The lights in the operating room were on, and hearts outside were held aloft in worry.
Suddenly, the door swung open. A nurse emerged, clutching a critical condition notice for the family to sign.
Daisy was nearly faint with anxiety, but it was Jocelyn who steadied her hand enough to scribble the signature.
Undergoing emergency surgery for a heart attack was risky business, so signing the critical condition notice was to be expected.
Thankfully, Calvin's surgery was a success; he was awake when they wheeled him out.
They only caught a glimpse of him before he was whisked away to the ICU, beyond their reach.
The doctor handed Jocelyn a list of essentials to buy.
Melvin took the list from her. "Stay with Daisy. I'll go get these."
Watching him hustle, Jocelyn felt a sense of relief washing over her.
By the time everything was ready, dawn had broken.
"Are you sure this won't affect your work?" Jocelyn couldn't help but worry.
Melvin glanced at the time. "Zephyr should be on his way to the airport by now. It's fine."
Daisy had already questioned Jocelyn. She was aware that Melvin was supposed to be on a business trip, but he'd put everything on hold for the old man.
It was impossible not to be moved by such a gesture.
Especially in moments of vulnerability, when someone lends a hand, it's hard not to soften.
"Daisy, there's nothing more we can do here for now. Why don't you head back and get some rest? You can come back and see him during visiting hours this afternoon." Melvin insisted, concerned about Daisy after the long night.
Jocelyn agreed, "Mom, let Melvin take you home. I'll stay here and come to pick you up later."
"I'm not going anywhere." Daisy said. Her eyes glued to the ICU door, and the worry never leaving her gaze.
"Mom, you need to rest." Jocelyn firmly stated. "Staying here won't help. Go gets some sleep and come back refreshed. Dad will only be in there for three or four days before moving to a regular room. That's when you'll be busy taking care of him. I'll hold down the fort here, so don't worry."
Finally, Daisy conceded with Jocelyn’s persistent coaxing.
"I'll take Daisy home." Melvin said, eyeing Jocelyn with concern for her reddened, sleep-deprived eyes. "I'll come back later to keep you company."
"Okay."
Jocelyn remained on guard outside as Melvin escorted Daisy away.
The first couple of days were fraught with unstable factors. Whether the stent would adapt or be rejected, they were all still under observation.
Jocelyn was praying silently for everything to move in the right direction.
After dropping Daisy off, Melvin brought back breakfast for Jocelyn. They ate together outside the ICU.
"Thanks for this." Jocelyn said. She lacked appetite, but she had to eat to keep her strength up.
Melvin wiped a crumb from her lip. "I'm your man. It's what I should do."
A smile flickered across Jocelyn's face. "Sorry for the hassle."
"Don't talk like that." Melvin said with a hint of seriousness. "While we're on the subject, I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it?"
"Why didn't you tell me right away?" Melvin's stare was fixed on her. "If I hadn't found out, would you have kept it to yourself?"
Jocelyn paused, then explained, "It was late, and I thought I could handle it."
"If you were on your own, you might not tell anyone. But I’m your boyfriend, shouldn't I share some of the responsibility?" Melvin felt she was wrong not to inform him.
Jocelyn took a deep breath, "Okay, I didn't think it through."
Melvin huffed lightly, "Learn from your mistakes, I forgive you.”
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