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Nikolas walked down the halls of
GH looking for something to do when he heard
a scream. "Noooo!!!
Save him! Save him!" It was Bobbie. Did something
happen to Lucas? Nikolas
ran to where the screams came from and saw Lucky
being wheeled in. Nikolas
froze and took in his brother. He was pale and his
chest was rising and falling very
rapidly. His eyes were open, but they were
glossy and they kept moving around.
"What happened to him? Is he ok?" "He's
OD'ed on some drug and his blood
alcohol level is to the roof. We need to pump
his stomach." The doctor
on call pointed the paramedics into trauma one and
they pushed Lucky in. Nikolas
walked towards the room and looked through the
window. "I have to
tell Liz..." He stammered to Bobbie who had joined him.
"They found him in Jake's Bar."
Bobbie said just as Nikolas was walking away.
"Jakes?" "Yes. He had
his boxers on when they found him and he was lying in
his own vomit." Nikolas grimiced
and looked at Bobbie. "I'll go tell Liz so
she can get here." Bobbie
nodded. "Call Luke and Laura too." She whispered.
Nikolas walked over to the phone
and started to dial. "Hello?" Came a sweet
voice from the other side.
"Liz? This is Nikolas." "Oh hi Nikolas, Lucky
isn't here..." "I know he
isn't. Liz, he was just brought into GH." He
heard a gasp. "For what?
Is he ok?" "They said he overdosed on some kind of
drug..." "But Lucky doesn't
take drugs!" "I know, but they also said that he
has alot of alcohol in his system."
"Lucky doesn't drink either." "No he
doesn't. Not unless he is
coaxed into it." "What are you saying, Nikolas?"
Nikolas swallowed, how was he going
to say this? "Liz...when he came in, he
was practically naked. I
mean, his boxers were on. That's it." "And?"
"They found woman's clothes in
the room, too." Liz choked on those words.
Woman's clothes? What was
he saying, that Lucky cheated on her? That he got
drunk and high and had sex with
some woman? "I'll be right there." Liz
stammered into the phone and hung
up. Nikolas sighed and hung up the phone.
He glanced over to the room Lucky
was in, then looked back at the phone. He
dialed a number. "Hello?"
"Laura? This is Nikolas. I think you should come
to GH." "Why? Are you
ok?" "I'm fine....but Lucky isn't."
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Everything was going in slow motion.
He could see doctors over him, talking.
But he couldn't hear the words.
He felt horrible. His body ached and he felt
sick. But what was bothering
him the most was memories. That woman touching
him and kissing him. He closed
his eyes, but that only made the thoughts
stronger. He could see the
woman's sickening smile. She raised her glass up
to his and he raised his glass
up to hers. 'What did I do? Get drunk? Oh my
god.' He opened his eyes
and spotted what looked like his Aunt Bobbie
outside. 'Help me, Aunt Bobbie.
Tell me it was all a dream. Please.' Those
were his last thoughts before he
lost contact with the world.
"Truth"
Liz ran into GH and looked around
her. Nikolas was on the phone, his face
red. He shouted a few times
then turned so his back was facing her. Bobbie
was plastered to a window and had
a sad look on her face. Liz rushed towards
Bobbie. "Bobbie, what's going
on....." She drifted off as she looked through
the window and saw Lucky.
"Oh my gosh..." She whispered as she took him in.
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"Listen to me Laura." Nikolas
said, grasping onto the phone cord. "Come to
the hospital." Nikolas' patience
was wearing out. He listened to Laura's
voice for too long. First
the shocked 'squeal', then the angry 'yell' then
the hysterical 'cry'. He
sighed and tried again. "Laura.....is Luke there?"
He heard nothing for a moment and
thought she hung up. "Good." He mumbled.
"Good what, boy?" Said a
voice over the phone. Luke. Nikolas closed his
eyes. "What did you say to
my wife you Cassadine bat?" "I just told...."
"And it better be something that
I want to hear, because if you made my wife
upset for no reason, I'm going
to go down to Spook Island and.." "Lucky's in
the hospital." Nikolas said,
cutting Luke off. Nikolas waited for Luke's
response, but just got a click
from the phone.
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A doctor came out of Lucky's room
and Liz barraled him down. "What's going
on? Is he ok?" She
demanded. The doctor wiped his brow and removed his
glasses. "Who are you?"
He asked the girl. "Doctor, answer her." Bobbie
piped up. "Yes...of course.
It seems as though Mr. Spencer consumed a
little too much alcohol.
Along with a drug." "What kind of drug?"
"Midazolam." Bobbie gasped.
Liz looked from the doctor to Bobbie. "What the
hell is that?" "It's used
mostly for date rape..." Bobbie choked out. Liz
froze. Date rape? She
walked over to the window again and watch Lucky toss
in his sleep. She could only
imgaine what he was dreaming about.
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Lucky tossed once again in his sleep.
He thrusted his head back, trying to
get her hands away from him.
"No..." He whispered, and tried to get up. He
couldn't. She ran her hands
over his body again and he cringed. "Stop it,
please." He pleaded.
No answer. Lucky bolted up from his sleep, sweating
and breathing hard. He felt
sick and laid back down. He put his hands up to
his face and drew his knees up
to his chest. He rocked back and forth a few
times untill he felt calmer, then
cried himself back to sleep.
"Father's Eyes"
Luke ran his fingers through his
hair one more time before standing up. He
had just spent the whole night
at the hospital, waiting to see Lucky. He
glanced to the left, and was glad
to see it clear. He took a breath and
glanced to the right. Nobody.
Good. He crossed the hall cautiously and
slipped into the room.
The beeping of the machine startled
Luke as he walked farther in. He couldn't
make out his son in the dark, but
he knew he was there. He knew he needed
him. Because he knew what
happened. Luke's face contorted in anger as he
pictured that woman. The
anger faded away when he finally caught a glimpse of
his son.
Lucky stayed still. He was
to exhausted to move, for one, and he didn't want
to talk to whoever entered.
He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone.
To sort his thoughts out.
To drown everything that was unwanted out of his
mind.
His eyes flinched slightly as he
felt someone take his hand. He sucked in a
tight breath and squeezed his eyes
shut tighter. That woman. She was back.
His hand started to shake violently
and he retracted it back from the figure
leaning over him. He opened
his eyes and stared, unfocused at whatever was in
front of him.
"No." His voice came out as
a whisper first, then picked up volume. "No!
Not again." He moved over to the
edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around
his knees. He closed his
eyes again to keep the tears from falling, but was
too late.
Luke watched his son bolt to the
other side of the bed and watched with
sadness in his eyes. "Lucky,"
he said, in a calm voice. "Lucky, it's just
me. It's Luke, your father.
I'm not going to hurt you." Lucky didn't
respond and Luke took this as a
good sign. He sat down on the bed and faced
Lucky.
"Lucky, it's ok." It wasn't
ok. It would never be ok. Lucky looked over at
his father and silently pleaded
with his eyes for him to leave. Leave him
alone. But his father didn't
get the message. "Go." Luke heard the muffled
reply from his son and got off
the bed. "Lucky..." "Go. Please." "Let me
help you...." "GO!"
His voice had that familiar rage in it, and Luke decided
now was a good time to leave.
"I'm going. I'm going." Luke walked to the
door and took a final look at his
son, then walked out.
Lucky watched the door closed and
resolved into tears for the second time that
day.