228 Grandpa's Surgery

"Can you tell me how he is? Will he be alright?"

Stephen was driving a bit too quickly down the road, with Grace in the passenger seat. Shortly after receiving his mother's call, they fully dressed and were out the door, making the short trip out to the hospital.

"He's.. in a lot of pain," said Grace, slowly, with a fearful expression on her face.

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"Is he going to be okay??" Stephen's eyes met hers, breaking from the road.

"I.. I don't know. I can't see that," she replied, shaking her head.

Stephen pressed the pedal down further.

They arrived at the hospital a short time later, only to be greeted by his mother and grandmother outside the surgery waiting room. They had ridden together, while Grandpa had been carried away in the ambulance. From the pieces that he had been able to dig out of the two of them, he had been trying to replace a burned out light bulb and, having stepped on a small stool, had lost his balance and fell hard on his right side.

"It's my fault," sobbed Grandma, while being held by his mother. "I should have been keeping an eye on him. He never would have went near that damned stool if I had been watching him!"

"Now, now, Mom, it's not your fault," consoled Theresa.

All the family could do was wait for the surgery to be over. It wasn't much more than an hour later that Aunt Linda showed up as well, and together the five of them waited for any piece of news. Stephen sat still on the couch in the family room, his mind saying silent prayers for his grandfather, while Grace clung to him as well, pressed solidly into his side.

Finally, a few hours later, the doctor came around after the completion of surgery.

"Well, he's stable now," he started, addressing the entire family. The doctor went through the entire operation, telling how he fixed the socket with pins and screws. Yet, a complete replacement was out of the picture, due to him not being a particularly active individual, and his advanced age.

Thankfully, Grandma was able to visit with him, while the anesthesia wore off. The bad part about that was that the hospital staff restricted visitors to just her, because of the nature of the traumatic experience. Which meant that after hours spent at the hospital, most of the family ended up going home at the end of the day without seeing Grandpa.

Yet, a good end of the day progress report from Grandma, as well as a thumb's up from a still loopy Grandpa was enough to put most of their minds at ease, and let them go home for the evening.