"Bobbie!" Robert reacted to her clutching her chest. "Tell me you're not having a heart attack."
She shook her head no. "No, just a sharp stab." Bobbie huffed as he held her up.
"Should I bring you down to the hospital just in case?"
"I'm okay." She replied but the tears in her eyes suggested otherwise. He held her as she sobbed into his shoulder. "I miss her so much!"
"I know." He held on. "It's not fair, a parent shouldn't have to go through this. If there was anything I could do to make it better I would, I would in a heartbeat."
"There's nothing you can do; there's nothing anybody can do." Bobbie cried. She knew there was going to be days that were bound to be harder, but she didn't expect it to hit harder than it had the moment the news came in her daughter was gone.
"What do you need?" Robert asked her.
"I need Carly; I need to hear my daughter's voice and have her tell me she's okay." She replied.
"Bobbie…"
"I know; it's impossible. I feel like I have nothing though. There's no plot to sit at and talk or bring flowers to, there's no…"
"You don't need a plot in the ground to have a memorial. What was important to her? Where did she feel most alive?"
Bobbie laughed. "Jason's bedroom. No, I don't know. Jakes, or the park…"
"The park?"
"She loved the swings, and then as she had her own children she'd bring them there. When we thought Michael had passed away she donated money to rebuild the whole thing and placed a memorial there for him. The day of the opening she was sitting on the bench after everyone had left; she told me this after, and she saw him on the swings and he talked to her."
"Let's go." Robert replied holding her hand.
"Robert, it's like nine o'clock at night."
"You don't have a curfew." He shrugged. "We can stop by and see if there are any flowers at the supermarket. Then you can sit at that bench and talk to your daughter."
"How do you know…?"
"Just do it." Robert replied. She followed him hoping that it could be that easy. As hoped, there was a beautiful bouquet at the grocery store that they picked out. Robert walked her up to the entrance as the examined the stone plague with Michael's name on it. "You can do this." He rubbed her back and let continue the path without him.
Bobbie set down the bouquet by the swing-set and took a seat on the bench. "I thought there would be a million things I wanted to say to you sweetheart, and there probably is, a whole lifetime of things to tell you. I need to know that wherever you are you are safe and happy. I don't know why, I just have the urge or need to have to protect you, and it won't go away."
"Mama…" She heard from the swings.
Bobbie looked up to see a young brunette holding the flowers. "BJ?" She cried.
"Don't cry mama." BJ told her. "Carly needs you to be strong for her."
"What do you mean, baby? Where is she?"
"She can't talk now. She needs your strength; you have to believe."
"Believe what?"
"Believe in her." BJ replied before fading away.
"Wait BJ!!!" Bobbie yelled but she was gone before she could finish. "I don't understand. I…"
Hearing the yelling Robert came out to meet her. Bobbie collapsed into his arms in tears. "What happened? Did I hear you call for…?"
"She was here. My baby, she told me to believe, that Carly needs me to be strong. Robert, you don't suppose that maybe, just maybe… Carly's out there somewhere?"
"I don't see how, but I suppose stranger things have happened. Bobbie, you have to get through this however you can, and that means holding onto hope then do it." He encouraged her.
XXXXXX
"What's going on?" Jason questioned as the code blue was called over the intercom.
"You need to stay here." The orderly cautioned him as Jason followed.
"Please, I need to see her!" Jason demanded.
"I can't let you…" He replied to which Jason ignored and pushed by the scrawny guy. "Mr. Morgan…"
Jason saw Patrick standing over Carly with the paddles in his hand. The flat line on the monitor told the story. After a momentary pause Patrick sat the paddles back in place and tried again.
"Mr. Morgan, you shouldn't be here." Dr. Brown attempted to push him back.
Patrick continued with the CPR as the nurse attempted to talk him down. "Dr. Drake it's done."
"No." Jason walked up next to her and held her hand. "Carly, hang on! Patrick, do it." He advised with the paddles.
"Jason, you can't be touching…"
"Just do it!" He screamed.
"Patrick, no!" Dr. Brown replied knowing it was breaking way too many safety violations.
"Clear?" Patrick asked the nurse who nodded her head.
Jason felt the electricity go through his system and back into hers. Dr. Brown studied the monitor watching the line start to spike. "Carly…" Jason watched as her chest started to rise and fall again.
"The incision needs to be stitched." Patrick called for; due to the size he had been using gaze to reduce the blood loss while trying to obtain a heart beat. "And get some acetazolamide for the IV. I'm sorry, Jason, you can't be here right now."
"Keep her…"
"I will, thank you." Patrick replied.
Jason walked out the door and slid his back against the wall to a seated position. He still felt the electricity running through his system. He wasn't sure how he even thought to do it, except he was willing to take his beating heart and hand it over to her if it meant keeping her alive. He wasn't sure how long he had been seated when Patrick came out.
"She's going to be okay." Jason declared looking up at him.
"We were successful in binding the aneurysm. I have her on a carbonic anhydrase inhibitor to reduce the intracranial swelling." Patrick explained.
"She's going to be okay." Jason repeated.
"I'm going to transfer her over to recovery; hopefully she'll be waking up pretty soon."
