Chapter Nineteen

When Mac entered the room, he saw Faith Roscoe on the floor, Lorenzo Alcazar holding her down with a knee in her back and a gun to her head. Jason Morgan was also standing over her, his own gun aimed at her head. Sonny Corinthos, one of his guards, Max, and other men who apparently worked for Lorenzo Alcazar had rounded up the remainder of Faith’s accomplices and disarmed them.

“About damn time you got here,” Edward Quartermaine grumbled loudly. He was still slightly shaken by the events of the evening, and none too happy that he and his family had to rely on a bunch of local mobsters for his very safety.

Mac rolled his eyes and signaled for his men to disperse around the room to make the various arrests and still others to take statements from the patrons. He also had the paramedics come down to tend to the injured.

As Lucky Spencer and another officer were pulling Faith up from the floor, her wrists cuffed behind her back, the woman sneered at Morgan and Alcazar. Before anyone could stop her, she kicked out with her spike-heeled foot and caught Lorenzo Alcazar right where he had been shot. Mac watched in awe as Jason Morgan’s hand shot out and grasped the woman by the throat. He had never seen anyone move that fast before. And the fact that he seemed to be defending Lorenzo Alcazar against this woman was a shock in itself. It took Justus Ward and two officers to detach the man from her so she could be taken away. Two paramedics rushed over to Alcazar, who was on the verge of losing consciousness again.


Diego and Skye ran to Lorenzo as soon as they could, both moving from the officers who were trying to question them.

“Pop! You’ll be okay,” Diego insisted as he dropped to his father’s side.

Lorenzo nodded, trying to stay awake and aware. He had lost a lot of blood and should not even be conscious at that moment. “Jessica?” he asked, his eyes going to Jason. Lorenzo did not remember seeing her anywhere after this all started.

“She’s in the back office,” said Jason. “Locked in with a gun.”

Lorenzo nodded again, knowing that if Jessica was armed, it was whoever walked into that room that would be at risk.

The paramedics worked quickly to stabilize Lorenzo so that they could move him. An oxygen mask was slipped over his face and an IV was inserted. Before his eyes closed, Lorenzo looked up and saw Skye standing just behind the paramedics. He could see relief, fear, worry and anger play across her face and glitter in her emerald eyes. He smiled slightly and kept his eyes on her until they lifted him to the stretcher and wheeled him out of the club.


Gripping the gun tightly, Jessica tensed when she heard a knock on the door, but then sighed in relief when she heard Jason’s voice.

“Jess, it’s me. Open the door.”

Scooting out from under the desk, Jessica used the piece of furniture to pull herself up and slowly moved toward the door. She kept a tight grip on the gun though. Jessica was no fool. For all she knew, Jason was being forced to come back to the office by Faith.

Finally making it to the door, Jessica carefully slid the lock back and cracked it open. “Jason?” she asked, using her body to brace the door to keep it from being pushed open forcefully.

Seeing Jason on the other side and no Faith in sight, Jessica opened the door and threw herself into Jason’s arms in relief. “Oh my God Jason, I was so scared! What happened?” she asked, looking up at him. Then she saw the gash on his temple. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine Jess, really,” Jason said gently. “Are you okay? What about the baby?”

“We’re fine, a little cramped, but fine,” she said, but knew that Jason would insist on taking her to GH to get checked out.

“Come on, we need to make a quick statement to Mac and then we’re going to GH,” Jason explained.

Jessica walked with Jason out to the main room. Most of the people had already left after talking to the police and being checked by the paramedics. Jessica looked around. She saw a few of the Quartermaines still remaining as well as Carly and Sonny. But she didn’t see her father, Skye, or Diego anywhere.

“Jason, where’s my father?” she asked, looking up at him. “I know he was here before the shooting started.”

Jason took a deep breath and let it out before answering. “Jessica, Lorenzo was shot in the attack.”

Jessica’s eyes widened. “Is he okay?” she asked.

“He was still conscious when they took him to GH. Monica and Alan went with him. So did Skye and Diego.”

“I need to be there Jason. How bad was it?” Jessica was scared. Sure, she and her father had been clashing a lot lately, but he was her father and the grandfather of her daughter. She didn’t want to lose him. Not to Faith Roscoe.

Jason nodded. He found Mac and told him that the statement would have to wait. Mac nodded in understanding and let them go.


Skye was pacing back and forth in the waiting area. She and Diego had left The Cellar as quickly as they could after giving their statements. When they arrived, they had been informed that Lorenzo had lost consciousness on the way over and had been rushed into surgery to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding.

