"That"s gotta be frustrating," agreed Stephen."You know it, kiddo," he replied, before grabbing at his side table, where a half carton of milk was still waiting.
"How"s the food here, Grandpa?" Grace asked, watching his movement.
"Now that, I don"t have any complaints actually," he replied, taking a long sip of his milk. "The food here isn"t bad at all. Actually, it"s pretty good, and they give me a lot to eat, so I"m usually full."
"Well, that"s a first," laughed Stephen. "I think you"re the only person in the world who likes hospital food."
Grandpa looked at him seriously, "Well, if you had spent sixty plus years eating your grandmother"s cooking, you wouldn"t blame me! And please, not a word to her that I just said that, okay? She handles all of my medications, and I"d hate to spend a painful afternoon just because she found out about my little comment, okay?"
Both Grace and Stephen chuckled at his joke, while he wore a c.o.c.keyed grin. "Your secret is safe with us, I promise you, Grandpa."
"I knew you were my favorite grandson for a reason," he twinkled. "Same thing, don"t tell the twins!"
He was laughing along with them, until he readily clutched his side, his face changing from lines of laughter to a deep permeation of pain.
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"Are you okay?" Stephen asked, worriedly, eyes gazing back and forth between his face and the spot where his hands were clutching.
"It just.. hits me. When I move... too much," he managed, his labored breath coming out in ragged pauses.
"Is there anything we can do?" Grace asked.
"Yes dear, just have them lop the whole leg off," he smiled under duress, while making a gentle sawing motion with his hand. "Less use to me than ever right now."
Grace and Stephen just looked at each other, not knowing the right words to say to someone in so much pain. It was obvious that the ordeal was taking a lot out of him. Even his few jovial moments couldn"t hide the tremendous amount of pain he was in. It was a truly depressive thing to watch and feel utterly helpless as a result.
Shortly after he managed some form of recovery, Grandma came into the room, holding two cups of hospital cafeteria coffee. She saw the looks of indecision on the young couple"s face, and the recovering face of her husband, letting her know something was up.