| Chapter 9
The hardest part of all of this was explaining to Emma why Dillon was in the hospital and couldn't come home. Her youth and innocence prevented her from grasping the concept that Dillon was really hurt, because she didn't know the difference between being shot and having a boo boo. I had hoped that Dillon would wake up and it wouldn't take that long for him to be released, then I wouldn't have to explain all of this to her, but it had already been a week and I couldn't dodge her questions anymore. I went to Maxie and Kyle's for a couple hours in the morning to see Emma and try to get some sleep, but it seemed impossible, and so I did my best to explain to Emma that Dillon had been shot and that he was still 'sleeping'. She wanted to see him and after deliberating whether it would be a good idea or not, I got her ready and we headed to the hospital. When we got to his room and I opened the door and saw Lorenzo sitting beside Dillon's bed while Bobbie checked his stats, neither talking to each other, but both concenered all the same. Emma jerked her hand out of mine and ran over to the bed, jumping up on to the chair beside Lorenzo and then onto the bed, not even paying attention to Lorenzo, as if her wasn't even there. Too worried about her daddy to care. She crawled up to Dillon and sat beside him with her legs tucked under her. "Babygirl, you can't be up on the bed. You might accidentily hurt daddy." I said as I walked over and tried to pick her up but she grabbed onto Dillon's arm. "No." She wimpered as she clutched onto him, like he was her last remaining lifeline in the world. "Don't do this, babygirl. Please!" I said as tears filled my eyes. I stopped trying to pull her away, fearing that she would get upset. She pulled her legs from underneath of her and laid down beside Dillon, just staring at him. "Georgie, it's ok. They got the bullet out in sugery. She isn't going to hurt anything, he is pretty much just sleeping." Bobbie said as she patted my arm before leaving. I looked over to where Lorenzo was sitting and he smiled at me, but his smile was empty. His eyes were empty. "I went to my sisters to try and get some sleep, but I couldn't." For some reason I felt like I had to explain why I wasn't there when he had arrived. "That's perfectly understandable." He said as he watched Emma as she laid there talking to Dillon, telling him about Maxie and how she was about ready to have the babies, and how she helps Kyle take care of her. She just kept on talking, not paying attention to the fact that Dillon wasn't answering her or responding in any way. "He can hear every word she is saying." Lorenzo said as he smiled down at Emma, his granddaughter. "Yea, Uncle Tony has been telling me to talk to him. He says it'll be good for us both." I said as I sat down, completely exhausted, but unable to rest. Everytime I would fall asleep I would wake up in a panic thinking that Dillon had come to and I wasn't right by his side. I expected Lorenzo to visit frequently, but as the time went on, I figured he would stop by less and less. Of course, I was wrong. He came by just as much, if not more. Everytime he came he looked more and more sad and distraught. He looked as though everytime he saw Dillon he would realize more and more how much he had missed as the realization that Dillon was his son sunk further and further into him. At that moment he was slouched in the chair with his head resting on his hand, and looked very tired. He had on one of his signature designer, hand-tailored suits made of material that probably came from Italy or some other country, but he looked unkept. He had went from a five o'clock shadow to a scruffy beard. Tracy hadn't came back by since she told Lorenzo that he was Dillon's father, but she called three or four times a day. She always had an excuse for why she couldn't stop by but I knew she couldn't face Lorenzo. As much as I wanted to I couldn't really blame her. Lorenzo would never hurt or harm any woman, but he wasn't exactly someone that you wanted to keep secrets from and have mad at you. Lorenzo stayed for a little while longer, and even talked to Emma once she acknowledged that fact that someone else was in the room, but he left promising to be back in the morning, first thing. It's now one in the morning and again I can't go to sleep. Kyle had hooked up a VCR and DVD player into the room a couple days ago but I had since watched every movie, paying little attention to anything other than Dillon. Emma still refused to leave the bed and go back to Maxies, and was asleep on the bed next to Dillon. I felt so helpless to Emma. All she wanted was for her daddy to wake up and be better. I was still holding Dillon's hand, afraid to let go, running my fingers through Emma's hair with my other hand and listening to the soft breathing of her and Dillon. They both