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Chapter Eight

Johnny had just helped Jason out of the SUV, supporting him as much as possible as they began to shuffle into the hospital. Jason was well built, nothing about the man made moving him easy but they managed to make it in to the E.R. waiting room, with too much fuss. Although, they had just cleared the doors and Johnny saw both Doctor's Quartermaine.

His eyes were darting every which way, trying to find an easy out but it was all for naught. It was almost as if Jason's parents sensed his presence, or had a homing device up his butt…

Johnny had taken one step in his bid for freedom before they both rushed him. His mouth opened but really, what could he say. Thankfully, Jason took the reins.

"Alan, Monica…" He didn't get any further, his stomach lurched and just like that, he painted all of their shoes with the contents of his stomach.

"Listen, he needs…he has alcohol poisoning…Can we get him situated then I will get you as up to date as possible?" Johnny said, hating that he had to share the news.

"Monica will get Jason situated and you can tell me what the hell is going on!" Alan all but yelled.

The withering glare Monica directed at her husband, made every man in their vicinity's balls try to climb back into their bodies. As she pulled Jason out of Johnny's arms to taking him to an exam room, she tossed over her shoulder, "I am just as much his family as you Alan. The next time you think to pull rank, remember where you sleep. I have a spoon just waiting for a reason…"

Alan waited until his wife and son disappeared from sight before he said, "She watched Robin Hood Prince of Thieves last night…"

Johnny remembered the scene well, "Gotch ya. Umm, perhaps we can do this a little more privately?"

As they walked towards his office Alan asked, "Did something happen? I've never known him to drink like this."

"It's been a hard day…It's best to have privacy when I enlighten you as much as I can." Johnny offered. Not sure what he should share. Sharing private information about someone left a bad taste in his mouth but if he was in the Quartermaine's shoes, he'd want all the information he could get. It wasn't often that he found himself in a moral quandary.

As soon as Alan shut his door and took his seat, he looked beseechingly at the guard.

Huffing out a breath, Johnny took a moment to arrange his thoughts, "Yesterday morning two women came to Sonny for protection…I'll give you a slight idea about things but really, why they need protection is their business. One of the ladies knew Sonny, slightly, from years ago, the other; she's who really needs protection. She's been physically abused and the list of injuries…I guess Jason figured he'd get caught up on the information and in doing so, imbibed more than fifty beers."

He would have laughed if the situation wasn't so…fraught... "I've seen a lot in my years but I've only ever heard of one man who drank more, now of course, I'm not an authority on such things but I did hear Andre the Giant drank 119 in six hours…and that guy was HUGE! It's strange but Jason seems to have some sort of connection with the…victim and took her injuries very personally."

Johnny could see that the man had questions but it almost seemed to him, like the man was running each thought or question through a filter. "I'm glad you brought him in, goodness knows that with Jason's weight and his habit of not eating often, that amount could have killed him. Am I allowed to share any of this with my wife, because if I simply say he decided to drink, that 'Spoon' will definitely be used?" Alan asked. Completely sickened by the lengths people will go to hurt one another.

"If you could be as vague as possible, I'd appreciate it. Jason may decide to tell you more at some point but with this whole state of affairs up in the air, we are erring on the side of caution. None of us wants to see this poor girl hurt more…"

Alan opened his mouth to speak, and then quickly closed it; over and over he stopped and started until finally he managed to spit out, "I'll be as vague as she will let me. I don't need to know anything else. If…if she, they, ever needs anything, please feel free to ask. I'm not in the 'business' but I cannot understand anyone using abuse against another human being, for whatever reason."

"I'll let them know. We should get back, your son isn't the best patient and if I know him, he'll be plotting how to escape." Johnny said with a laugh. Trying to defuse the tension fraught moment.

"When he was a child, we could keep him in a crib, car seat, high chair, play pen…anything with bars or restraints and he was trying and succeeding in his escape." Alan said with a roll of his eyes. "You'd think a man so against being restrained, would have picked a career that wouldn't quite possibly put him behind bars with such an aversion."

Johnny couldn't help himself; he laughed all the way back to Jason. Every time he tried to get a handle on his amusement, he'd picture it all over again.

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"What in the world were you trying to prove Jason Moore Quartermaine Morgan!" Monica hissed at him.

Not daring to take the vomit bag away from his mouth, Jason mumbled, "I wasn't…and since when…why are you using all my names…I'm just Jason Morgan." It was said with a little snark and more than a little petulantly but he couldn't really pull it off with his sudden gagging.

Monica rolled her eyes. This man was infuriating. He may not consider himself a part of their family but he would always be her son. Seeing him being an idiot both broke her heart and made her wish he wasn't so damn big that she couldn't take him over her knee. Still, annoyed as she was, she passed him a napkin and waited for this round of vomiting to draw to a close. "You are lucky that your body is choosing to get rid of all that poison…if suffering wasn't something you deserve, I might be kind enough to get your stomach pumped but it looks like your body is smarter than you."

"Monica, are you trying to torment our son?" Alan asked as he stepped behind the curtain.

"Anyone who is dumb enough to do this to themselves willingly…deserves to get…" Monica began but Alan gently placed his hand over her mouth while leading her away.

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"How are you feeling man?" Johnny asked warily.

"Like my insides have waged war with me… I know it was stupid but damn it, you'll know what I was thinking and feeling when you get into that damn file. I just…"

Johnny's face showed exactly how gross he thought his bosses vomiting was but didn't want to rub shit in when he had never seen him so bothered or sick for that matter. "I told your dad…err…Alan the bare minimum but human nature will probably rear its head. Try not to be a total dick if he asks more."

Jason glared at the IV in his arm, trying and mostly failing to get his thoughts aligned. Wondering if he could get his thoughts out before his stomach rebelled again but doubting it. "I'll try to understand but I don't see why it would have anything to do with him. This…It's Elizabeth's life and just because I share DNA with those people doesn't mean they get to know everything."

"We don't expect or desire to know everything Jason. I know we handled everything badly; we've all made this harder than we needed to. We will tell you till we are blue in the face, till our last breath, we love you, you are our son. Even if you never feel that towards us, we do. We've learned that we have to try harder to understand you and your choices. We don't need to know what is going on with these women you are protecting but we are here if you need help." Monica offered as she made her way to his side.

"Thanks…" Jason offered. He was not having a heart to heart while he was puking his guts out. Not that he was big on that shit when he wasn't ill.

"Are you feeling any better?" Alan asked.

"I've been puking for what feels like days…how much more could I possibly have inside me?"

"To be honest, I don't have a clue; you'd know what you've consumed lately. If the vomiting eases up, it could mean you are cleaned out but it sounds like you did this to yourself over eight hours or more, which means the alcohol has had a chance to enter your blood stream. You'll probably be ill for a few days and so long as you are vomiting, that IV will need to stay in. Excessive vomiting will dehydrate you and you need all the meds that are flowing through it to make sure you don't suffer longer than necessary."

"How the hell am I going to do my damn job?" Jason asked angrily. Pissed at himself and the circumstances.

"Should have thought of that before your binge…" Monica said a little testy.

Everyone settled into their thoughts, allowing Jason to wallow in his stupidity.

"Excuse me; are you up to a visitor?"

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