Robyn’s Hospital Room
Robyn narrowed her eyes. “He what?”
Georgie shifted uncomfortably and shot a look at Dillon. “Scott petitioned to assign Sonny with another lawyer to continue the case.”
Robyn actually made a sound that resembled a growl and started to sit up. “I am going to kill that man with my bare hands,” she muttered.
“The judge turned him down. He said in light of the circumstances, he was giving a two week recess,” Dillon hurried to tell her.
“Okay.” Robyn pressed her index finger against her temple. “Everything’s in order at the office?”
“Yeah,” Georgie told her. “I rescheduled all your meetings.”
“They’re releasing me in two days,” Robyn told them. “Just a little gunshot to the arm and one to the leg. No big deal.”
Kyle snorted in the doorway. “No. No big deal at all.”
Georgie twisted and glared at the other teen out of habit. “I still can’t believe she’s related to you.”
Kyle ignored her and joined them at his aunt’s bedside. “You know, my mother warned you,” he said lightly. “But you were determined to work for Sonny.”
Robyn shrugged. “What can I say? I love a challenge. Sorry about your birthday party.”
Kyle shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, but…uh…could you not tell my parents that I had it? I’m kind of…grounded.”
Georgie couldn’t suppress a grin. “Good. You deserve it.”
“Why don’t the two of you go home?” Robyn suggested. “You’re officially on vacation until I’m out of the hospital.”
“He doesn’t even work for you,” Georgie said, exasperated.
“He does so,” Robyn protested. “He’s just not on salary. He’s a volunteer.”
Dillon scowled. “I should get paid. I do a lot of stapling.”
Georgie rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm to lead him to the door. “Well, I keep telling you to go home…”
The argument faded as the two walked down the hall and Kyle shook his head. “Those two are demented.”
“They’re entertaining though.” Robyn shifted in the bed. “So, how do you know Georgie? She seems to have a stellar opinion of you.”
Kyle sat in one of the two hospital chairs. “I sort of dated her sister, Maxie, before I went and screwed up.”
“Oh, yeah?” Robyn asked. “How’d you do that?”
“I sort of…hid a web cam in my room and broadcasted…us…together,” Kyle said reluctantly.
Robyn raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really? I’d say that was pretty stupid.”
“Yeah, well, she won’t talk to me anymore.”
“If I were her, I would have made impossible for you to have children.” Robyn shook her head. “How do you get away with things like that?”
Kyle shrugged. “My parents don’t pay attention to me. I pretty much get to do whatever I want.”
Robyn scowled. “So what exotic country did Caroline and Greg take off to this time?”
“They’re in London for a week,” Kyle reported. “They left this morning. Mom was going to come by, but Dad kind of hurried her along.”
“Yeah.” Robyn studied her nephew. “Did your sister get that student scholarship program to Russia?”
Kyle nodded. “Yeah. She leaves tomorrow and then it’s just me for the rest of the week. I think Mom and Dad are going to Italy for August. Why?”
“So you’re basically going to be in that house by yourself for the entire summer?” Robyn asked incredulously. “You’re barely eighteen. You’re not responsible enough for that.”
Kyle scowled. “I am, too.”
“How many parties have you had?”
“One every night,” Kyle admitted. “But we’re celebrating my graduation.”
“Yeah, okay.” Robyn rolled her eyes. “Well, that settles it.”
“What settles what?” Kyle asked, suspiciously.
“I’m going to suggest to your parents that you stay with me while they’re gone.”
“Aww…Aunt Robyn,” Kyle groaned. “Come on. You used to be cool.”
“If you’re producing and starring in your own porn movies, I think you need some supervision,” Robyn remarked.
“They’re not porn,” Kyle muttered. “It’s not like I made any money off them.”
“Yeah…that makes it so much better.”
Elizabeth picked at her plate of French fries. “I just can’t believe it,” she said softly. “It seems so…unreal.”
Lucky nodded. “Yeah. I mean, one minute you’re insulting the girl while she’s across the diner and the next, she’s dead. Really makes me want to apologize to the guy at Dad’s club that’s always picking at his teeth.”
She smirked. “You’re a real winner, you know that?” She sat forward, pushing her plate out of the way. “I’ve been thinking about this divorce settlement and I just don’t feel right about it.”
“You’re getting a lot of money and a free house and you’re getting rid of the jackass while you’re at it,” Lucky said. “What’s not to feel right about?”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s not about that, Lucky. I just…I want him out of my life and having to receive alimony and living in a house he bought…I can’t do that. It just…it feels wrong.”
Lucky shrugged. “So don’t take it. Blackmail him. He did admit to you that he bribed Scott Baldwin not to call you. Tell him you’ll go to the cops unless he submits to your terms.”
