused to let him ride along. He had called Bobbie and she had contacted Anna. He called Alexis Davis, because, five times out of ten, it was the fastest way to locate Robin's uncle Mac. Anna had tried to get a hold of Robert, according to Bobbie, but he was deep undercover and couldn't be reached. Courtney was Robin's emergency contact the nurse had informed him, so he had shut off his phone and waited.

"She's still in surgery." The tiny blonde explained, swatting at a loose curl and returning her attention to the paperwork in front of her.

"How long is it supposed to take?"

"I don't know, but if you'll go sit down over there, I'm sure the doctor will update you on her condition."

"Actually, he won't, because he already assured me that only family is allowed to see her."

"I didn't say you'd get to see her," The nurse clarified. "I said I'd make sure he lets you know of her progress. Now, go sit down. The ER's a mess tonight."

"Fine." Patrick stomped away, no longer worried how it might damage his reputation. He was used to getting his way, but this was God's way of reminding him that, when it came to Robin, there was always a battle to be fought.

As the hours dragged on, he thought of Logan, and contemplated calling his brother and telling him what had happened to Robin. Sure, they didn't share the same last name anymore, but there must have been a time when Logan cared for her, especially if he'd known about her having HIV. It was rare moments such as this that he wasn't sure what he should think. Robin had always been on top of things down to the last letter. Surely, she must have explained her situation to Logan before they even started seeing each other. What ate him up inside was that this was how she had chosen to tell him.

Doctors and nurses came and went. None stopped to talk to him. He was greeted by an attractive Asian nurse named Kelly Lee. She took one look at his bloodstained hands and clothing and whisked him away to an exam room despite his excuse that he was fine, that he was waiting for his friend. Patrick wasn't sure Robin could even be called his friend. They sure as hell weren't dating and they hadn't slept together, but there was still something there that surpassed friendship.

He meant to tell Nurse Lee to use gloves, but she was already a step ahead of him. She insisted that he get a test done to make sure that he hadn't contracted the disease from rescuing Robin and, if he had been able to keep his voice steady, he might have argued the point into the ground. Robin had been right about him risking his own health by helping her and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he gave her one more thing to be sorry for.

Her words echoed in his brain and he fought the urge to punch a wall. Morgan had been her first concern. Patrick had been her second. He didn't let himself read too much into that last thought. She didn't hate him after all so what sense would it have made for her not to warn him of exposure? How about the fact that she hadn't mentioned having it when they were fooling around this morning? She must have understood his intentions and yet, she had stayed silent.

Kelly Lee told him that he would have to take a series of tests over the next six months and all he could do was nod in response. What if he had been infected? Would he be able to live with a disease so life-altering? His reputation would be shot to hell. No woman would come within twenty feet of him. His family would look at him differently. Logan would misinterpret how he had contracted it and assume that he and Robin were sleeping together behind his back. Patrick thanked the nurse for her help and disappeared into the men's bathroom where he proceeded to wash his hands until they were blistered and red.

Then there was the matter of Morgan. Logic said that he would stay with Courtney until Robin regained consciousness and that, if the worst happened, she would adopt him and raise him as she had probably expected to do when her sister-in-law had gotten killed and her brother had been sentenced to life in prison. He doubted much would change in the boy's life as far as that, but his sense of security, no matter how shaky, would be forever damaged. He might never trust another person again. Losing one mommy was one thing. Losing two was unthinkable. Patrick could barely get out of bed in the morning when melancholy over his own mother's death struck him to the core, so he actually knew what he was talking about.

Kelly had explained the process to him, but he had listened halfheartedly, his mind a million miles away. He knew his father's old colleague Alan Quartermaine would answer all of his questions when he felt ready to deal with the situation at hand. He had been given a countless supply of Anti-viral medication in which he was expected to take everyday, but he had simply dropped the bottles into his jacket pocket. If he didn't see them, surely he could convince himself that all of this was a nightmare upon which he would awake from soon. He couldn't help but glance down at his bandaged hands, wondering if God were as cruel as he had always accused him of being. He had stolen Mattie away. What was to keep Patrick's results from coming back positive?

Patrick's phone buzzed against his knee and he extracted it from his coat pocket. "Drake." He said unenthusiastically. The nurse gave him the evil eye for using his cell phone in the Intensive Care Unit, so he made his way toward the elevators and prayed his cell service would prevail.

"Is this Patrick?" A small voice wondered. Patrick recognized it as at least somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place her.

"Yes." He answered automatically. "Who's this?"

"Elizabeth Webber. I just got the call about Robin. Are you with her?"

"She's in surgery. I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." Patrick apologized, stepping off of the elevator.

"Elizabeth. I'm Robin's friend. We met at the pool party I think. You got pushed into the pool."

"Cameron's teacher?" Patrick guessed.

"Yes. And Robin's friend." Well, she sure was persistent!

"They won't tell me anything other than that she's in surgery." Patrick explained.

