Manhattan

New York City

"Excuse me," said Sonny to the front desk nurse at the hospital. The hospital he was at was St. General's, a religious charity hospital that opened its doors to needy people. Needy people like Marilyn. "I'm looking for Marilyn Zachara."

Sonny felt the nurse scan her toad-like eyes on him, as though he was a naughty child.

"Are you family?" She finally asked him.

Sonny squared his shoulders and looked her straight in her eyes.

"Yes. I am her father."

She said sharply to Sonny,

"Marilyn has never had family visit her before. Poor kid. You say you are Marilyn's father?"

Sonny ignored her question. It wasn't his fault he didn't know he had a terminally ill child. It was that bitch Claudia that never told him about Marilyn. He countered her question with one of his.

"Which room is she in?"

The nurse's face twitched. "She's in Room 203. Two levels up. Marilyn has just got out of surgery two hours ago, she still hasn't woken up yet."

"Thank you."

Sonny took the elevator to Room 203. He had told Max to stay at the hotel. His palms were starting to sweat from nerves. He wiped his hands on his black business pants. The elevator clicked, signaling it was time to get his ass out of there. Sonny got out of the elevator and walked down the hall, stopping at Room 203. He took a breath, steadying himself to prepare of what he might see, and opened the door.

He immediately saw Marilyn

She had soft looking skin that seemed to emit a glow. She wasn't awake. Her whole body seemed fragile as though she might break at any moment. Tubes were up in her nose and her arms were wrapped around like the tubes were a vine. Beside her, there was monitors keeping track of her vital signs. Sonny found a seat in the room. He pulled the chair to Marilyn's bedside. He wasn't sure if he should take her hand. He saw that a I.V. was stuck up in her forearm. Sonny knew what it felt like to be hooked up to machines, wondering inside in that state of unconsciousness whether he would live or die. Sonny took Marilyn's hand anyway. He gently rubbed her soft hand with his thumb, taking care not to set off any of the monitors.

Sonny glanced around Marilyn's hospital room.

The windowsill had two get well cards and somebody had left a (now near dead) dozen dead roses. On the other side of the hospital bed was another side table. On the side table there was a mannequin head. On the mannequin head there was a long length, dark brown hair wig. Sonny glanced down at his daughter.

Marilyn's head was bald. Marilyn had lost all of her hair.

Probably to chemo, thought Sonny.

On the floor lay a small suitcase and a cardboard box of outdated issues of National Geographic.

Sonny hated the silence in the room. So he filled the space with his voice.

Sonny began talking to his daughter for the first time.

"Hi Marilyn," he started. "Your father is here. Wow I never in a million years thought I would meeting you like this. Especially when your mother is dead and now you're dying."

Sonny's voice began to tremble.

"I just want you to know that I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to see you grow into the young woman you are today. My brave girl. I also want you to know that I am here for you for the rest of this. You can beat this Marilyn. If you pull through this if you want, I will take you home to Port Charles with me. But first you have to wake up Marilyn-" A tear rolled down his cheek- "and say 'yes'".

Sonny squeezed his daughter's hand gently.

Notes:

Hey guys!

The original fanfic i wrote for this is almost over, but I'm working on making it longer but i need some help from my readers for ideas:)

Thanks,

Norah Strike.

Question:

Should Claudia make a reappearence?