"I mean, I sure hope so!" Bo laughed. "Otherwise I'm out of a job when school's over and I've wasted four years of my life, lol."
Derik smiled slightly. Almost imperceptibly, but Jerica caught it. She grinned. He liked Bo. That was good. Derik kept talking, "Got any job prospects lined up? You graduate pretty soon, yeah?"
"Yeah, graduation is upon us," Bo said. "I have actually put in a bunch of different job applications already, testing the waters. There's at least five places that have got back wanting interviews and two I've already talked to that want me. Honestly I'm just trying to see what my best options are since it's looking like I have the privilege to be at least a little picky. There's this Thai restaurant I'm leaning towards because the kitchen culture there seems really friendly actually, which is pretty rare. And they're super open to talking through having reasonable and flexible hours. It just overall gave me good vibes."
"That sounds great!" Derik said, offering an actual smile this time. "Where is that? Nearby?"
"It's about 30ish mins away depending on traffic. Pretty far downtown a bit but not super far, nah," Bo said.
Jerica gave Bo's hand a squeeze. She, of course, only wanted the very best for Bo. But she really hoped that his best option -- the one he'd be happiest at -- would be that was nearby so that she could keep him around. And from the way he'd gushed at her after his interview, it seemed like the Thai restaurant was a solid option.
"Have we ever been there?" Derik asked, looking over at Rek, who shook his head. Derik looked back in the mirror at Bo. "Ah! Then I suppose we'll have to visit you sometime, if that's where you end up choosing."
Jerica eyed the side of Derik's head, a vague sense of uneasiness settling over her. He was being too casual. And far, far too cheery -- given the fact that she knew he was upset about the whole situation. He wasn't one to be distracted this easily. If he was pretending to have forgotten about how angry he was at her; then, well:
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She bit her lip, looking between them, trying to gauge the vibes.
"That'd be awesome," Bo said with a small smile. "I'd be working in the kitchen so it's not like you'd get me as a server, but I'm sure I could pop my head out and say hi."
"And we'd get to enjoy the spoils of your effort," Derik commented. "Get to enjoy some of this legendary Andrei Robert Bo Petrov's culinary prowess."
Bo laughed at that.
"Depends what you order, but I guess I could let you know where in the kitchen I end up working so you can order something I actually make," Bo said.
"Sounds like a plan!" Derik said brightly. She was definitely in trouble. Enough trouble, it seemed, that he was going to wait for privacy to flay her. Would she and Bo get to stay in the same hospital room as each other? Or was her lecture coming soon? "I've been meaning to get up this way more. Especially feel like I should be up here, now that Jer's up here as well."
Definitely in trouble.
"Ah, that should be n--nice," Bo said, but his sentence started to waver, and Jerica saw his face twitching again. He scrunched up his right eye, shaking his head, but evidently to no avail. "Ah. Uh. Sorry. It's hurting again."
And, just like that, all of her worry about what was coming for her -- was suddenly gone, replaced by complete terror at what was happening to Bo. What was happening to Bo? She didn't understand. Did he have cancer? Or.. or... she was scared to Google the other possibilities. No, she needed to stay in the moment. To try to comfort him, however she could.
"How far are we?" Jerica asked, chest tight, as she looked up at Derik.
"I would think you knew how long it took to get to the hospital," Derik said dryly.
"Derik," Jerica snapped. This wasn't the time for jokes.
"We're close," Derik relented. "Maybe two-three more minutes? You hanging on back there, big guy?"
Bo was starting to slouch in his seat, and his normal friendly chattiness had disappeared as he squinted off to the side with a clearly pained expression and unfocused eyes.
"Uh, yeah," he said, barely audible. But he looked like he could throw up if prodded.
Jerica unbuckled herself and slid closer to him, brow knit together in concern. Derik glanced back at her, but decided against chiding her. That wouldn't be helpful. Jerica reached up to put her hand on his face. "You're burning up."
"Mm?" Bo hummed distantly. "How hot?"
"You're even hotter than usual," Jerica said, but her delivery was flat. She wanted to break the tension, but she was so scared.
Bo laughed weakly, but his expression remained pained. It looked like his right eye was starting to water.
"I feel accomplished," he mumbled.
"Oh?" she asked, voice barely more than a breath. So worried.
"I heard this line," Bo said, his voice still quiet and mumbly. "From a TV show. It's really corny. Wanna hear it?"
