'What am I still doing here?' Sonny thought to himself about 40 minutes later. He had been keeping a respectful distance. He knew Jax was blinded with worry and that as soon as he snapped out of it, he wouldn't be welcome, but he had 'found her.' He had a right to know if she was okay. He wasn't there for Jax, he was there because Alexis was his attorney and he 'hated breaking in new attorneys.' He had basically stayed out of the feud that Luke had with the Cassadine's, but the thought that they'd do this to one of their own blew him away. 'I don't like this' he thought to himself, 'I don't like this at all.'
Jax stared at the closed door of the trauma room. The way she looked when he'd seen her lying on the floor still fresh in his mind. He hadn't known that seeing her like that would affect him the way it did. He was almost knocked off his feet. She was, among other things, his best friend and he couldn't loose her. "Bobbie's with her" he said, not realizing he'd said it aloud.
"She's good." Sonny said, knowing that he had to say something.
Jax still didn't seem to mind that he was there. 'This won't last long.' he thought to himself, 'I know he's the last person I'd want waiting with me in this situation.'
Bobbie and Tony came out through the Trauma Room doors. Bobbie came to Jax's side and looked at Sonny for a moment confusedly 'What's he doing here?' That's strange. 'Could this have something to do with Jerry?' She brought her thoughts back to the present. She looked at Jax with a comforting expression on her face.
Tony started to explain her condition. Sonny moved closer so that he could hear. "She has a collapsed lung. She has what looks like a shoe print on her ribcage. She has 4 fractured ribs one of which punctured her lung. We've inserted a chest tube and it's draining freely. There doesn't seem to be any other signs of internal bleeding. The cut on the forehead and side of her face is going to be stitched by a Plastic Surgeon. He will do his best to minimize the scarring, but there is a possibility that she will have a scar. In my opinion though, it won't be anything a Plastic Surgeon couldn't later fix. Bobbie can answer any of your questions. I'll go back and check on her now."
Jax was half listening, relieved that it didn't sound that bad, but then he remembered. "But she was unconscious when we found her, is she still out? Will she wake up soon? Can I see her?"
Bobbie went on, "Oh, I'm sorry. She's awake. She roused shortly after the chest tube was inserted. She's only able to say short phrases. She's asking for you. She seems to think you are in some kind of trouble. I told her that you were fine, that you were here, but it didn't seem to sink in. "Jax headed to the door. "Jax she's really weak. Don't let her say too much. She needs to rest." Jax nodded and headed through the door.
Bobbie turned to Sonny. "I'm surprised to see you here."
Sonny cleared his throat. "Um.. I was there. I found her. She didn't look to good. Are you sure she's going to be okay."
"Well, she's not going to be running any marathon's in the next few weeks, not that she would anyway." Bobbie laughed at her joke. "You're really worried about her,"
Sonny tried played it off. "Well, its just that she's 'probably the best darn attorney I've ever had.' It'd be bad for business to not have her around." Bobbie laughed knowing it had to be more. She turned to go into the trauma room. "Hey Bobbie, take good care of her, okay." Sonny said in a sweet way that made Bobbie smile.
"I will." Bobbie assured him. With that Sonny left. 'No since pushing your luck' he thought to himself. Besides, he needed to go somewhere. He had to get to the bottom of this.
Jax had been sitting by her bedside. She was so still. Tony had said she was just sleeping. He couldn't bear to wake her, but was torn. He wanted to make sure she was okay. He wanted to hear her voice, however weak it was going to be. 'Wake up, wife, Wake up!' he thought willing her to wake up.
"Jax," a voice whispered.
Jax smiled, a tear slipped down his cheek. "Hello, Wife!"