“Skye, he’s going to be fine,” said Diego, sounding more confident than he felt. He had seen how pale his father was and how dull his eyes had become while Faith kept them hostage. Where he had gotten the strength to bring Faith down, Diego had no idea, but what he did know was that he didn’t want to lose his father. Not so soon after finding him.

“Why isn’t anyone telling us anything?” Skye asked her arms wrapped around herself as she paced. She couldn’t remember being more scared before. Lorenzo had protected her when the bullets started flying. Then he had saved them all when he caught Faith off guard. He couldn’t die. Skye was not going to give up the man she loved.


“You’re blood pressure is up Jessica, but after the events of this evening, I’m not surprised,” said Dr. Meadows as she checked Jessica’s vitals. “I want to do a sonogram to check on the baby and run a couple of tests.”

Jessica nodded. She was anxious to find out about her father, but she also knew he would want her to make sure she and the baby were okay first.

Dr. Meadows left to get everything set up and Jason came in. Jessica was relieved to see that he had his head checked and bandaged. “Have you heard anything?” she asked.

Jason shook his head, grateful that Emily had forced him to take something for the headache that had started. “He’s still in surgery.”

Jessica closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pillows. “You were out there Jason, how bad was it?”

Sitting on the stool by the bed, Jason took Jessica’s hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb over her wrist. “The bullet caught him in his upper abdomen. He was losing a lot of blood.” Jason stopped a moment, but Jessica opened her eyes and he saw the pleading in them. She needed to know everything. Shifting his eyes momentarily, Jason checked her pulse and heart rate and then those of his daughter on the fetal monitor. Jason was not going to put either of them in distress to satisfy Jessica’s need to know what was happening with Alcazar even if the man was her father.

“Jason please. I promise not to get too overexcited, but I need to know. Please.”

Nodding, Jason continued. “Faith was standing near him while she and Carly were threatening each other. She assumed he was unconscious and not a concern. When I came to, I made eye contact with Diego and we both saw Alcazar moving his fingers and I saw him open his eyes. No one else, including Faith, noticed. With the amount of blood he was losing, he should not have been able to move as fast as he did.” Jason shook his head as he remembered what he had witnessed. “He was able to pull Faith to the floor and disarm her. When the cops arrived and got her up, Faith kicked him where he had been shot.”

Jessica took in everything Jason said. Her father, Lorenzo Alcazar – international arms dealer – had saved a room full of people – people who did not like him, some of who even despised him – at the possible expense of his own life.


“I need suction!” Monica yelled as more blood poured into the site. She was trying to locate the bullet, but it was not easy. “What’s the pressure?”

“It’s dropping!” one of the nurses reported. “He’s going into shock!”

“Damnit! I can’t find the bullet!” Monica said as yet more blood was cleared out of the area. Then she saw it. It had lodged itself in the lower left quadrant of his right lung. Getting a hold of it with the long tweezers like instrument she held, Monica was able to pull it out and drop it into the silver pan another nurse was holding for her. “Alright, let’s get this bleeding stopped.”

It took another hour and a half to clamp off all the bleeding sites and get Lorenzo stable. He was then moved to the ICU. Monica pulled off her scrubs and washed her hands before heading out to the waiting area to give his family the news of his condition.


Skye and Diego jumped to their feet when they saw Monica. The woman looked tired and shaken from what had happened that evening.

“Monica, how is he?” Skye asked her eyes wide as she braced herself to hear the worst. She felt Diego put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

“We were able to remove the bullet, which had lodged itself in his right lung. The bleeding took a lot longer to stop but we were finally able to get it under control. He’s stabilized now, but not out of the woods by a long shot. He’s in ICU,” Monica concluded wearily.

“But he’ll be alright, won’t he?” asked Skye nervously. “You said he lost a lot of blood, does he need more. I can donate.” Skye could hear she was babbling, but she couldn’t help it.

Monica put up her hands to stop Skye’s ramblings. “It’s already been taken care of. Diego, a couple of Lorenzo’s guards and Jason all donated already.”

“Jason?” Skye asked in surprise.

“Yeah, well, Jessica couldn’t due to being pregnant and my blood type matched,” said Jason as he joined the small group. Jessica had finally fallen asleep after Dr. Meadows assured them both that the baby was okay. The doctor was still concerned over the rise of Jessica’s blood pressure and had administered a light sedative to allow Jessica to rest. Before falling asleep though, Jessica had made Jason promise that he would find out how her father was and tell her when she woke up.

Skye smiled gratefully at her adoptive brother. “Thank you Jason,” she said. Turning back to Monica, she asked, “Can I see him?”

“Briefly,” said Monica. “And I have to prepare you. The bullet did damage to his right lung, causing it to collapse. We have him on a ventilator to assist in his breathing until it has healed. Due to the large amount of blood loss, he went into shock during the surgery, causing his heart to almost stop. We’re continuing to monitor this closely. We also have various IV’s set up to provide hydration and antibiotics to prevent the possibility of infection. He has not regained consciousness yet either.”

