a fanfic by SonnyandAlexisGal
Chapter Three
“Hello?” she asks.
“It’s me,” comes Ned’s voice over the telephone line.
“Well, hello,” she says. “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” he answers. “Except that I missed you last night…”
“I missed you, too,” Kristina says. “But…Alexis needed me…”
“I’m sure she did,” Ned says. “…How is Sonny?”
“I don’t know. All I know is how he was when I left – still unconscious…”
“I don’t doubt it. Multiple gunshot wounds…He’s lucky to be alive – again…And how was Alexis?”
“Worrying herself sick,” Kristina answers. “She wouldn’t come home after Sonny came out of surgery and she wouldn’t let me stay there with her – not until I got some sleep.”
Ned laughs.
“That’s Alexis,” he says. “Taking care of everyone other than herself…”
“You’re right. I just hope that she doesn’t…”
Just then, she hears voices outside the door and a key in the lock.
“Hang on a minute, Ned,” she says before placing the receiver down on the desk. She steps over to the front door, twists open the knob, and pulls the door open, pulling Alexis in with it.
“Oops!” Alexis says, still holding onto the key in the lock.
“Alexis?” Kristina begins, “I was just on my way back to the hospital…”
“Kristina,” Luke greets.
“Mr. Spencer…”
“The name’s Luke,” he corrects. “Mr. Spencer makes me nervous…”
“Okay Luke,” Kristina says. “Alexis, how are you? I was just on my way back to the hospital. I take it that Sonny’s conscious…”
Alexis nods.
“He regained consciousness a little while ago,” she adds. “And Mike thought that it might be a good idea if I came home and got a little rest – but I’m going back to the hospital afterward…”
“She needs to get some sleep and something to eat,” Luke offers. “I’ll get outta here and leave you two alone…”
“You’re not coming in?” Alexis questions. “I can make coffee…”
“No,” Kristina interrupts. “She really can’t…”
“Ha ha,” Alexis says.
“Yeah,” Luke adds, “I’ve heard…No, thank you, darlin’. I’m on my way home. Got a good-lookin’ blonde waitin’ for me…”
Alexis and Kristina watch as he walks away toward the elevator.
“Luke?” Alexis calls out.
“What is it?”
“Thank you..."
He smiles as the elevator doors open.
“You’re welcome,” Luke calls before stepping into the elevator. “And get some rest!”
Alexis turns and walks into the apartment, followed by Kristina.
“Where did you run into him?” Kristina asks as she closes the door behind her.
“He came by the hospital when he…heard about Sonny…”
“Oh…Well, you look terrible…”
“Why is everybody saying that to me today?”
Kristina laughs.
“Because it’s true. You need to rest. Don’t forget – you have the baby to think about. You need to eat, too...”
“Eat what – for instance?” she asks - more of a hint than an actual question.
“I get it,” Kristina says. “How does French toast sound?”
“Sprinkled with powdered sugar and cinnamon?”
“Yes – whatever you like.”
“I think we’d like that,” Alexis says as she sits on the sofa.
“Well then, why don’t you put your feet up or something and I’ll go make your breakfast?”
“Thank you, Kristina.”
“Anything for my big sister!” she exclaims and dashes off to the kitchen to make breakfast for her sister.
Alexis sits on the sofa and inhales deeply. She exhales and looks around, relishing the fact that she is back in her living room at long last, with Sonny on the mend.
At that moment, the baby inside of her shifts and she can feel the flutter in her belly.
“Now now, sweet pea,” she whispers as she gently rubs her stomach. “Everything’s going to be alright now. We’re back home and your Daddy is going to be alright…” She grabs a pillow and leans over to rest her head on it – only for a moment.
“Everthing’s going to be alright,” she whispers as her eyes close involuntarily. “I promise…”
“Alexis,” Kristina begins as she comes back into the living room from the kitchen, “how about…” She stops when she sees Alexis on the sofa, obviously asleep. “Alexis?”
Kristina smiles when there is no response. She’s happy that Alexis has finally relaxed enough to drop off to sleep. She knows that Alexis needs to eat – for the sake of the baby she’s carrying as well as for herself. But she reassures herself that maybe getting some sleep is more important right now.
She turns to head back into the kitchen when her eye catches sight of the telephone receiver – still on the desk.
