Lucky knew he had to fight but he was so tired. Still, he wasn't ready to give up. He was a Spencer and Spencer's never gave up, not even when being tormented by Helena Cassadine and Faison. He would beat them somehow and someway and get home to his family, to Elizabeth. He had to. If it was the last thing he did he would break free of this place.
He closed his eyes; still feeling like someone was reaching out to him. He'd felt this some nights and could almost see the loved ones's faces if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough. He sat on the bed, knees drawn to his chest and looked at the family picture he had. It had been taken the day of the funeral and showed his parents and Bobbie along with Nikolas and Lesley. He had a separate picture of Elizabeth and one of Lulu and he gathered all of them close. "Who needs me huh?" Lucky asked in a hoarse voice. The unshed tears threatened to choke him but he couldn't risk splashing the photographs.
Tracing a trembling finger over Elizabeth's features and giving Lulu's impish grin a gentle smile, Lucky turned his attention to his parents. He knew everything that had happened between them, from his mother's breakdown and trip to Stefan's country house to Luke's drinking and adventures with Felicia. Faison saw fit to inform him of everything. It added to his loneliness and isolation, instead of assuaging the ache in his chest.
Absently rubbing his back, Lucky knew it was his father that needed him.
"What dad getting locked in a crypt with a goddess wasn't enough for you? What have you done now?" Lucky asked with a small smile. Bored, he turned on the Tv. Faison allowed him 20 hours of Tv a week. The satellite system allowed Lucky to watch Wplc and he automatically tuned it in. The news was the only way Lucky had to connect with Port Charles and a show he wouldn't have wasted his time on before the kidnapping became his must see Tv.
Lucky's head snapped up as the anchor read "Former mayor Luke Spencer was gravely injured in a car accident this evening. Unconfirmed reports say his step-son Nikolas Cassadine was driving the car that collided with Mr Spencer's legendary pink Cadillac. Details on his condition were not yet available but one hospital source said it didn't look good. "
"Dad?" Lucky whispered as he tried to absorb this emotional blow. His father could die and he wasn't there to tell him to fight, to help him out. "I have to get out of here." Lucky muttered.
Nikolas curled up on the floor of Gh while Bobbie and his father fought. He was in so much pain and so tired that he just wanted to pull into himself and escape even only for a few minutes. He rocked back and forth, holding his knees and whimpering, his emotions on overload.
As Stefan's started to retort to Bobbie's comment about Laura saying goodbye to Luke, he spied Nikolas on the floor. "Son!" He exclaimed moving to Nikolas' side and turning a furious gaze on his shocked ex-wife. "You caused this! He needs medical attention, you incompetent guttersnipe."
Bobbie shook her head, sighed and pushed Stefan's shoulder hard. "Move your highness." She snapped, taking Nikolas' pulse. "Its ok hon." She soothed. "Let us take care of you then you can worry about Luke all right"
Nikolas met Bobbie's eyes and saw the assurance in them. "Tell me if anything changes." He said trying to hold back his sobs. It felt good to have Bobbie caring for him. She was so much less forceful then his father. He allowed her to lead him to an examining room and lay still as Monica Quartermaine checked him out. Only the best, his father had insisted. While he and Bobbie had argued Nikolas had pretended to be asleep. It just seemed easier that way.
"Mr Cassadine?" Monica finally broke in. "He has some badly bruised ribs and a slight concussion, whiplash and is badly bruised but otherwise he's in excellent shape "I'd like to spend a few minutes alone with him though. His mental state worries me."
Stefan nodded shortly and turned his attention back to Bobbie. "You will not involve Laura in this." Monica heard before reentering Nikolas room. She needed to connect with him; someone had to. Monica considered calling Emily but knew she would worry more seeing Nikolas in this state.
"Nikolas they're outside. Can you talk to me?" Monica asked gently. She had never really cared for the boy or the rest of his family, but she would get through to him whatever it took. It seemed that his family was more interested in engaging in a battle of wills. She brushed his hair back, much as she would have to Aj or Jason, if he would allow that, had they been in this position.
"Luke. I need to know about Luke." Nikolas said in a broken tone. "They said he needs a transplant. Can I be tested?" he asked hopefully.
Awash with sympathy for the young man, Monica started to shake her head, then, with a resigned sigh, she nodded. "I'll take some blood Nikolas but the likelihood is very minimal." She reminded. "And even so you're injured. That could be a case against surgery."
"I was a perfect Match for Lulu." Nikolas replied. "I helped save her life. She's Luke's daughter too. I know we had different fathers but I was the perfect match. Me not Lucky. So there must be something there." Nikolas insisted in a quiet voice.
Considering what he said, Monica smiled. She would do anything now to keep him communicating. "Let me have some blood drawn Nikolas. That's a very admirable thing that you're willing to do."
"I put him there." Nikolas replied as Monica walked out. Alone again, he looked up at the ceiling. "Please Lucky make this work. I want to be useful; I want to do something else in my life that helps instead of hurting. My coming here hurt your father so much. I'm so sorry, little brother. Even though I don't deserve favors please protect us all"
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