His right eye started crying, with big fat tears, and he kept his eyes squinted to the point they were mostly shut. Without waiting for her reply, he went on.
"It goes like: 'I can't wait to wake up tomorrow,'" he said. "'Because I get more attractive every day.'"
Jerica had started crying, too, but was actively refusing to let herself make noise with it. How had this week gotten so bad?
"Okay maybe it's more cheesy than corny," Bo said. "I don't know the difference."
"I think one's dairy and one's grain," Jerica murmured, desperately trying to cater to his sense of humor. Even though she was miserable.
Bo grinned slightly.
"Yeah. Maybe you should change majors. With that knowledge you could get a culinary degree too," Bo said, his smile having faded as he leaned his head back, letting out a shallow breath through his nose.
"You're so dumb." She'd basically crawled into his lap at this point, and now turned to face him fully, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug and burying her face in his shoulder, still crying. "You have to be okay. You have to."
Bo brought his arm around her shoulders and patted her head gently.
"Okay," he said quietly.
They turned into the hospital parking lot and Derik pulled right up to the Emergency Room entrance. Jerica finished sliding all the way over Bo and pushed open the driver's side door, leaning down to unbuckle him, like the overbearing mother hen she was being, taking his hand. "We're here. Come on."
All Bo did was hum in reply as he let her lead him out of the car.
She wrapped her arm around him and started inside.
Derik and Rek exchanged another look. At this point, her mental state was almost more concerning than her physical. Derik handed Rek the keys. He took them silently and went to park the car. Derik followed Bo and Jerica into the lobby.
The receptionist's eyes went wide as they landed on Jerica's sorry state, then she eyed Bo suspiciously, clearly thinking the two things were connected. "Let's get you into a room, miss."
"Not me." Jerica shook her head vigorously. "Him. He's blind!"
"I lost sight in my right eye," Bo said, his voice distant. "About fifteen... uh... accompanied by... stabbing pain. Nausea."
The receptionist looked at Jerica another long moment, still visibly suspicious, but slowly relented and turned her attention back to Bo. "Let's get you to triage."
Jerica was still crying, but was desperately trying to get herself under control as she escorted Bo to the intake area. A nurse waved her off as she began taking Bo's vitals. Another nurse stepped forward with a clipboard with patient intake papers on it.
Jerica took it, looking down at Bo. "I can--"
"Fill out your own." Derik stepped between her and Bo, and pointed at a nearby chair, giving her a stern look. "That's what you can do."
"I'm fine--" she started to argue.
"You made a promise," Derik interrupted. "No arguments. You set those terms yourself."
Jerica took a deep breath, everything within her screaming to protest. To try to make Derik see how much more concerning Bo's injuries were than hers. Her head hurt and her hand might be broken or whatever. Those healed. But blindness?
She eyed Derik. He had a dangerous glint in his eye. If she didn't comply, he would escalate things, right here in front of everyone. In front of Bo. That would be humiliating. Besides, she had set those terms. And Derik had gotten Bo to the ER as she'd pleaded. She sighed deeply and sank down in the chair opposite Bo, peeking around the nurse checking his blood pressure. "How are you feeling now?"
"Still not too great," Bo said faintly. "But I'm hanging in there. You?"
"I'm fine." She rubbed her face. "I've been fine." She looked up at the nurse. "Why can't he see?"
"We're going to find out," the nurse said, then turned back to Bo. "Let's get you back to an exam room. The doctor is ready to see you."
Bo turned to look at Jerica, but it was evident that only one eye was functioning. His right eye looked lazy, and didn't follow his left.
"Hang in there, Jer," Bo said with a weak smile as he reached out and gently patted her hand before the nurse pulled him away, and he was gone.
Jerica watched him go helplessly. The nurse turned her attention to Jerica next, taking her vitals. "And what you brought you in today?"
"A paranoid uncle," Jerica said sourly, sending a glare at Derik. He glared back even more fiercely, an authoritative dad-aura emanating from him. She caved first, and resentfully looked back at the nurse. "I got in a fight."
By the time they completed the intake and were ready to call her back, Rek had made it back inside, and all three were sitting in tense silence. Jerica had managed to get her emotions under control. She was still a hot mess on the inside and kept looking at her phone in case Bo texted her by some miracle, to let her know he could see again. But she had quelled the tears and was actively pretending that Derik wasn't angry. Even though they all knew that wasn't the case.
