(Winona)Dr. Green steps out into the hospital room, his expression a blend of exhaustion and gravity. I brace myself for the worst news.“Dr. Green, how is he?” Judy’s voice is barely more than a whisper laced with desperation and fear.He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a look that says it all. “Jayden is critical right now. He’s lost a lot of blood. We performed emergency surgery to remove the bullet. He coded twice on the table, but we were able to stabilize him. But if there’d been a third time, we’d have lost him.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Judy gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.Dr. Green continues, “The bullet lodged up behind his heart, luckily. The angle he was on saved him but there’s extensive lung and artery damage”“Is he... is he going to get through this?” I manage to ask, my voice trembling.Dr. Green hesitates, glancing between us. “I honestly don’t know. He’s in an induced coma. It’s a standard procedure to give his body a chance to
(Winona)Back at my townhouse, the familiar surroundings are a tonic after the chaos and fear of today. Abby greets us at the door, her bright smile a balm to my frazzled nerves.“Mommy!” She gives me the biggest hug.“Hi Sweety. Have you had a good day?”“Yes. I did some painting and made a fort, come see.” She tugs on my hand.“I’ll come look soon. Why don’t you take Grandma Judy for a look?”“Grandma Judy!” Abby has just realized she’s behind me and she throws herself at her for a hug. “Come see my fort!” Abby exclaims, grabbing Judy’s hand and pulling her towards her bedroom.Judy gives me a questioning look.“I’ll tell her later. Stay for dinner?” I say quietly.Judy gives me a nod. “Thank you. I’d love to,” she says before allowing herself to be led away.I turn to Anne, who is waiting in the living room, concern on her face.“He’s in critical condition,” I say, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “He lost a lot of blood, and they had to put him in an induced coma. Dr. Green s
(Winona)Lisa and I sit in the living room, finishing off the champagne. It feels like the bubbles are the only thing keeping me from collapsing into a puddle of tired emotions. I certainly didn’t need the whole bottle. I feel a little tipsy just from a couple of glasses.I take a sip and let out a long sigh. “I can’t believe how close I came to dying today,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Ashlyn is... I don’t even have words for how crazy she is.”Lisa nods, her eyes wide. “I never liked or trusted her. She always had this... vibe, you know? But I never thought it would come to this. I mean, shooting you? It’s next level stalker crazy.”“Tell me about it,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I’m so grateful to be alive. If it weren’t for Jayden...” I trail off… what he did hitting me all over again.“Yeah, Jayden,” Lisa says, a look of amazement crossing her face. “He took a bullet for you, Winona. Without even thinking about it. That man is still all about you.”I look down at my
(Winona)Early the next morning, I kiss Abby on the forehead while she’s still sleeping and head to the hospital. It hasn’t been 24 hours yet, but I want to be there in case there’s any change.My broken sleep had me waking several times from dreams of Jayden’s breathing stopping while I visited. The relief when I realized it was only a dream each time had me on a rollercoaster.But my exhausted body did still get some sleep. I’ve almost forgotten how to move around my house normally. Not having everything monitored is great but I think it will take some getting used to.I feel the rush of the cold morning air hit my face and breathe it in.This is the first time I’ve been out alone for weeks. Freedom is not something I’ll ever take for granted again. I’ll come back and get Abby later when I know I can go in with Jayden.Today I’m headed into the day keeping positive. Jayden will get through this. He will. I’ll do whatever it takes to get him back to whatever level of health he can re
(Judy)I sit in the hotel room, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair is disheveled, my eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep and the constant stream of tears. Jayden, my son, my only child, lies in a hospital bed fighting for his life.For once, I feel utterly powerless. I turn on the shower, letting the steam fill the room, and step under the hot water, hoping it will wash away some of the guilt and fear clinging to me.Winona. The name has been a thorn in my side for so long. I’ve never wanted her with Jayden, always believing she wasn’t good enough for him. But now, seeing the way he was willing to give up his life for her during the recent shooting, I’m forced to reevaluate everything.He loves her deeply, and it’s a love that’s unshakeable. As much as it pains me to admit it, perhaps I’ve been wrong. My heart softens a little when I think of Abby, my granddaughter. She’s a bright light in this darkness, and I can’t deny the bond I feel with her. Maybe, just
(Winona)I stand just outside the intensive care unit near Jayden’s door, my heart pounding. There’s a small window but I can’t see him from the position of his bed. I look up the corridor and see Dr. Green approaching, his face serious but his eyes show the kindness he always has.“Winona,” he says, stopping in front of me. “Jayden’s stabilized enough for you to go in, but it’s crucial that he remains in a quiet and stable environment. No drama or excitement, which is why we’re only allowing one visitor at a time.”I nod, my throat tight with emotion. “Thank you, Dr. Green. I understand.”My heart soars that I can be with him. I’m not letting him go again. No matter what.“He’ll stay under medication for an induced coma for a few more days,” he continues. “But if things continue to improve today, I may allow Abby to visit briefly with you later on today. I can’t see how having his daughter in there can set him back.”“Okay,” I say with a small smile. “Thank you.”He gives me a reassu
(Winona)“You can go in now,” I prompt Judy who’s still staring at the door.“Okay, yes,” she answers, her voice steady. She passes me, moving quickly but carefully, like she’s afraid any sudden movement might break him.I sit on the seat outside the room and take out my cell phone to make a call to Anne about bringing Abby here after school. Suddenly I hear alarms coming from Jayden’s room. What the actual hell? My heart leaps into my throat as I see the medical team rushing toward Jayden’s door. I jump up but they block me from going in.“Sorry, no one in the room right now.”Judy is ushered out a few seconds later, looking distraught.“What happened?” I ask Judy, my voice cracking with worry.“I…I don’t know. I just touched his face and told him I was there, and I loved him. Then everything went off at once.”“Oh God. I hope he’s going to be okay.” I squeeze my hands together.I wait helplessly as they work on him, my mind racing with awful possibilities. Dr. Green arrives, his fa
(Jayden)It’s been a few days now, I think, and I’m floating in this haze, caught between the world of the living and the depths of my mind. I can’t move, can’t speak, but I can hear Winona’s voice, a lifeline pulling me toward the surface.Her voice is my anchor, keeping me grounded.Every day, Winona sits beside me, her words like a soothing balm to my soul. I hear her telling me about Abby, how she brings her in for an hour each day.Her voice is filled with love and excitement, painting a picture of a future I desperately want to be a part of.“Jayden, Abby is doing so well. She’s been so brave. I can’t wait for you to see her again. We’re planning a little surprise for you when you wake up.”Her words are like a melody, each note striking a chord deep within me, echoing through the fog in my mind. I want to reach out, to hold her, to tell her I’m still here, fighting to come back to them.She tells me about Phillip, how he’s finally moved out and is ready to sign himself off Abby