looked so peaceful and content. I was snapped out of my thoughts, though, when I felt Dillon's fingers tightening around mine. I jerked my head up and saw him staring down at me. "Dillon, oh my gosh. Hold on, I am going to go get a doctor." I said, but he held onto my hand tightly and shook his head. "Don't, just stay here. What happened?" He asked, his voice was scratchy and husky from his lack of talking over the past week and his constant sleeping. "You don't remember?" I asked in shock. Dillon shook his head and tried to sit up but winced in pain and eased himself back onto the bed, noticing Emma and trying not to disturb her. "What do you remember?" "I remember us fighting and then we were in the gazebo in the park." He said. I carefully untangled Emma's arms with Dillon's, picked her up and laid her onto the pull-out that Bobbie had brought in for me. I went back over to his bed and after much protesting from my end, maneuvered the bed so Dillon could sit up. "So what happened, and why am I in here?" He asked once he was situated, but I could tell he was in a lot of pain. Then again he was going to be whether he sat up or laid down. "You were shot. We were in the gazebo and someone in the bushes shot you. I didn't see who it was but..." "Were you hurt?" He asked alarmed as his eyes darted over me trying to look for bandages or anything to indicate that I had been shot or hurt as well. "Dillon I am fine, you were the one that was shot." I asked amazed that he was worried about me. "Yea, but you could have been hurt too. You're sure you're fine?" He asked with concern in his voice. "I'm sure, Dillon you are the one that is hurt, not me." "Well that would explain why I can't move." He said with a wave of his hand. "What?" Fear took over my whole body. Was he paralized? "Can you feel this?" I asked as I reached down and squeezed his foot through the blanket. "Yea, why?" He said as I let out a sigh of relief. "When you said you couldn't move I thought it was because you were paralized or something. The bullet just missed your right lung and your spine. I thought maybe they missed something." I said relieved. "No, I just meant that it hurt to much to move. How long have I been out?" He asked looking for a calender or something to tell him the date. "A week." I said as his eyes widdened. "Are you kidding me?" He asked in shock. "No, it's been a week. It seems like it was forever ago, because so much has happened since then." I said "Like what?" He asked. "Well, your mom flew in the morning after it happened. She is still in PC too, actually I should call her." I said as I reached for the phone but Dillon stopped me. "Listen, I don't want you to tell the doctors, or my mom, or anyone that I am awake because as soon as you do, they will huddle around me and right now I just want to be with you. So what else happened?" He said as he squeezed my hands. "Your mom had some pretty big news concerning you, but it isn't my place to tell you. I'll let her tell you. And then..." "What do you mean it isn't your place? Georgie, anything that concerns me, concerns you and vise-versa. Tell me what she said. Please, because if it is as big as you say it is, it'll probably be better that you tell me so I don't get angry as all hell. Besides, I know she usually has some pretty big bombshells for everyone, but it can't be anything that big, or she would have told me." He said confidently. It killed me that I was about to tell him something that would forever change his life. "Are you sure you want me to tell you and not her?" "Yes!" "Ok, when she came the day after you were shot, Uncle Tony said that we all needed to get tested to see if any of us matched your blood type or bone marrow, because you had lost a lot of blood. He told your mom that she needed to get ahold of Paul, or have the hospital do it because he could be a match for you because he was your dad." I said as I paused for a second, and he nodded for me to continue. "Anyways, Uncle Tony offered to have the hospital call Paul if Tracy didn't think she could, but she said that calling him wouldn't be necessary." I said as Dillon's eye brows furrowed together in confusion. "Why wouldn't she want them to call him?" He asked as he tried to sit up further but the pain was too much. "I mean, he's my dad and he could've been the only one that could help me if I needed it and no one else matched. I know my mom can be pretty cold but she wouldn't do that to me." "That is what I am getting at." I said as I laced my fingers in his and sat on the side of the bed. This was harder than I thought. "Paul isn't your father." "WHAT?" He shouted, but quickly looked over at Emma to see if she woke up. She was still fast asleep. "That isn't possible." "Dillon, don't get worked up. You might put your body into shock. See I knew, I shouldn't have been the one to tell you. I'm