Well, maybe Bo didn't realize. He always saw the best in people. And he didn't know Derik's tells... And he hadn't heard how nasty Jerica had been to Derik over the phone earlier... and... how much she definitely had it coming. Whatever Derik decided to do -- she'd earned it.
All three of them stood when the nurse called her back, and, after a short argument, the nurse had grudgingly allowed Derik and Rek to accompany her to the exam room. If she'd known that was an option, she would be with Bo right now. But, she supposed it was probably just as well. If she consented to this stupidity, and the doctor informed Derik he was overreacting, maybe he'd calm down.
The nurse had her sit down on the exam table -- Rek and Derik sat in the chairs opposite her, silent as the nurse started asking questions. Jerica fielded all of the questions, trying to be patient. And then the nurse walked out of the room.
It seemed like she sucked all of the oxygen out of the room when she shut the door behind her. Instead of air, there was nothing but anxiety. She guiltily looked over at Derik. And, on cue, he stood and started towards her as soon as they were alone.
"It's not my fault!"Jerica defended, shrinking under his gaze.
"It is exactly your fault," Derik snapped. "Let me see."
Jerica reluctantly sat up a bit straighter, looking at his shoulder as he examined the knot on her head.
"I told you to stay out of it," Derik said, a clear edge in his voice. She swallowed hard. He continued, "And then you decided you'd go and put yourself in the middle of it."
"He was hurting my friend!" Jerica countered, looking up at him. "I couldn't just do nothing."
"That is exactly what you could have -- and should have -- done." Derik put his hand under her chin, grasp incredibly gentle and tender, despite the scowl on his face, as he looked over her bruises. "God, look at you, Jer!"
"He was hurting. My. Friend," Jerica emphasized.
"Right, yeah," Derik said sarcastically, picking up her right hand with equal care as he'd shown her face. "And you of course had to get involved because your friend is a helpless little girl that needs you to defend her, right?"
He knew full well it was James. Rek had spilled his guts. Rek always spilled his guts. She scowled at him. "It doesn't matter what his gender or his sex is. A friend is a friend. And I helped my friend. He. Was. Hurting. My. Friend."
"And then he hurt you." Derik's anger finally broke, the fear underlying it all poking through. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. It hurt. But she decidedly refused to so much as whimper. "God, Jer. You have to be more careful. You have to. You're not in grade school anymore. The bullies don't just leave a few bruises. He seriously hurt you."
Jerica couldn't really breathe. But she certainly wasn't going to admit that her ribs hurt so badly she couldn't bring herself to draw a breath through the strength of his embrace. But Derik seemed to realize as much, and loosened his grasp. He let out a shaky breath, putting his hand ever so gently on her cheek, as he leaned down and gingerly planted a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm okay," Jerica murmured, but it lacked the defensiveness and anger it'd held before. Now she genuinely wanted to reassure him. And, as much as she hated to admit it -- even to herself -- she wanted his comfort in return. She did feel like she was eleven all over again -- nursing her wounds in the school nurse's office after she, ironically, had beat up the school bully because he was terrorizing her friend.
The door opened and the doctor walked in.
Jerica flushed, embarrassed that the doctor had walked in on a private moment like this. Derik cleared his throat and awkwardly stepped away, sitting down on the literal edge of his seat as he nodded to the doctor.
"Hello Jerica," the doctor said brightly. She was a short plump woman with warm opal skin and curly black hair. "I'm Dr. Ada. Let's get you checked out, shall we?"
Jerica nodded silently, sitting up a bit straighter.
"What happened?" Dr. Ada asked, walking over to her with her stethoscope raised.
"I got in a fight," Jerica said sheepishly. "And I -- well I didn't lose -- but, I, uh... didn't... win? Either?"
"There are rarely winners when it comes to fighting, in my experience," Dr. Ada mused. "Breathe in deep for me."
Jerica took a deep breath, and the doctor listened.
"When did the fight happen?" Dr. Ada asked, moving the stethoscope to listen to Jerica's heart.
"Earlier," Jerica answered. "About noon, I guess."
Dr. Ada nodded. "Looks like you got hit on the head pretty hard. Can you tell me about that?"
"The bastard cheated," Jerica snapped.
"JERICA," Derik scolded.
"It's alright," Dr. Ada said with a small smile. "I try not to make judgment calls, but I won't stop Jerica... and you are, by the way?"
"Derik," Derik muttered. "The uncle. And guardian."
