Written by A. Washington-Beeby
Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson
Gabi guides a drunk Nick through the door to the loft. They stumble in, with Nick's arm around her shoulder, though Gabi's the one lifting his wobbly body down to the living room.
Once they reach the sofa, Gabi flops Nick down on it, nearly falling on top of him in the process. After an awkward moment, which surely could be taken for sexual tension, Nick looks at Gabi and asks her a question.
NICK: You never answered me before...was this like...date tonight...did you agree to go with me because you're afraid of me?
Gabi pulls herself up off the couch quickly, then heads over to the kitchenette to grab Nick a glass of water.
GABI: No. Nick, I went out tonight because I feel like you and I needed to...reconnect. That's all.
NICK: Well, good. I don't...want to scare you, Gabi. I loveyou.
Gabi cringes a bit at Nick's admission. She turns around, glass of water in hand. She hands it to him.
GABI: Here, drink up. You'll thank me in the morning.
NICK: Thank you, Gabi. I reeeally approa...appre...thank you.
Nick goes to drink the water, and dribbles all over his shirt. Gabi jumps into action and pulls the glass away from him.
GABI: You're slobbering all over yourself. Here, here, here.
Gabi unbuttons his shirt, which Nick takes a sign of interest. Gabi stops dead in her tracks, unsure what to do next. Nick leans in to kiss her, but passes out just before their lips touch. Gabi breathes a sigh of relief, as she lets Nick flop down on the sofa.
She jumps up, heading for her purse. She pulls out the bottle of pills she got from Liam.
GABI: Time for action, Gabi.
In her room at University Hospital, Abigail looks to EJ from her bed, shocked at what he just accused her of.
EJ steps closer to the bed, leaning against the front of it, staring directly into her eyes.
EJ: Abigail, I expect a straight answer from you. Is that my baby you're carrying?
Abigail's jaw drops, in disbelief that EJ knows about her pregnancy.
Gabi struggles to get Nick into his bed. Pulling off his wet shirt and taking off his pants, she grunts and grumbles in exasperation, trying to remove his clothes from his limp body.
GABI: My God, it's like mothering a 150lb baby. UGH!
Gabi falls back as Nick's trousers come off. She rolls her eyes, then lifts Nick's limp legs into his bed. She then takes off her own dress, before walking slowly over to her purse. Looking behind her repeatedly, afraid of beign caught, she pulls the bottle of pills back out from her bag, and makes her way quietly over to the bathroom.
Gabi closes the door behind her, and then immediately opens the medicine cabinet. Once inside, she finds Nick's bottle of Ibuprofen. Looking inside the bottle, she immediately dumps the bottle into the toilet and flushes them down it.
Quickly thereafter, she replaces the Ibuprofen with her lookalike pills. Putting the cap back on the bottle, she hastily shoves them back into the medicine cabinet, closes it, then hustles back into Nick's room, where she, uncomfortably, lays herself down next to him in his bed.
GABI: My God, this better work. I need to get Nick out of our lives, for good. This is the only way.
Sami walks over to Marlena and Kim, as Kayla steps out of Theresa's room. Kayla hesitates to smile as she steps out from the room.
SAMI: How's everything, is Theresa okay?
KAYLA: Well, she's still in a coma, but the surgery was a success. We managed to stop the bleeding, so...she'll be able to recover slowly.
KIM: But...how soon before she wakes up?
KAYLA: That's...the thing, Kim. We aren't sure how long it will take. She may recover in a matter of days, weeks, months. However long it takes for her body to recover from the trauma. She fell out of that car at a pretty high speed.
KIM: Oh God.
MARLENA: So, Kayla, you mean, there's a chance she may not wake up.
Kayla takes a moment before responding, hoping to retain her composure while answering.
KAYLA: It's a distinct possibility.
KIM: No...NO! Not my baby girl.
Kim leans into Marlena, who gives her a warm hug. Sami puts a hand on Kim's arm in comfort as well.
KAYLA: Look, we will keep you in the loop if anything changes, and you can come visit her whenever you want, Kimmy.
