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Pulling out my ID, I hand it to the man as Char comes and stands next to me. “Looks like he’s in surgery. If you want to have a seat, the doctor should be out shortly to speak with you.”
“Is he okay?” I ask, still not even knowing what the fuck really happened.
“I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to speak with the doctor.”
Glaring down at Char as I take a seat in the desolate waiting room, she sits in the chair next to me, tears streaming down her face, and I know she feels bad. But I can’t console her right now. She’s responsible for this.
Sitting in silence for what feels like an eternity, we wait for an update, and finally a doctor comes out, “Stovich?” she calls out, and we both hop to our feet as the doctor approaches us.
“How is he?” I ask.
“He’s doing okay. He’s very, very lucky. The surgery went well, and I was able to repair the cut tendon in his right hand. Thankfully it was just nicked, so he shouldn’t have any issues with it after it heals.”
“Shouldn’t?” I ask.
“Yes, sir. These types of hand injuries can be touch and go. But I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. Jack is a brave boy, and as long as he keeps out of the kitchen, he should be just fine.”
Char nods, and the doctor says, “He’s just waking up; do you guys want to see him?”
“Please,” I practically beg the woman as we follow her back.
Walking into the room, my heart breaks. Jack’s tiny body is so small lying in the large hospital bed. His eyes are closed, and I rush to his side, taking in the sight of his injured hand while gripping his other. Char stands opposite me and kisses his forehead, waking him up. His groggy eyes look up at her, and he gives her a smile.
Seeing him awake and smiling makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.
“How are you feeling, buddy?” I ask, and he turns his head focusing in on me.
“Daddy. I’m tired.”
“I’m sure you are, but you’re going to be okay.”
“Am I still going to be able to be a fighter fire?”
“Yeah, you’ll still be able to be a fighter fire.”
He blinks heavily, and I pull the chair up, sitting down as I zone in on my little man. My pride and joy, my everything. Thank God he’s all right. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him…and I pray that I’ll never find out.