Dr. Ada raised an eyebrow, looking back at Jerica. "How old did you say you were?"
"Nineteen," Jerica muttered. "But... I don't mind if he stays."
As annoyed as they were with each other, Derik's presence still made her feel vaguely more secure. Dr. Ada nodded. "So... someone 'cheated'? How so?"
"I think it was a bookend... I'm not sure." Jerica looked past Dr. Ada, making eye contact with Rek with a silent question. He nodded. She looked back at the doctor. "It was a bookend."
Dr. Ada watched the exchange, looking at Rek. "You were present?"
"Yes, ma'am," Rek answered.
"And how do you fit into all this?" Dr. Ada asked coolly.
"I'm her cousin," Rek answered.
Dr. Ada nodded, eyes flicking between him and Derik. "I'm going to need to ask you to both step out of the room for a moment."
Jerica tensed but then thought about it a moment. She was pretty sure she'd heard this would happen, in one of the self-defense classes she'd taken. That the doctor would insist on talking to her alone.
"I'm not going anywhere," Derik said firmly.
"I must insist," Dr. Ada said, equally firmly.
"No," Derik said, glaring at her. "There's nothing you can't do with me staying here, unless you've got something to hide."
Jerica looked between them. "Derik, it's okay."
"It's not okay," Derik insisted.
"She thinks you did it, Derik," Jerica said flatly.
"I didn't!" Derik said, turning an incredulous look on the doctor. "I would never do that!"
"I know that," Jerica cut in, somehow now being the voice of reason. "And you know that. But she doesn't know that. It's good for her to check, if I was in danger. Just leave. You can come back after she realizes I'm telling the truth."
Derik gaped at her for a moment, then frowned with a 'hmph' and started towards the door. Rek also slipped past the doctor to get to the hall.
"You've been here before, because of this?" Dr. Ada asked coolly.
"No," Jerica shook her head, cringing a bit as it sent a pang of pain through her head. "I just took a class on keeping yourself safe, and they said this would happen... this is what's happening, yeah?"
Dr. Ada didn't answer that, but she did sit down on her stool. "Is there trouble at home?"
"No," Jerica answered honestly.
"Are you sure?" she asked calmly. "I won't tell either of them if you say yes."
"I'd be honest with you, if there was," Jerica said. "But there isn't. Neither of them would hurt me, ever. I'm telling the truth."
"Your uncle seems a little riled..."
"He's worried." Jerica waved away her concern. "I promise you he didn't do this. I got into a fight with my neighbor because I heard him hurting someone I care about and decided to get in the middle of it. I'm not being abused... just beat up. Once."
Well, it had been multiple times. Jerica had a lifetime of running her mouth and facing the consequences of it, at this point.
Dr. Ada nodded and pulled the door open, telling Derik and Rek they could come back inside. Derik was more subdued as he came back in.
"Did you lose consciousness?" Dr. Ada asked.
"No."
"Headache?"
"I mean, yeah," Jerica said. That seemed like a stupid question. She had a huge knot on her head. Of course she had a headache.
"Any slurred speech or confusion?"
"No." There was nothing confusing about what had happened, or what she felt about it all. Rek squinted at her, considering whether or not to call her on the lie. She had definitely been slurring her speech earlier.
"Nausea or vomiting?" Dr. Ada asked, taking Jerica's hand gently and looking it over.
Jerica hesitated, wondering what it would mean if there was. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. "No."
"You liar," Rek cut in. "You threw up three times."
Jerica grunted, frowning at him.
Dr. Ada jotted it down. "Any restlessness or agitation?"
"...No?" Jerica hesitated, glancing at Derik and Rek.
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"... yeah," Jerica admitted, looking back at the doctor. "I've been being... a little bit of a bitch."
"By which she means she's been sulking on the couch and refusing to speak aside from cussing at us," Rek elaborated.
"... yeah," Jerica repeated. She'd need to apologize for that. Eventually.
"Alright, I definitely think there's a likelihood of a concussion," Dr. Ada said. "And we'll need to see if your hand is broken. Let's take you for an x-ray."
Jerica was sulking like she was in middle school all over again, but grudgingly allowed the doctors and nurses to poke and prod her, and eventually walked away with the diagnosis of a concussion, broken hand, along with some domestic assault resources. She refused to go to the car, however, until Bo came out again.