"I'm on my way there now." Elizabeth promised.

"Who called you?" Patrick wanted to know.

"The hospital. Courtney left her phone in my car by accident." Elizabeth told him.

Elizabeth threw her small Hyundai into the parking space, not noticing or caring that her car was dangerously askew between the lines. Courtney's phone was still glued to her ear as she waited for her friend to pick up. Frustrated at having gotten her own voice mail message again, Elizabeth changed tactics and dialed the loft's number. She and Courtney had gone out to the movies earlier and when they left the blonde hadn't really decided exactly what she was doing the rest of the night. Maybe she had just stayed home, although that hadn't been one of the options the other girl had listed. Hearing the answering machine click on, Elizabeth sighed. "Courtney. It's Elizabeth. We switched cell phones apparently. Come to General Hospital as soon as you get this message. Robin and Morgan were in a car accident. A bad one. Call me on your phone."

She burst through the double doors, shaken by memories of coming her to see her own grandmother. Elizabeth shook them aside, reminding herself this was about Robin, not her. She was here to find out information about Robin. But first she had to find one Patrick Drake. Easier said than done considering the last time she had seen the man, he was soaking wet in a bathing suit. She sincerely doubted he would be wearing the same outfit tonight.

The elevator doors open and she made her way towards the waiting room, trying to come up with some better description than Robin's "walking ego". Thankfully the room was mostly empty with only an elderly African American woman knitting in the corner and an attractive man with a worried expression standing at the door. Taking a deep breath, she approached the young man. "Patrick?"

Patrick rubbed his eyes tiredly and nodded. "You're Elizabeth, right?" He assumed since she had call him by name. Hospitals weren't his usual hangouts, so he doubted it was his reputation that made her seek him out.

Nodding her head, she decided to skip the pleasantries for now. What she needed was information. Then she could decide what she needed to do. "Have you heard anything yet?"

"Nothing. If I didn't know better, I'd swear they knew more than they're telling."

"Probably afraid of getting sued or something." She motioned towards the uninviting looking chairs. "Should we sit down?"

"Honestly, you're welcome to. My ass is asleep. Besides, sitting here doesn't accomplish anything."

"Neither does standing at the door and glaring at every passing nurse and doctor." She pointed out.

Patrick couldn't help but smile at her spunk. "I've been told I can be damn scary when I want to be. If it gets us the information we need, I'm willing to do just about anything."

"Anything?" Elizabeth arched her eyebrow. "Does that include calling Robin's mom?"

"Bobbie already did." He wasn't sure why he assumed she knew his aunt, only that she'd have to if she was as close to Robin as he figured she was. "She's trying to get in touch with Robin's dad, but so far, you're the only one who has shown up."

"And so they won't tell you what's going on with either one since you didn't come in with them and you're not listed as the emergency contact or family." Sighing Elizabeth lowered herself into the hard chair.

"There wasn't enough room in the ambulance. They rushed her and Morgan inside before I knew what was happening." Patrick shot back.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was just restating the facts." She shot right back.

"I don't mean to snap at you." Patrick backpedaled, shoving a hand through his matted hair.

"You're worried. It happens. You should have seen what my family did when my grandmother was in the hospital."

"What was she in for?" Patrick asked, more as a way of distracting himself than actually caring.

"Broken hip." Elizabeth glanced in envy as the woman continued to knit quietly in the corner. She wished she had something, anything she could just do to keep herself distracted.

"She's alright now though?"

"If she would actually follow what her doctors tell her, she would be 100 percent fine. Listening isn't her strong suit."

"It must run in the family." Patrick said with a low chuckle.

She looked at him skeptically. "And why exactly would you say that?"

"Because I'm a pompous ass." Patrick reasoned. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"Well that Robin would probably agree with you on." she laughed.

"Does she talk about me a lot?" Patrick heard himself ask.

Elizabeth smiled. So whatever it was between these two did mean something to Patrick more than just a quick lay as Robin feared. "She's mentioned you."

"Enough for you to know my first name." Patrick goaded.

"I know your cousin."

"Which one?"

Very cute. You know I meant Lucky."

"I have a lot of extended family, Miss Elizabeth." He teased. Lucky had only mentioned her to him a hundred times over the last week. It just proved what Logan had always said: he was a self-centered prick. Oh well.

Elizabeth smiled calmly. "Don't you have a friend or something that can get information for us? A Candy or something was it?"

"Robin told you about her, huh?"

"Parts. I got the name from your cousin."

"I'll see what I can find out. If you'll excuse me..." He headed toward the elevators.

"I'll try to get Courtney again." she nodded after him.

"Find out what she wants to do with Morgan. He was pretty shaken up."

"Of course he would be." Her heart went out to the small quiet boy with the dark hair. "Maybe you should ask your aunt to come over. They would let her at least see Morgan."

"I'll do that." Patrick agreed just as the elevator doors slid shut.