Chapter Four: "Truth"
Liz ran into GH and looked around her. Nikolas was on the phone, his face red.
He shouted a few times then turned so his back was facing her. Bobbie was
plastered to a window and had a sad look on her face. Liz rushed towards Bobbie.
"Bobbie, what's going on…" She drifted off as she looked through the window and
saw Lucky. "Oh my gosh…" She whispered as she took him in.
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"Listen to me Laura." Nikolas said, grasping onto the phone cord. "Come to the
hospital." Nikolas' patience was wearing out. He listened to Laura's voice for
too long. First the shocked 'squeal', then the angry 'yell' then the hysterical
'cry'. He sighed and tried again. "Laura… is Luke there?" He heard nothing for a
moment and thought she hung up. "Good." He mumbled.
"Good what, boy?" Said a voice over the phone. Luke. Nikolas closed his eyes.
"What did you say to my wife you Cassadine bat?"
"I just told…"
"And it better be something that I want to hear, because if you made my wife
upset for no reason, I'm going to go down to Spook Island and…"
"Lucky's in the hospital." Nikolas said, cutting Luke off. Nikolas waited for
Luke's response, but just got a click from the phone.
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A doctor came out of Lucky's room and Liz barreled him down. "What's going on?
Is he ok?" She demanded.
The doctor wiped his brow and removed his glasses. "Who are you?" He asked the
girl.
"Doctor, answer her." Bobbie piped up.
"Yes...of course. It seems as though Mr. Spencer consumed a little too much
alcohol. Along with a drug."
"What kind of drug?"
"Midazolam." Bobbie gasped.
Liz looked from the doctor to Bobbie. "What the hell is that?"
"It's used mostly for date rape…" Bobbie choked out.
Liz froze. Date rape? She walked over to the window again and watch Lucky toss
in his sleep. She could only imagine what he was dreaming about.
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Lucky tossed once again in his sleep. He thrust his head back, trying to get her
hands away from him. "No…" He whispered, and tried to get up. He couldn't. She
ran her hands over his body again and he cringed. "Stop it, please." He pleaded.
No answer. Lucky bolted up from his sleep, sweating and breathing hard. He felt
sick and laid back down. He put his hands up to his face and drew his knees up
to his chest. He rocked back and forth a few times until he felt calmer, then
cried himself back to sleep.
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