General Hospital spoilers reveal that Sonny Corinthos’s enemies aren’t done yet — in fact, they’re only getting started. A terrifying attempt on Sonny’s life nearly succeeded when a woman disguised as a nurse slipped into his hospital room, syringe in hand. Even though the hit failed, it became crystal clear: the true battle for Sonny’s life was only just beginning.
In the sterile, buzzing halls of a Los Angeles clinic, Sonny’s once-untouchable world crumbled. Lying in a hospital bed surrounded by monitors and IV lines, he faced a harsh new reality. Carly Spencer never left his side, clinging to his hand as if to anchor him to the world. Around them, a makeshift war room sprang to life — whiteboards marked with red-inked timelines, security rotations, and a growing list of suspects.
Dr. Morales grimly explained that the syringe had been loaded with a potent neurotoxin — one that would have killed Sonny instantly if he hadn’t unknowingly built up some resistance from previous medical treatments. Though Sonny had stabilized for now, the danger was far from over.
The pressing question on everyone’s mind was: Who had orchestrated this chilling attack?
Max Scorpio, combing through security footage, found a ghost-like figure in scrubs that didn’t match any staff records. Whoever it was had inside knowledge, bypassing protocols with terrifying precision. Sonny, ever the strategist, concluded the worst: if they tried once, they’d surely try again — and next time, it might be fatal.
Carly swiftly assembled Sonny’s inner circle: Max Scorpio, Jack Brennan from the WSB, and Laura Collins from the LAPD. They pieced together the chilling evidence — a security breach timed perfectly between vitals checks, a syringe armed with a respiratory-paralyzing toxin, and a swift, unseen escape through the clinic’s service corridors. Someone had intimate knowledge of both Sonny’s medical routine and the clinic’s operations.
All eyes initially turned to Colette Mororrow, a WSB agent who had been on shift that night. However, Colette’s movements were supposedly verified by satellite-tracked transport logs. Still, doubts lingered — the evidence could have been fabricated, or Colette could have had a twin.
Desperate for another lead, Carly floated the name Jennifer Smith. Sonny was stunned. Jennifer, presumed dead after a car bombing years earlier, had a history soaked in poison and vengeance. Now it seemed she had returned from the shadows — and she hadn’t come alone.
Jason Morgan burst into the room with fresh intel. An arms dealer had sold custom-made toxin syringes under the alias “Jade” — Jennifer’s old code name. Not only that, but the shipment had been received in a high-rise building tied to Sonny’s dormant shell corporations. Jennifer had twisted Sonny’s own empire against him.
Further digging revealed that Jennifer had hacked the clinic’s surveillance, disabled cameras, and perfectly timed the hit. She had used Sonny’s blueprints, assets, and routines against him, striking with ruthless efficiency.
As night fell, Carly stayed vigilantly by Sonny’s side. The clinic emptied, and tension thickened. Shortly before midnight, the power flickered, plunging the room into semi-darkness. Carly’s instincts screamed danger as she saw a figure outside the window — a nurse’s cap, a gloved hand, and a syringe glinting under dim lights.
Carly tried to stop the intruder, but a tranquilizer dart was fired at her. Dizzy and stumbling, she could only watch in horror as the attacker moved toward Sonny’s bedside, preparing another deadly injection.
Just then, Jason and Jack crashed through the door, weapons drawn. Jason tackled the masked figure, sending the syringe clattering to the floor. As they tore off the mask, Carly gasped — it wasn’t Colette, but Dr. Anita Delgado, a respected cardiologist from Port Charles Memorial.
Delgado spat venomous threats, snarling that “Project Queen’s Gambit” had already begun and that Sonny’s fate was sealed. Despite her capture, her ominous words suggested that worse was yet to come.
Investigations revealed that Dr. Delgado had been secretly on Jennifer’s payroll for months, her “research grants” just a cover for hush money. Jennifer’s reach wasn’t just extensive — it was embedded deep into trusted institutions.
Max Scorpio grimly noted that Delgado had been preparing a third, irreversible dose — one that would have put Sonny into a permanent coma. Thanks to quick action, they had narrowly averted disaster. 
As dawn broke and Sonny’s vitals stabilized, a grim new reality settled over Port Charles: Jennifer Smith wasn’t acting alone. She had built a network of allies, infiltrating the WSB, LAPD, and hospital staff. Her ambition wasn’t just revenge — it was power. Jennifer intended to dismantle Sonny’s empire piece by piece and rebuild it in her own image.
Now, Carly, Jason, and Jack are scrambling to tighten security, rotate undercover guards, and track down Jennifer’s collaborators. But Sonny knows that the fight is far from over. Jennifer won’t rest until he’s dead — or dethroned.
Lying in his hospital bed, Sonny’s strength may be weak, but his spirit is anything but broken. As he squeezes Carly’s hand, the glint in his eyes says it all: he’s ready for the war to come.
Jennifer may have made her move — but Sonny Corinthos is about to make his.
