Jason Reunites with Carly

Jason felt much better after he had a chance to wash up in the men's restroom and slip into a fresh change of clothing. He hadn't slept in over 24 hours, but he wouldn't until he knew that both Carly and the baby were doing much better. The baby was still in surgery, so it gave Jason the first opportunity to see Carly since he had brought her into the hospital. The nurses and doctors were concerned that Carly still hadn't woken up after her c-section. She was weak and had lost a great deal of blood. When Jason laid eyes on her, he felt the breath suddenly stolen from his lungs. She was so incredibly pale. He'd never seen her so ill and it almost brought him to his knees. He could have lost her.

"Carly," he spoke as he sat down beside her and took her still hand into his. "Can you hear me? I am here."

Gently he caressed his fingertips over the soft flesh of her hand, hoping that his touch could revive her, along with his voice. "You have to wake up," he pleaded. "I don't know what I am doing. They told me you needed surgery... and I told them 'no.' Then they told me the kid needed surgery and I said, 'yes.' You should see him. He's so tiny and perfect."

Jason's voice broke as he lay his head in his hands. He was so tired. Carly wasn't waking up. She was showing no response... but he needed her so much. He ached to look into her eyes and hear her voice.

"Carly..." He took her hand into his again. To his surprise, she gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. She HAD heard him!

Excited and hopeful, Jason rushed out to get the nurse. He happened to find Bobbie standing in the hallway. "Carly squeezed my fingers!" Jason exclaimed. "She's waking up!"

Bobbie smiled as she followed Jason into Carly's hospital room. "Carly," Bobbie prompted the unconscious young woman as she checked Carly's vitals. Everything seemed to be in order. Carly seemed to be responding well to the platelet infusion and getting stronger by the minute.

Carly's eyelashes fluttered. "Jason," she said in a soft voice.

"Carly, do you know where you are?" Bobbie asked.

"Water. So thirsty," Carly murmured.

Bobbie brought Carly a fresh glass of water. The young woman took a couple of sips as she tried to adjust to her surroundings. "Jason," Carly said, her voice sounding panicked.

"I'm right here," Jason said as he returned to her side and held her hand.

"I'll give you two a moment alone. I am going to get the doctor so he can come examine Carly," Bobbie said before she left the room.

"What happened, Jase?" Carly asked. "Something bad?"

He saw the fear and anxiety in her eyes. She was disoriented but yet having flashbacks of the moment she had collapsed on the living room floor. "The baby!" she suddenly screamed, clutching her now almost flat stomach. "It's gone! I killed it! I killed our baby!"

She was completely hysterical, so Jason had to talk in a firm, yet gentle voice in an attempt to calm her. "No, Carly. He's alive. We have a son. He's a tiny little runt... but he's going to be alright. As soon as he gets out of surgery, I will take you to see him."

"Surgery? SURGERY?! What surgery? What's wrong with him? What did I DO to him?"

"Carly, it's nothing you did. There was a duct in his heart that didn't close, so the doctor had to fix it surgically. Monica said that AJ and I had the same condition when we were born. It's a congenital thing. It's nothing you did."

"I didn't take care of our baby, Jason. I made him sick," Carly sobbed as tears fell from her eyes.

"The baby will be okay. He has the best doctors taking care of him. He's safe," Jason soothed.

He pulled Carly into his arms and held her close as she cried. There was little more he could do to ease her fears. As his arms wound around her, the sobbing gradually lessened. "My baby..." she whimpered. "He has to be alright. I love him so much."