Skye nodded and followed Monica to Lorenzo’s room in ICU. “He will wake up, won’t he?” she asked. Skye looked through the window at Lorenzo’s motionless form lying on the bed. Various tubes and wires were attached to him and he looked so pale.

Monica sighed. “We can only wait and see. His body went through a lot of trauma in a short amount of time.”

Wiping at her tears, Skye turned to look at Diego. “You should go sit with him first,” she said with a small smile.

Diego had also been looking through the window. Seeing his father like this was hard. Ever since arriving in Port Charles and learning that Lorenzo Alcazar was his father, Diego looked up to the man and admired his strength, power and the amount of respect people showed him – whether they liked him or not. Sure, Diego had wanted nothing to do with him at first and had even held the man at gunpoint before learning the truth, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect him.

“No Skye, you go ahead,” Diego said. He wasn’t ready to go in there. Not yet.


As Jessica opened her eyes, she felt a presence in the room and turned her head. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” said Diego. “How are you feeling?”

“Rested,” she answered. “The sedative Dr. Meadows gave me helped a lot. I might ask for a take home sample,” Jessica added with a smile.

“I’m glad you and my niece are okay,” Diego said.

Jessica watched him. He was nervous. She could see the way he kept looking down at his hands or running them through his thick dark hair. “You can talk to me you know,” she said gently.

“You need to rest Jessica,” he said, standing up. “I should go.”

“Diego, please, stay. I know you’re worried, I am too. Jason went to check on Dad for me, but he hasn’t been back yet. Do you know what’s going on?” Jessica asked.

Diego nodded and sat back down. “Monica said he came through the surgery and they were able to remove the bullet, but he’s in critical condition from all the blood loss. He needed a transfusion. Monica also said that even though Dad had some of his own blood on supply, it wasn’t enough.”

Jessica nodded. “What did she do?” she asked.

“Well, I donated some blood. So did Juan, Marco and Carlos. So did Jason.”

“Jason? Jason Morgan donated blood to Dad? To save his life?” Jessica was shocked. She knew that Jason loved her and would do anything for her, but to save her father’s life?

“Yeah. He said that since you couldn’t do it – you know, because of being pregnant and all – and his blood type matched,” Diego shrugged as he explained, seeing the surprised expression on his sister’s face.

“Wow,” said Jessica. “I never would have thought . . .”

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” Diego said. “Look, I should let you get some rest. Skye’s in with Dad, so I’m going to check on her.” Diego stood and ran his hands through his hair again before walking out of the room.


Jason entered Jessica’s room quietly, not sure if she was still sleeping and not wanting to wake her if she was.

“Hi,” said Jessica when she saw him. “Where were you?”

“I needed to call Sonny and check in,” he said as he sat beside her. Then he saw the tears in her eyes. “Jessica, what is it? Is it the baby?”

Jessica shook her head and smiled at Jason’s obvious concern and worry. “No, I’m fine and so is the baby.”

“Than what is it? You’re obviously upset over something,” said Jason, taking Jessica’s hand in his and gently wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“I’m not upset Jason. I’m . . . I’m happy and grateful and so in love with you,” Jessica answered softly.

Jason’s eyebrow went up. “Really? And what did I do to deserve that?” he asked with a small smile playing on his lips.

Intertwining her fingers with his, Jessica looked up into Jason’s deep blue eyes. “What did you do? Jason, you risked your life to keep us safe,” she began, putting both of their hands over her belly. Taking a deep breath, she continued on. “And you saved the life of a man who has made our being together difficult. Why did you donate blood to my father Jason?”

Jason looked down at their hands a moment. “I did it because I know how much he means to you Jessica. He’s your family – our daughter’s grandfather – and he did something I never thought I would see Lorenzo Alcazar do. He put his life on the line to save a room full of people, most of whom would not have minded seeing him dead – admittedly, myself and Sonny among them.” Jason said, looking into her deep soulful eyes. “And I would do anything to keep you safe and make you happy Jessica; you should know that by now.”

“I do Jason. I do know that and I love you so much.”

Leaning in, Jason gently caught her lips with his, kissing her softly before pulling back. “Get some rest; I know your going to want to see your father soon.”

Jessica nodded. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?” she asked softly, her eyes already dropping as the sedative Dr. Meadows prescribed to help her relax and to bring her blood pressure down, took effect again.

“Always,” whispered Jason, keeping his hand in hers as he felt their daughter move around and start to settle down as well. Apparently the sedative was helping her to relax as well.

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