Steve comes in about thirty minutes later, the blanket mark still on his face from when he was sleeping.
“I have to pee,” he finally says, and I just nod as I get up and make sure everything is attached before Zack lifts him and carries him to the bathroom. He doesn’t say anything, and I put the straw in his mouth again. “You scared the bejesus out of Grandpa,” she says, coming over to him as he blinks his eyes slowly. This time, Shirley and Arnold race inside the room, and she puts her hand to her mouth and silently cries. “Fever is gone, and he’s awake.” She smiles and runs out and goes to call Steve. He takes a tiny sip, and then I touch his forehead to find the fever now gone. “Can you take a little sip?” I tell him and then press the button for the nurse. “Water,” I tell Zack, and he leans over and gets the cup of water that I always want to be fresh beside the bed. Zack’s head shoots up as he looks at Jack, who is licking his lips. “You didn’t say it right.” I hear his voice, and I about jump out of my skin. Zack leans forward now with his face in my stomach as I tell his son how much I love him. “I love you for always …” I say with tears streaming down my face. I don’t need the book to recite the part in the book. “How about I read you a story?” I tell Jack, getting up and climbing on the bed with him, just like I do at home when I read him the story. The only thing I hear is the beep of his machine. The quiet nighttime is just too much to bear I can’t stand it. “It’s not your burden you aren’t God.” Burying my face into his neck, I realize the night came quickly, and it’s been almost twenty-four hours since we’ve gotten here. “You can’t take the blame for this,” he tells me.
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