I have so many problems with the hit and run storyline. I don’t even know where to start. LeaB wrote an AMAZING rendition of this story, Through the Looking Glass, but I’ve always been tempted to go back and try my own hand at it. I did for a hot minute, with The Blind Spot, but I lost interested in it and gave it to Joy, continued it with an interesting twist but it remains unfinished.
In September 2003, Elizabeth was injured in a hit and run with a few suspects. It could have been Faith, Ric, or Courtney. Courtney, at the time, was experience a very quick blink and you’ll miss it drug addiction storyline so she was high. She hit Elizabeth and fled the scene. Carly, with Lorenzo Alcazar’s help, got rid of the car. Jason learned the truth, but, uh, nothing happened. I’m not even lying. Everyone moved on.
The only purpose to the story was to end Courtney’s addiction and to shove LiRic back together. (Liz got her sight back after Ric pushed her to the ground. I shit you not.)
It was early when he came to see her. He’d been up all night at the police department trying to get the charges against Courtney dropped. Finally, their lawyer had found a technicality and she was free to go.
But he went to see Elizabeth anyway. She was sitting up in her hospital bed, wide awake. She was eating breakfasta Kelly’s special instead of regular hospital food. Being the granddaughter of Steve and Audrey Hardy afforded her special privileges.
He stood in the open doorway, watching her fumble with her knife and fork. She kept missing her scrambled eggs and her hand was always just missing her glass of orange juice. But she stubbornly kept eating.
“Who’s there?” she asked sharply, suddenly becoming aware of another presence. She frowned. “If that’s you Ric, you can just turn around and leave.”
“It’s not Ric.”
“Jason?” she asked. Her face brightened for a moment before it settled into a blank expression, her lips thinned. “It’s kind of ironic that you’re here since Mac Scorpio just left.”
She knew. He could tell without even asking her. “Elizabeth”
“He told me that there was no doubt that Courtney hit me but that you spent all night trying to set her free and now she is. On a technicality.”
“She did,” Elizabeth said. She sighed. “I can understand why you did it though. I mean, she’s your fiance. You didn’t want her to go to jail.” She hesitated. “Did you know before she was arrested?”
“What do you mean?” Jason asked.
“I mean did you know that she hit me before she was arrested?” Elizabeth asked.
He didn’t answer for a moment and it was in that moment that she got her answer.
And then he lied.
“No, I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”
She nodded. “Thank you for demonstrating exactly how little I mean to you. You can leave the same way you came in.”
He shook his head a littleit didn’t occur to him that she could no longer see him. “I don’t understand.”
“I think you do understand. I think you understand completely.” She picked her fork up and stabbed at some eggs. Her fork missed the plate again and scraped against the side of the dish. “I know we haven’t talked a lot this past year, but I thoughtI don’t know but I was stupid enough to think at least we were friends.”
“Then why lie?” she asked coldly.
“I’m not lying.”
“That’s three, you want to go for four?” she demanded. “You want to tell me that you weren’t going to help her cover it up?” She laugheda self-deprecating sound that sent chills down his spine. “Of course, it explains her late night visit now. Finding out what I remembered, telling me not to call the police. It explains so much.”
“Three lies,” she said shortly. “One, Sonny’s dead. Two, you didn’t know. Three, you’re not lying. Of course, if you want tack on the lies from that night in the penthouse, we’re up to six.”
“Okay, yes I knew,” he replied. “I found out late last night.”
“Were you going to cover it up?” she demanded.
“Do you mean was I going to let Courtney go to jail?” Jason retorted. “No.”
“No, were you going to cover it up?” Her eyes narrowed. “Were you not going to tell me? Were you going to let me spend the rest of my life in darkness without telling me who it was that took away my sight? My ability to paint, to work, to have any kind if life?”
“She wasn’t herself,” Jason said, instead of trying to answer her question. “She was going through a bad timeshe’d miscarried and we found out she can’t have children. She started taking pills”
“So, she was high?” Elizabeth demanded shrilly. “And that makes it okay? It makes it okay that she’ll get away with it? That I’m going to have to move in my grandmother now? That it will be months, maybe years before I can live on my own? I’m blind, Jason. I can’t see.”
“Look, it’s not the best situation but”
“No, there’s no but about it.” She shoved the tray of food away, sent it slightly swinging away from the bed. She sat up straighter and her eyes were glaring in his direction. He couldn’t look at herthe more he looked at her and saw the way she couldn’t really tell where he waswhere to look, the more he realized how much Courtney had stolen from her.
“You of all people should know that it’s no excuse,” she whispered, the fight suddenly gone from her voice. “Your accident happened because AJ was drinking.”
“It’s not the same thing,” Jason said, startled at the comparison of Courtney and AJ. “AJ is a drunk”
“Was a drunk,” Elizabeth corrected sharply, “and your fiance is an addict. It doesn’t matter why they startedit was a choice. They chose to take the drink or the pills and they chose to get into the car. It was a choice. And once, you would have understood why the thought of Courtney getting away with it just because she’s Sonny’s sister makes me ill.”
And she was right. If this had happened last yearhe would have had the same reaction. Courtney would have been cut off from both their liveshe would have seen to it that she paid for what she’d done to Elizabeth. He would have seen it the way Elizabeth did. Another addict destroying a life.
And God help him, he hadn’t seen that parallel until this second.
He cleared his throat. “You’re right. It’s not fair that she’ll get away with it.”
She frowned, her expression wary. “What?”
“I hated it when the Quartermaines covered for AJ and what I was going to do for Courtney would be no different.” He sat down in the chair and shook his head. “I’m sorry. For lying.”
“You never used to do that,” she said quietly. “Even if it made things betteryou never used to lie.”
“I never used to do a lot of things,” he said, regretfully. “I thought the blindness was temporary,” he said, changing the subject.
“They’re not sure anymore,” Elizabeth said quietly. “I started therapy last night.”
“Has Ric been bothering you?” he asked. “When I came in, you sounded like you expected him.”
“I think he’s practically living here. He comes by every hour on the hour as if I’m magically going to forget everything he did.”
“I can put someone on the doorto make sure he stays away,” Jason offered.
“You don’t have to do this,” Elizabeth told him.
“Look, I know it’s been a tense year but I was hoping we could put it behind us.”
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’d like that,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”