HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

Temporary

JASPER'S POV

The next week leading up to my discharge seemed to have gone by quicker than I would have thought. All the days blended together, only consisting of: watching shitty reality tv, eating damn near inedible hospital food, and going to see Oliver with Alex.

I still haven't been able to get the opportunity to hold him yet, being that his wound on his back is taking longer to heal than the doctor initially projected it would... which, I will say, has left me feeling a bit down.

I must say though, nothing feels worse than the fact that I will be getting ready to leave the hospital today, and my son won't be coming with me. I want nothing more than to be able to take him with me, but I know—for obvious reasons, that he needs to stay, and I'll just have to accept that regardless of how I feel.

In regards to my mid and lower abdominal areas and their progress with healing, the doctor has been quite impressed with how quickly they have managed to heal. Which then leaves the still rather sore, but otherwise healthy me in the position of no longer needing to stay here.

I've been given strict orders to prioritize getting rest over the next two weeks, as well as making sure I don't lift anything heavier than ten pounds, which will leave preparing Oliver's nursery, a rather large pain in the ass in to get done.

Alex has made it quite clear multiple times that he doesn't want me to lift a finger with any of the preparation work, but I've vocalized to him how I want to help with anything that I can. We came to the agreement that he'd do the assembly of anything large, while I will decorate the nursery how I please.

"My love, are you ready to go?" Alex asks, his belongings as well as mine gathered at each side of him.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply softly, still feeling all the emotions of leaving behind Oliver.

Both the doctors and nurses did say I can come and visit him whenever I please, but still... it feels more than bittersweet to finally be rid of this hospital and this-awful bed—just to only be able to visit my son for the next few weeks.

Alex's features soften, and he takes a step towards me, reaching a hand out towards me. Taking his hand in my own, I push off against the bed, and stand, the ache nowhere near as bad as it had been previously.

"Don't worry, love, we will be back tomorrow to see him. Dr, Heidi said you should be able to hold him by then too, she's pretty confident now with his healing process."

I smile at those words, and wrap my arms around Alex's waist, holding him close to me as I take in his familiar scent. Despite all the sadness and ache of my emotions, sharing the warmth of my love's embrace against my own eases away some of my nerves.

"I know, I know," I whisper into his neck, nuzzling face into the crook of it, "I'm just still a bit sad to leave him behind."

"Me too," He whispers back, dragging his hand softly up my back, resting its warmth on the back of my neck.

"Let's go." And with my own words, Alex slowly releases me from his hold, placing a more than soft kiss on my cheek, before moving those gentle lips of his to my own.

After successfully making it through the hospital at a slow pace, we finally discharged.

Stepping outside and onto the sidewalk in front of the hospital, I pause for a moment, taking in a small breath of air. God does it feel good to not be inside that hospital...but also at the same time, does it feel terrible to not be inside that hospital. I continue on with my shamble behind Alex, wincing slightly with each sluggish step I take.