The Transplant ✔️

47. I'm Alive

Jolie's POV:

I'm awake; I wasn't ready to run the Boston marathon or fight Ronda Rousey, but I was awake. Tons things were running through me mind, like how the surgery went, or hungry I was for a chocolate cream puff, but the most important was Jobe Boston. I wanted to know how he was doing, but seeing as how I'm stuck in an immobile bed, with my head facing the ceiling, I couldn't look for him.

"Hey, honey, you're finally up. The surgery went well and the doctor said you're in stable condition, but that you need frequent monitoring. You're in the intensive care unit for now, and Jobe is in the room next to you." My heart started to pump louder, and I fought the urge to jump out of my bed.

"How is he? Is he okay?" I was extremely grateful for my mother being ny my side, but right now, all I could think about is Jobe's well-being. In such an intense surgery, there could always be a risk of complications.

"He's doing great, and woke up a few minutes before you. He's in a lot of pain since the anesthesia wore off, but the nurses were notified to give him more pain medication." She squeezed my hand.

"I want to go see him." The thought of him being alone and hurting made me cringe.

I tried to steady myself on the bed, regardless of the repercussions of my actions.

"Sweetie, sit still. You are not ready to walk around yet, and both you and Jobe need to rest. Emeric is in there visiting with him right now, so he's not alone." That's not very reassuring. Jobe might have survived the surgery, but it doesn't me he won't die by the hands of my brother.

"But, Mom..."

"No buts, Jolie. I said the both of you need rest and that's final. You have nothing to worry about; he's going to heal just fine. Oh, his father actually showed up an hour ago, but strangely hasn't gone in his room yet. I think he hates showing his emotions in front of his son; he's a very closed up person at work, so it doesn't surprise me he's the same on the home field  He's more of a business man than a family man, I suppose."

"I feel so sorry for Jobe. He deserves his father's love and support, and his father shouldn't worry about showing emotion to his son every so often. Mr. Boston also has little Avie, and she's going to need a dad who's emotionally involved, so I hope things get better." I said.

"I hope so too." Mom smiled.

"Mom, thanks for always being here for me. I know it's not easy, and I know I'm not always a pleasure to deal with, but you being here means the world to me." I can underestimate how much my mother does sometimes, from bringing me to my hospital visits, to sitting here during surgery, and to raising me on her own to be who I am. She deserves so much praise for being the strong woman that she was.

"Oh, honey, I love you and your brother so much that I'd do anything for you both. It's what a mother should do, and I don't want any thanks for doing my job as a parent. You are so strong, more than you think, and I am absolutely proud to be your mother." Mom wiped a few hairs out of my face before using the same hand to wipe a few drops of tears on hers.

"Mom, stop it, you're going to make me cry. I already look like a wreck right now, so the last thing I need is to start wailing like a baby." I sniffed.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, hon. I'm going to collect myself and let your brother come visit for a while."

I nodded my head, waiting patiently for my brother to come in.

My brother took no time to come in, laying an oddly motherly hand on my shoulder, and propping me up with pillows. I didn't lead on that moving made me uncomfortable, but instead let him do as he pleased.

"Hey sis, Mom told me you were awake."

"Barely." I winked.

"Ah, I see. Well, I won't stay long so you can get some rest." He said.

"No, stay. I want to hear all about your tour. I know you had to miss a concert for this, and I kind of feel bad."

"Don't feel bad; things are going great. Florida was basically a work-cation. Half the time, I got to play on stage, do my job, and the other half I spend laying on a private beach in a canopy. It was amazing, and the money isn't bad either." I hadn't noticed how tan he had gotten until he said something, but he really ripened in Florida.

"I'm so glad."

"I'm glad you and Mom are so supportive. Even the town has been supportive, maybe because our little town wants any reason to find fame. My buddy was the one to tell me I was going to be in the newspaper for going on tour. I was honestly ready to read something along the lines of, 'Kay View kid troubled by narcotics turns a new leaf', but on the contrary, it was an uplifting article."

"Oh, geez, that would've been awful. Your past is your past, and no one needs to bring that up. I can't speak for the town, but I sure as hell am proud." It's funny how such critical situations like a surgery can make you so sentimental.

"Thank you, sis. You, Mom, and my girlfriend have really changed me to be the person I wanted to be. They may not have written that in the article, but it's true. Oh, and speaking of the article, there's something else I should tell you. I don't like to pry, you know that, but I was reading through the newspaper to find my article and I saw yours...about uh, Jobe. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to show him, but I left that up to you."

He didn't need to say anymore, because I knew where this was leading. If he could be honest about his relationship, so could I.

"Jobe is very special to me, as you probably read. It's very embarrassing to speak about, but easy to write about; I've completely fallen for him. He has been so amazing for me, like none before him. He treats me..."

"Like he loves you? Any one with a brain can see that. The minute I walked into his room, all he asked about was you. How you were, where you were, when could he see you."

"Really?" I tried not to sound too excited, but that was worse than fighting through quicksand.

"Yes, really. And usually I wouldn't approve, but he's actually a decent guy." Jobe got Emeric's approval?

"Wow, really?"

Emeric rolled his blue eyes, taking a seat next to the bed. He placed one leg over the other, playing with the strings of his torn jeans.

"Yes, again, really. But don't get your hopes up; I'm still going to give him the third degree." He grinned.

"Dang it."

I guess he wouldn't be my brother if didn't care so much.