She rushes over to pick it up.
“Ned?” she says softly.
“I’m still here…”
“Sorry. She’s finally asleep. I think I’ll hang here for awhile…”
“I understand,” Ned says. “Oh and…tell Alexis that I’m…glad that Sonny’s alright…”
“I will,” Kristina says. “…Thank you, Ned…”
“You’re welcome,” he says. “Now you go take care of Alexis and…I’ll talk to you later.”
“I’ll call you,” she says.
Kristina hangs up the telephone receiver and stops to watch for a moment as Alexis sleeps soundly. She walks to the closet, turns the knob and opens it. She grabs a blanket from the top shelf and pulls it down to her. She holds the blanket in one hand and closes the closet door as gently as she can with the other.
She walks over to where Alexis lies on the sofa and drapes the blanket over her. She bends down and tenderly kisses her sister’s forehead.
Then she quietly creeps back up the stairs.
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Mike sits in the chair next to Sonny’s bed, soothed by the steady rhythm of the heart monitor that’s connected to Sonny as he sleeps - knowing that they're telling him that everything's progressing normally - that Sonny will be up and about before much longer.
He concentrates and tries to think of all the things that must be taken care of while Sonny's in the hospital. Carly and Michael come to mind. Sonny would want them to be looked after.
Mike stepped away just long enough to call Carly after Sonny regained consciousness - as promised. Her voice sounded worried and relieved at the same time - something Mike could relate to. He only hopes that she remains calm enough and rational enough to recognize the fact that her presence at the hospital will only make things more difficult for everyone involved. She has to understand that no matter how much she may still love Sonny, Alexis is the woman that Sonny loves now…
Mike is startled out of his thoughts by Sonny waking abruptly.
“Sonny,” he manages, “…are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he dismisses as he squirms, suppressing the nauseated feeling that plagues him. “What time is it?”
“A little after nine,” Mike answers cautiously as he listens to the accelerated pace of the beeps coming from the heart machine that’s still hooked up to Sonny. He notices the perspiration on Sonny’s face. “Are you…sure you’re alright?”
“Mike…”
“Hey look,” Mike interrupts, “I’m only asking because you seem…a little agitated…”
“Yeah well, I don’t need you watchin’ over me…
“Alright, alright,” Mike says. “Take it easy. Forget I ever said anything…”
“Max!” Sonny calls with as much volume as he can manage, winding himself with the effort.
After a second or two, Max appears at the door to the recovery room and comes over to stand next to Mike at Sonny’s bedside.
“Yeah, Boss?”
“You put somebody on Alexis?” he demands as he tries to catch his breath.
“Just like you said.”
“Who?”
“Chuck,” Max answers. “He followed Spencer and Miss Davis to her place.”
“Chuck?” Sonny repeats, clearly displeased. He props himself up on an elbow and leans toward Max. “Okay, your grandmother could get away from Chuck. That’s not what he does. I want somebody who knows what they’re doin’.”
“How about Pete?”
“No!” he insists loudly. “I’ll tell you what. Where’s Francis?”
“He went home a little while ago,” Max answers. “Both of us have been here all night. We figured I’d take the early shift and he’d take the later one…”
“Well, you call him and tell him to get himself over to Alexis’. Get Chuck or Pete and you, you know, put ‘em in front of the hospital or at the elevators or somethin’ – whatever…but you tell Francis that I don’t want Alexis makin’ a move without protection…”
Suddenly Sonny winces deeply, closing his eyes and squeezing them tight shut as a searing pain rips through his chest, causing his heart monitor to fill the air with rapid, high-pitched beeps.
Mike stands up from the chair.
“Sonny?” he asks, his fear accelerating as rapidly as the beeps from the heart monitor.
Sonny drops back down onto the bed, his head against the pillow behind him - his eyes closed as the quick beeps continue their frightening urgency.
“Oh my God!” Mike exclaims. “Go get help!”
Max rushes out of the room and in the direction of the nurses’ station as Mike stands guard over his unconscious son, listening to those horrible sounds and knowing what they mean – that Sonny’s in trouble once again.
“Sonny, hang on – you hear me?” he begs. “Don’t you give up! You’ve made it back this far…You can’t let go now!”