Eve
Jermaine was finally settled back in the ICU. I stood by his bedside watching him sleep. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. An IV line snaked into his arm, and the monitors above his bed beeped softly.
My hands still felt a little unsteady as I pulled out my phone. I typed a quick text to Savannah: He’s out of surgery. In the ICU. Doctors say he's stable. Try not to worry.
Then I quickly snapped two pictures: one of Jermaine sleeping peacefully, looking so small in the big bed, and another of Jace. He was curled up in the visitor's chair pulled right against Jermaine’s bed, fast asleep.
Jace had been a little shadow, barely leaving his brother’s side, even when the nurses gently tried to coax him away for a break. I sent the photos to Savannah.
Jermaine woke up the next d
