The next day, Stephen and Grace were able to go to see him around midday, and have their first real alone time with him since his fall. A subtle knock on his door, and the young couple whisked their way into his hospital suite."Stephen? Is that you?" A hoa.r.s.e voice asked from a high rise hospital bed.
"Hey Grandpa, it"s me. And Grace," said Stephen, wearing a brave smile.
"Hey supermodel. How are you?" Grandpa asked, jokingly, while looking at Grace.
Grace couldn"t help but giggle, "I"m good, but how are you more importantly?"
"I"m afraid I"ve really done it this time," he replied, bobbing his head. "I feel like I"ve been hit by a Greyhound bus going full speed."
"How"s your pain, Grandpa?" Stephen asked.
Grandpa shrugged his shoulders. "It comes and goes. I guess that"s why they set me up with my little happy b.u.t.ton here." He gestured to the pain relief b.u.t.ton, which, when pressed sent in a surge of pain reliever.
"Better than yesterday at least?"
"A whole lot better than yesterday," he replied, his eyes glazing over at the memory. "In hindsight, I should have asked for help with that d.a.m.ned light bulb. But here"s the kicker: your grandmother isn"t tall enough to reach that one." He gave a weak smile at his joke.
"That"s why you two have to call me, to help with those out of reach light bulbs," chuckled Stephen.
"Oh, I know, I know," muttered Grandpa. "I just hate feeling useless. And feeling like an old man. Thought it was something I could do quickly and be done with it. Guess I learned my lesson. But I"ve always been stubborn," he ended, elbowing Grace in the side, and earning a smile from her.
"I think I see where Stephen gets it from now," teased Grace.
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"Well, my wife is stuck with me. Still time for you to ditch him, supermodel," joked Grandpa.
"Hey! I"m right here, you two," grimaced Stephen, looking back at the two guilty co-conspirators.
"You know I wouldn"t dream of leaving, love," replied back Grace, innocently fluttering her eyelashes.
"Yeah, yeah," mocked Stephen, before looking back at Grandpa. "So how long do they have to keep you here? Can you come home soon?"
Grandpa shrugged his shoulders again. "Who knows? They keep telling me that I"m in a "delicate state" right now, whatever that means. Most annoyingly, they bring that up every time we mention possibly going home, which makes me think I might be here a while. But if there"s any place I could really recuperate the best, it would be back at home. I don"t know. I may just be stuck between a rock and a hard place, I suppose."