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Chapter Seven

"Nothing but a dream, really?"

"Oh, God, Jason…"

"Say it again. Your whole body vibrates when you moan like that. Those muscles of yours, they should be insured; I think we should talk to Lloyds of London or something. You made me cum in under a minute woman. How did you do that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, God, yes, you need to tell me. I feel like a teenager… shooting my load after a minute. You are a wicked woman. How did we ever not do this? You, me, it is just phenomenal."

"Shut up Jason and fuck me already. You got your wish; you had me against the wall, now I want you on your beloved pool table. Think you can sink balls deep in me?" Elizabeth purred.

"Mr. Morgan, I need to take your vitals, don't mind me, try to go back to sleep." A nurse whispered in his ear.

He could feel her hands trailing all over his body, his eyes snapped to hers before shooting a look below his waist; he could see the tent that his dream had caused. His patience was wearing thin.

'Mmm, I can remember that night, like it just happened. Every touch, every gasp, every moan and groan. Every Oh God and fuck me more… Damnit! That will not help my tenting problem at all.' He thought to himself.

"I'd still be asleep, if you hadn't woken me up needing to take my vitals. How are patients supposed to heal, when you people wake us up for the stupidest things? Would you stop, Epiphany can do this, I don't know you, and I don't want you touching me. And that was not caused by you." He said, waving to his groin area.

"Please Mr. Morgan, this is my job, just because I am a student nurse, doesn't mean I can't do my job. And if I didn't cause that, why is it practically bobbing for my attention."

"Listen, you woke me from one Hell of a dream, while that annoys me to no end, you, whoever the hell you are, don't know me. I want Epiphany, now. The only reason my dick is bobbing, is because I was remembering being buried balls deep in my girl and how it was the best fucking lay of my life!"

"Did you Bellow?" Epiphany held the glass of water, with the straw in it. Jason drank it down greedily.

Jason noticed Epiphany's inability to look him in the eyes and realized she had heard everything.

"Epiphany, get this woman out of my room. Elizabeth wouldn't like some…some newbie tending to me. Besides, we need to talk."

"Run along nurse Williams, I'll handle this patient."

"Perhaps you should recheck with your nurses and their techniques, because I am pretty damn sure it doesn't say anywhere in the training manual that you need to feel the damn patient up!"

"Jason, relax, I am sure she just got a little overzealous. I'll make a note in your chart and let everyone know that only certain nurses will be allowed to care for you. Sadly for you, I am missing my best one, but you already knew that, didn't't you?"

"Thanks…" Jason replied grumpily.

"So what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well…"

"Spit it out young man, I haven't got all day."

"Did you see Elizabeth when she left the hospital?"

"I did, why?"

"Did she look alright, her and the baby, they were good right?"

"Why would you care, aren't you sleeping with that diseased leech that attached to your ass, after your partner decided once was more than enough?"

"What is with everyone lately? Do I have a sign on my forehead saying 'looking for smartassed comments'"?

"I wouldn't know, it's hard to read anything through all those frown wrinkles."

"Hahaha, you are a funny lady."

"Listen Jason, as far as I could tell, she was okay. She was shook up, but that is to be expected. She is a strong woman and obviously her baby is strong too, but I suppose since it is your baby, it is just taking after you, right?"

"What do you mean, my baby, how…who…?"

"Mr. Morgan, people may think I am dumb, but just because ignorant people make that assumption, I wouldn't expect you to be one of them." Epiphany said with a cocked eyebrow. "Do you need anything?"

"You're right, and if Elizabeth was going to tell anyone, I could see it being you. Not at the moment, I think I am going to try to sleep again. Thanks."

"No problem."

Once Epiphany left, Jason had nothing but time and sadly no desire to sleep. He was tired physically but mentally he was as alert as always.

There were things he needed to get done. While being stuck in a hospital or jail wasn't really conductive to getting much done, he could make a list, well a mental list at least.

For starters, he needed to talk to Diane again, although he was sure she didn't have anything that would help him at the moment, he felt a desire to stay in contact with her. She would be his only link to Elizabeth while he possible rotted away in a jail cell.

'Fuck my life' Jason thought to himself.

The list…

1. Find Elizabeth.

- Shouldn't be too hard, right, right?!

2. Marry Elizabeth.

- Need to pop the question first dipshit

3. Adopt Cameron.

- Should probably ask Elizabeth first, don't need to get her sassy ass all up in arms over something this important.

4. Buy a house.

- Probably should wait till she's home and can have a say. My girl is feisty and always has good opinions, not always the best ideas, but good opinions for sure.

5. Convince her to come home.

- That should most likely be number 2…

6. Get Francis or Johnny home and have one of them takeout Sam.

- That should be number one, then I won't have to deal with her whiny, cling, diseased ass.

7. Buy wedding rings.

- All depends on if she agrees to come back, although, if she doesn't, I suppose we could try to make a life wherever she is and if not, I can always stalk her. Not my best idea but I can work with it.

8. Seduce her.

- After that dream and the way she was so hot and couldn't get enough, shouldn't be too hard. God, I hope it isn't too hard. I did read about pregnancy hormones or heard it somewhere. She's been without for so long, she'd probably be happy to jump my fabulous bone…

9. Plan more babies.

- That will all depend on the rest but again; I think I can make sure it is a sure thing.

10. …

Before he could finish his list making, he was once again asleep. Dreaming of a pool table and just how many ways he had indeed sunk, balls deep in his lovely Elizabeth.

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"Monica, what are you talking about, what is back?"

"The cancer Alan and I don't think I am strong enough to fight it this time."

"Do you know this for a fact; have you had the mammogram, the ultrasound, the biopsy? Or are you letting past fears cloud your judgement. I'm not trying to be cruel or belittle your concern, I'm just asking."

"I've had all the tests. They did the biopsy yesterday but it doesn't matter what it says, I know Alan."

"How many lumps do you have?"

"Three and they are large and they are tender, oh Alan, I don't want to die." Monica sobbed.

"You are not going to die; I will not lose you my love. If and that is all it is at this moment, if your cancer has returned, we will fight this. I will be by your side throughout it all. I love you darling but please don't despair. You know this battle is just as much mental as it is physical. Being positive never killed anyone and sometimes we have to believe that we are tested to see our true mettle."

"Why aren't you more afraid? Don't you get it, I'm going to die!"

"No, I don't think you are. I also think it is time we got you help for your drinking. Is this why you've been acting like this, how long did you put off going to a doctor?" Alan had a sick feeling in his stomach but he was determined to show her nothing but strength and love.

"It doesn't matter, nothing does. My own son doesn't care what happens to me, my husband is so busy at the hospital and helping everyone else, I am almost always alone. My daughter can't remember her own address unless that boil that is Cassadine is with her. Her best friend is likely having our grandchild and won't tell me, even though I am going through something so…terrible."

Obviously talking to his wife, while she was intoxicated was a waste of his breath. "Come a long Moni, we are going to get a suitcase packed and then we are going to see about getting you some help for your drinking and while you are working on that. I will see to your test results and then and only then, will we start thinking about alternatives."

"What kind of alternatives?"

"If you do have breast cancer, I will have all our loved ones looking for oncologists that will give you the will to survive. I will get Emily home and Jason and Elizabeth and anyone else you want to see, but only if you make up your mind now, that you are going to fight. And I mean fight with everything you have in you and then fight some more."

"You don't know how hard this is Alan. I am so scared."

Her tears soaked through his shirt, the feel of them breaking his own resolve. Together they curled on the couch, each letting go, letting the other be strong, until sleep claimed them both.

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