“Yeah, so that I can be no better than him,” Elizabeth muttered. “No…there has to be some way to make him see reason.”
“Yeah. Blackmailing him would definitely make him see reason.”
“Lucky…” Elizabeth remarked, exasperated. She checked her watch. “You might want to clear out of here. Jessica Mitchell’s coming by and I know you despise her.”
“She’s a bloodsucker,” Lucky muttered.
“Gee, thanks, I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me,” Jessica remarked from behind him. Lucky yelped and jumped a little.
Jessica grinned and sat down. “You make it so easy.”
Lucky scowled. “I’m out of here. I’m gonna go meet Nikolas and Emily. You wanna come over to the island after you’re done here?”
“Go to Wyndemere?” Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “No way.”
“Thought so.” He stood and kissed her on the forehead. “See ya later.”
“So, how do you two know each other?” Jessica asked after Lucky was gone.
“We grew up together–almost got married before we realized what a mistake that would have been,” Elizabeth told her, deliberately glossing over their history.
“First loves–you’re lucky it turned into a friendship. I still don’t talk to my first boyfriend.” Jessica grimaced. “Ass.”
“Lucky’s my rock,” Elizabeth said simply. “Always has been, even before we ever got together. He, Emily and Nikolas, they’re my safe place. I know that I can always count on them.”
Jessica smiled. “Sounds perfect.” She hesitated. “So, how does Jason Morgan fit into this? And Sonny Corinthos?”
“A few years ago, I was in a bad place. Lucky had been kidnapped and we all thought he was dead,” Elizabeth began. “It was so horrible for me…for all of us. I was devastated but I tried to hide it, tried to pretend I was okay. You know, because if I were okay, everyone else felt like it okay to be okay…to move on. So I was trapped…because…”
“You weren’t okay,” Jessica supplied softly.
“Yeah.” Elizabeth sighed. “Eventually the pressure got to me and it was at the point where I just wanted to feel something–anything. So I got all dressed up and went looking for trouble.” She smiled then–a tiny one. “I found Jason instead and for the first time in a long time, it was okay to be sad, to be upset that he was gone and to really mourn him. Jason was really there for me at a time when I felt really alone.”
“So your friendship with Sonny springs from there?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah. When Jason was out of town, I’d go to Sonny for news on him and we were close. Sonny was there at the fire the night Lucky died and he caught me when I almost collapsed.” Elizabeth frowned. “He blamed himself at first but I told him it wasn’t his fault–it was mine. I’d given Lucky the candles.”
“It’s kind of weird to hear you talk about Lucky dying when I just saw him leave,” Jessica said, with a chuckle to lighten the mood.
Elizabeth smiled. “Yeah. It was a miracle to get him back.”
“What makes you think Sonny is innocent?” Jessica asked.
“Because I know him,” Elizabeth remarked. “He couldn’t do this–even if he thought himself capable of it in a blind rage, he didn’t do it. I know that he’s innocent, I know it like I know my own name. And I’d give anything to stop this–for the real guilty party to be brought to justice.”
“And you believe this is Faith Roscoe?” Jessica asked.
Elizabeth nodded. “Without a doubt. She’s the one who called me about Sonny and Ric’s fight, she’s the one who was always by, trying to get me out of Ric’s life. She’s the one who admitted to planting a snake in my studio. She wanted Ric for herself–and she would definitely not be above pushing a pregnant woman down a flight of stairs.” She sighed. “But there’s no real evidence.”
Jessica tilted her head to the side. “She admitted to planting the snake. Who’d she say that to?”
“Ric, she told Ric when he asked her.” Elizabeth shrugged. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Jessica’s face lit up. “I think I have an idea.”
Carly cleared her throat. “Janine called, wanting the details. I didn’t think it would hurt for her to come.”
Mike Corbin nodded and accepted the cup of coffee that Sonny handed him. Sonny sat next to him on the couch. “Janine was her mother, she deserves to be there.”
Carly glanced towards the door. “He hasn’t come out since we got home from the hospital. I’m so worried about him.”
“He’ll be okay,” Sonny said after a moment. “He just needs time to process–he might even leave town for a little while, but one day, he’ll be okay.”
Carly sighed. “I don’t know, Sonny. I want to believe that, but…I know Jason. I know better.”
“You could call Emily,” Mike suggested. “She’s always been good to him–she might be able to get through.”
“That’s a good idea,” Sonny replied. “Carly, why don’t you go do that?”
“Sure,” Carly replied. She grabbed her purse. “I’m going to the hospital to see Robyn. She’s getting released in a few days and…” She shrugged. “She was the last person to talk to Courtney. I just wanted to know what she might have said.”
“Carly…” Sonny protested.
“I’ll be fine,” Carly swore. She kissed him on the cheek and exited the penthouse.
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