Todd and I arrive back at The Palace Hotel. Todd showers and has fallen fast asleep. I sleep for a while also. I wake up and notice it is almost noon. We had both been so exhausted from our trip from Port Charles to Llanview. Todd had spent most of the night waiting for his son and then at the hospital. I check Todds cell. Blair has texted that Jack is still out and probably would be for a while more. She said she will call when he awakens. I decide not to wake Todd. I can't believe it is so late and I make up my mind to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant to get us some lunch. I could have ordered room service but I want to see the rest of my temporary residence. I leave a note on my pillow for Todd. I walk into the dinning room. It is grand. There are patrons sitting enjoying their lunches. I tell the host that I will just be at the bar, no table is required. Standing there I order a glass of orange juice, while I wait for our lunch order. Sipping slowly, I hear a voice ask, "is this seat taken?" Hearing this, I think back to Kellys diner and Sonny Corinthos asking me that question. I turn quickly and let out a sigh of relief. It's not him, but I know this. Sonny is back in Pentanville and hopefully rotting there. There stands a man smiling at me and I answer, "no, no one is there." "Do you mind?" he asks. "No," is all I answer. He sits. He looks familiar but my mind can't place him. I turn back to my juice. After a moment, he speaks. "Is that a Screwdriver," he asks. I look at my glass and then at him, "excuse me!" "Your drink, is that a Screwdriver?" "No, it isn't," I answer somewhat annoyed. "Oh sorry," he replies noticing my annoyance, "it's just that I'm in AA and I think everything is alcohol." "Okay," I say, "I don't know you and that is already too much information." "Oh I'm sorry again," he says, "let me introduce myself, I'm..." Just then my cell rings. It's Todd. I answer and tell him that I'm on my way up with food. My order is given to me, I turn and look at this man and simply say, "have a nice day."
Once back in or suite, I see that Todd is dressing quickly. "Blair called," he says, "Jacks awake." "How is he?" I ask. "I don't know yet," answers Todd. "But I brought you some lunch, you have to eat," I say. "Oh good," he replies, "I am starving." He takes the bag and removes his food. I watch as he practically inhales it. I get in a few bites of my own. "You're coming with me aren't you?" he asks with his mouth full. "Todd, I'm not dressed, I'm in warm ups." "You look beautiful," he answers. "What will Blair think?" I ask. "Why would she care if you're in warm ups," says Todd. "That's not what I meant Todd, what will she think of me tagging along again?" "Since when do you care what Blair thinks?" he asks. "Well you're right about that," I reply, "I don't care, but I think this is a time for you and your son." "I want you there Dee, I need you there." I sigh, "okay Todd, I'll go," thinking to myself, even though I haven't met Jack, I do care about him and I want him to be alright. "So come on with me," says Todd. Before I know it, we are back at Llanview Hospital. Todd has gone into see Jack as I wait outside. I call to check on things at our new Crimson Headquarters. I then call Maxie. She is leaving Port Charles for Llanview in the morning. After these calls I decide to get a soft drink from the vending machine. I do and am returning to the waiting area when I stop short.
Jack is laying there groggy. His head is spinning a little and he feels like he has been run over by a Mack truck. Blair is at his side. "How are you feeling baby?" she asks. "Terrible," he answers. He hears the door open. He turns to see his father walk in. "Oh no, no, no," shouts Jack and he brings his trembling hands to his face. Todd stands there silent. "Jack calm down," says Blair softly. "What the hell are you doing here?" Jack continues to shout, "get out, get the hell out." "Jack stop," says Blair. Todd walks toward his bed stopping at the foot of it. "I'm not going anywhere son," says Todd, "I'm here to stay." Jacks hands fall to his sides, "don't call me son, I'm not your son. Why are you here? leave us in peace." "You called me," says Todd, "don't you remember?" "No I don't," answers Jack, "and even if I did, I doubt that I asked you to come here. Everyone was happy with you in Port Charles, just go back, go away." "No," says Todd softly, "I'm not leaving you again." Jack shuts his eyes, "mom make him leave." Blair looks at Todd then back at their son. "No Jack, I won't do that. If your father hadn't of come to Llanview last night, I wouldn't have known what was going on. You could have passed out God knows where and you could have..." Blair cannot say the word, but continues. "Your father brought you here and you're going to be fine." "So what do want me to do then?" says Jack, "am I supposed to thank you?" he asks glaring at Todd. "No you don't have to," says Todd. "Good, cuz I wasn't," says Jack. Jack plops his back onto his pillow when the doctor walks in. He proceeds to check Jack. Blair and Todd watch. "Well," says the doctor, "I think Jack is going to be fine but I would like a word with you both." He motions for Jacks parents to step outside. "We'll be right back, okay Jack," says Blair. "Only you," he replies, "not him." Todd is silent as he and Blair exit the room with the doctor. "Mrs. Delgado, Mr. Manning, I would like to ask you if you might know where Jack got the Oxycodone?" Todd shakes his head, "beats me." Blair speaks, "Jack was in a serious car accident last year. He was prescribed the drug for pain but he was taken off that medication a while back." "Well," says the doctor, "somehow your son has gotten hold of more and mixed it with alcohol. Let's just say that if you hadn't of brought him in when you did, it would have been too late." "Oh my God," says Blair. "If Jack has been ingesting these pills since his accident he is going to have to go through some intense detox," says the doctor. Blair looks at Todd. "Can it be done here or will he have to go to a facility?" asks Todd. "I am recommending Jack be transferred to a treatment center for alcohol and drug rehabilitation," answers the doctor. "Oh no!" exclaims Blair, "no no." "Blair," says Todd, "we have to do it, Jack needs to get clean, you heard the doctor, he could have died." "No, don't say that," cries Blair. Todd takes her by the shoulders, "Blair, he has to go, he may not be so lucky next time." "Next time!" repeats Blair. "Yes," says Todd, "if we don't get him the help he needs, there will be a next time." Blair shuts her eyes, "alright, where do we sign?"