such an idiot for bringing this up this soon. This was none of my business." I said as I went to get up off the bed but he held onto my hand. "Wait, wait. I'll try to stay as calm as possible but come on. What do you mean he isn't my father? If he isn't, then who is?" "Lorenzo ALcazar." "You're joking right?" He said with a smile on his face like it was a huge joke that everyone was in on. "Of course I am not joking, are you crazy?" "How in the hell is Lorenzo Alcazar my father?" He asked confused. "Lorenzo came by the morning after you were shot because one of his men told him about what happened to you and he came by to give his condolences. Anyways, your mom had just finished telling me that Lorenzo was your father and she told him that he needed to be tested." "Did he know I was his son this whole time?" He asked angrily, but tried to calm down. "No, Tracy said that after her and Paul had gotten married she was in South America on business and they pretty much had a one night stand and never saw each other again. She found out she was pregnant shortly after and told everyone you were Paul's son. She said that she did it because if Paul found out she cheated on him it would have given him a good reason to divorce her, plus she hoped that she could use you as leverage to keep him and make sure they stayed married." "This is....I can't believe this." He said as he ran his hand over his face. "I know, me either." "What did Lorenzo say?" "Yea she told him that he could get a DNA test ran, but that there was no possible doubt. He took the tests and it came back a few days later, positive." "What did he do?" He asked curiously. "He has been here about three or four times a day. Infact he just left here about a hour or two ago, but he said he would be back in the morning. I promised him I would call if you woke up." I said as I stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of the dark blue yoga pants I was wearing. They were the only pajama pants I had that I could wear in public without people looking at me like I was crazy. Dillon sat there while I went and got Uncle Tony who was still on duty. Then I called Tracy who said she and the rest of the family would be right over. I also called Lorenzo, but he and I both agreed that it would be best for everyone if he waited to come when the Quartermaines were gone, so I promised to call as soon as they left. Tracy and Ned got to the hospital first and I gave them their privacy with Dillon and called Maxie and Kyle, feeling terrible for waking Maxie up. Ned said that they would be with Dillon for a while, and if I wanted to go somewhere for a little while he would call me before they left. So I went back to Maxie's with Emma who was still asleep and for the first time in a few weeks, slept like a baby. Kyle and Maxie offered to watch Emma for me the next day, and when I got to Dillon's room, Lorenzo was in there laughing with Dillon about something. "Ah Ms. Jones, we were just talking about you." Lorenzo said as he stood up and then offered me his chair. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing, and please, call me Georgie. Ms. Jones sounds like my mother." I said as I leaned over and hugged Dillon as he kissed my cheek softly. "Well Georgie, it was definatly a good thing. Dillon was just telling me about the Halloween when you two dressed up as Lucy and Ricky. You two, certainly seem to have fun together." Lorenzo said as he casually leaned against the table by the bed. "What can I say, I'm a big I Love Lucy fan. Don't ask how, but we got Edward to dress up as Fred and Emily was Ethel. It was so funny because Dillon kept sluring his words in a thick spanish accent and he kept saying things like manuer instead of maneuver. My stomach hurt for days after because I was laughing so hard." I said as I remembered the Ball and how much fun it was. "Lucy, you got some splainin to do." Dillon yelled across the room to me as he walked towards me shaking his finger at me like I did something wrong. "We won second place to Jason, who was Lurch. It was so funny because it was a complete slap-in-the-face to Scotty Baldwin because he was always calling Jason Lurch for working for Sonny. Everytime someone would say Jason's name he would come out of nowhere and say 'You rang' in a deep, thick voice. Seriously if he wouldn't have won it would have been a crime, it was great!!" I said laughing. Sonny and Carly had gone through some hard times I guess and with Jason getting back with Liz, he realized that the mob wasn't as important to him, so he quit working for Sonny and actually opened up his own motorcycle shop. He really did love working for himself and was a completely different person now. "I would have loved to see that!" Lorenzo said smiling widely. This was the first time in the last week I had actually seen him look somewhat happy. |