Kay gives Kim a hug, as Kim cries on her shoulder.
KIM: Can I....May I see her now?
KIM: Thank you.
Kayla and Kim separate from their embrace, as Kim shuffles over to the door of Theresa's hospital room.
Once inside, Kim sees her daughter, just brought back into her life, once again ripped away from her. She tears up and rests her head on her daughter's shoulder, crying painful tears.
Outside the room, Marlena and Sami begin to talk.
MARLENA: So, what did EJ want?
SAMI: Oh, he and I were just discussing work stuff.
MARLENA: You sure about that? You seemed a bit rattled a moment ago. I nearly went over there but you seemed to hold it together.
SAMI: Eventually. It's not easy, but...I can't fall apart every time I see him, you know?
MARLENA: Just don't push yourself too hard.
SAMI: Mom, I won't. But thank you.
MARLENA: Anytime, Sweetie. Where is EJ now?
SAMI: I'm not sure, he sort of...just...ran out of here in a hurry to tell Abigail about the new project he wants her to work on in Europe. So...I guess he's in there.
SAMI: Yeah, looks like she'll be working from Italy for the next few months. Wish I could get away from him so easily.
Abigail backs herself up in her bed, afraid of EJ's reaction.
ABBY: I...okay, yes, it's yours.
EJ looks down and shakes his head. He walks back from the front of the bed, soaking in the realization that Abigail's baby is his. That Abigail even has a baby, for that matter. He explodes in anger suddenly, causing Abigail to sit bolt upright in fear.
EJ: Do you mean to tell me that you were just going to pretend you weren't pregnant and then whoops! One day you pop a baby out? Is that seriously what you were going to do?
ABBY: No! I was not...I--
EJ: So what was it then? Were you planning to abort the baby and not tell anyone?
ABBY: NO! I would never do that! EJ, I only found out a few weeks ago.
EJ turns, his voice dropping to a quiet, menacing tone.
EJ: And you never thought to tell me about it? You've had weeks, Abigail. Weeks! I don't know about you, but I think I have a right to know about something like this.
ABBY: I never said you didn't have a right to know. I just...I wanted to make this decision on my own, I wanted to tell you in my own time. After I'd made a decision and took care of it all myself.
EJ: Well, guess what? You waited too long, sweetheart.
ABBY: What do you mean?
EJ: There is too much at stake here. We haven't had sex since Feburary? March? That means you're now 6 months pregnant? Oh, you're doing quite well not showing but I see the signs now. And people are asking questions. Ones you'll need to answer for.
ABBY: So what do I do, EJ?
EJ: I'll tell you what you'll do.
EJ pulls a plane ticket he was going to give Anne from his jacket pocket.
EJ: You're going to take this, and you're going to get on a plane to Italy--
EJ: No questions! Sami and I have arranged for you to do some work for DiMera in Rome. You will do this work from the condominium we have in Rome. You will not go to DiMera's offices. Someone will come to you. When that baby is born, it will be adopted. You will return to Salem, refreshed, a new woman. And you will never speak of this again. Do you hear me?
ABBY: I...what?? How dare you?? How did you get Sami to agree to this? I don't get to even...see my baby? I'll never be able to...know them? What?? No, EJ. That's insane.
EJ: No, what's insane, Abigail, is you thinking that you could just cover your ears and pretend that nothing is happening when you're 6 months pregnant with the child of man that's to be married to another woman. This is the only way you and I will be able to keep our secret. Do you understand that? I'm not doing this TO you, I'm doing it for you.
Abigail, visibly angered by EJ's overbearing swift action, looks away, tears forming in her eyes. She breathes in deep, then sighs, throwing her hands up.
ABBY: Then I guess I have no other choice, now do I?
EJ: I knew you'd make the right decision.
ABBY: But here's the thing, EJ. After this, I never EVER want to speak to you ever again. Stay the Hell away from me. Forever. Got it?
EJ wordlessly turns toward the door, and walks out of the room, closing the door casually behind him. Abigail looks on in disgust.