XXXXXX
Morgan walked into the nursery and watched as Jax rocked his little sister to sleep. As not to wake her up he stayed quiet.
"I haven't heard from Jason yet." Jax told his daughter. "I can't imagine that's a good thing, but I'll tell you one thing, if she pulls through I am never underestimating your mother again."
"What do you mean if she pulls through?" Morgan asked overhearing him.
"Morgan." He said in shock. "Morgan, I didn't know you were there."
"Yeah, I'm a ninja. Now what you mean by that? Do you know something? Is mom…? Have you talked to Jason?" Morgan rattled off questions.
"No; I haven't spoken directly with Jason. I didn't mean for you to hear because I can't give you any definitive answers. I got a call from Jerry; he told me that your mom survived the ship wreck, but was having some complications."
"What kind of complications?" Morgan questioned.
"Memory loss, headaches, blurry vision… Jason found them, and right after your mom fainted. Jerry ran and he didn't know what happened after that. I tried to leave a message with Jason to find out how Carly was doing. I wanted to know she was okay before I told you and your brother."
"You thought that she could still die." Morgan inferred. "But you just said that you're not going underestimate her again."
"Morgan…"
"No! You should have told us! Mom, needs her family to pray for her and believe that she's going to get better. I'm calling Michael…"
"Morgan…" Jax repeated.
"He needs to know."
XXXXXX
"You're kidding?" Michael laughed at one of the stunts Damon and his best friend pulled in grade school involving stealing an electric scooter and taking it for a joy ride.
"I wish; looking back it was probably a bad idea." Damon replied yet still smiling.
"You think?" Kristina shook her head. "Why is it that guys seem to think they are invisible?"
Alyssa shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. This one here not only thinks he's invincible he also thinks he's bullet proof; some kind of superman complex or something."
"I didn't say I was bullet proof." Michael argued. "I said not even a bullet could keep me down for the count. I have proof they don't go bouncing off of me."
When they phone rang everyone looked down to check. "It's Morgan." Michael said picking it up and walking away from the table.
"And Morgan is?" Damon questioned.
"Our little brother."
"How many siblings do you have?" He asked her.
"Between my mom and my dad, Sam is the oldest, and then there's Dante, and then Michael, then there was me, and Morgan, and finally Molly is the youngest. The boys are all my dad's except me and the girls…"
"Your mom's." He figured.
"And then Michael has Dante, Morgan, you, and Britni." Alyssa figured. "And of course the little one on the way."
"What little one?" Damon asked him.
"My dad's current wife is pregnant."
"Do you mind me asking if any of you share the same mother and father?"
"No; I mean, no I don't mind, and no, none of have the same parents." Kristina replied. "If this is too much for you I'd understand."
"Why do you keep expecting me to run away?" Damon asked her. "Did Michael do that with you?"
"For a while, yes." Alyssa admitted.
"It's just because you have no idea what getting involved with me entails." Kristina confessed. "You think that Helena is the worst of it; it's really not. As crazy as the Cassadine's are my dad is the local mob boss; our dad." She pointed toward herself and Michael.
"He wasn't kidding about that gun shot." Damon realized.
"No; he spent a year in a coma." Alyssa replied.
"Michael, what did he say?" Kristina asked as he looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"Mom's alive." He replied.
"What?" Kristina reacted as Alyssa's jaw dropped.
"I don't know; I have to call Jason."
"Wait, before you do. What exactly did Morgan tell you? Did he speak with Carly?" Alyssa asked.
"No." He shook his head. "Jax talked to Jerry."
"Jerry? Jerry Jacks, do you believe anything that comes out of his mouth?" Kristina questioned.
"No; I don't, which is exactly why I need to talk to Jason. Look, if Jerry survived the boat wreck then why is it impossible to think that my mom did?"
"Because there wasn't any indication that Jerry his head on the back of the boat and immediately lost consciousness." Kristina argued. "If Carly was alive and Jason knew about it don't you think Jason would tell you?"
"Well… Morgan said she survived the wreck, but it's possible that she's still in rough shape. Jax didn't want to say anything because he was afraid that…"
"That she might not make it?" Alyssa asked holding out her hand for him to grab onto. "Michael, if this true, and I'm not saying it's not, then I am sure that the reason Jason isn't saying anything is because he doesn't want to have you and your brother go through getting your hopes up in her coming back just to have them crushed."
"I'm not a kid anymore, he should have told me as soon as he found her." Michael argued. "That's my mom."
"Michael; you're the one who told him not to come back unless he brought her with. He's just making sure he can do that." Kristina reminded him. "God, Michael, you were right!"
"I know; I should get back to Morgan." Michael replied. "I'm sorry to cut this…"
"I'll go with you." Alyssa responded hoping to keep him from doing something he may regret.
"Krissy?" Michael questioned.
"I can bring her back; if that's okay with her?" Damon volunteered.
"Yeah; tell Jax I won't be long." She replied as they watched them leave. "I can't believe it. Everyone was sure that there was no way she could have survived. We went to her funeral."
"Maybe this is the proof you need that miracles really do happen." He smirked.
"Maybe." She smiled. "Maybe everything will work out."
"Come on, let's get you home." He urged her.