After an agonizing hour in the waiting room, Bo finally stepped out. His expression in and of itself was telling: he looked defeated, and deflated, and he had a patch over his right eye. Normally he stood tall in a room, towering over everyone with his height, but somehow he looked small, with his shoulders slouched and drawn inward as he held one hand in his pocket and the other around a thick packet of papers.
Jerica was on her feet in an instant, all but running to him. She'd not managed to avoid a cast on her right hand, and it'd been agitating her for the full hour they'd been waiting, but now it was forgotten. "Bo-Bo!"
Bo looked to her with softened eyes, but he didn't smile. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and extended his arm, pulling her into a one-armed hug. She leaned into the embrace, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She cringed as that made her cast hurt -- and probably dig into his back -- and loosened her grasp a bit. But still had her arms wrapped around him protectively.
"Hey, Jer," he said quietly. "Nice cast. Sorry about your hand, though."
"Eh, I thought I deserved a souvenir, if I had to come," she said, trying to be light-hearted. But her joke felt flat. "What did they say about you?"
Bo glanced over at Rek and Derik, who were both on their feet now but still stood in front of the chairs in the waiting area, giving them a bit of space. Jerica could see Bo swallow nervously as he looked back down to Jerica, and he held his hand on her back, not quite pulling away from the hug fully.
"Well... at first, thought it might be an ocular migraine at first because of my symptoms," he started to explain slowly. "But after looking at it they're saying that somehow my optic nerve got severed. They kept asking if I did anything to injure my eye, but I can't that I recall. It's apparently a real uh, freak thing that doesn't happen often. But um, I guess the big news is that the blindness is irreversible. But otherwise, I'm okay."
He paused, glancing down at the papers under his other arm. The bottom fell out of Jerica's stomach as she looked up at him in horror. Permanent? What could she even say to that?
"I have prescriptions for some stuff. Drugs I don't know how to pronounce. One's a painkiller and one's for... I forget how to explain it," he said distantly. "They uh, gave me a bunch of uh, resources, for uh..."
He trailed off, still looking down at the stack of papers.
"Life with one working eye," he finally said.
There was another pause but he spoke up before she could say anything.
"I have to come back in, they said," he said. "Because they want to run some more tests to make sure it's not some other stuff but they ruled out anything life-threatening. At least, like, well, I mean they let me out for now... yeah."
Jerica's heart was racing, but a tiny sliver of self-awareness was screaming that her panicking wasn't going to do anything for him. It was him that felt bad. He didn't need to be comforting her fears. She nodded shakily. "Okay. We'll do that, then. We'll... we'll get you through this. Derik will give me money to buy our Lyft, whenever we need to come back."
She glanced at Derik, who nodded quietly, a sympathetic expression on his face.
"I uh, I called my dad," Bo added. "He's on his way and he'll be here soon. So he can help too. And my grandpa said he'd cover my ER bill."
"That's good." Jerica nodded, then hesitated. This wasn't at all how she'd envisioned Derik and meeting Bo's dad. In fact, she wasn't even sure she'd been envisioning them meeting in the first place. That seemed like pressure. "That's... good."
Well, they were about to see how it was going to go, anyway.
She heard a phone go off and immediately sourced it to Bo's pocket. Bo pulled out his phone, quickly picking up and putting the phone to his ear.
"Yeah," he said, and she could hear what sounded like Kazimir's muffled voice on the other end. "Yeah. Okay, yeah. We're just in the waiting--"
Bo stopped to look up as Kazimir came through the waiting room door with a visitor's wristband and his arms already extended as he rushed to Bo. Jerica stepped back at the last moment, realizing that she was going to get crushed between the two of them if she stayed in the way. But she didn't back too far away, staying probably a bit awkwardly close, but unwilling to be forced fully out of the picture.
Kazimir pulled Bo into a tight embrace, and Bo hugged him back, and they stood there for a solid minute, neither of them relenting or pulling away. Though Bo had lowered his head into his dad's shoulder, she could see his one visible eye tearing up. At that point, she realized she needed to butt-out, and took a few awkward steps away, glancing helplessly at Derik and Rek, who had both approached to a polite distance away.
Derik held his arm out to her in a silent beckon for her to come to him, and she walked into his arms, letting him hold her close even though she kept her gaze fixed intently on Bo and Kazimir.
Eventually, Kazimir patted Bo's back, and Bo did the same in return, like an unspoken cue to let go, and they pulled away, but Kazimir kept his hands on Bo's arms, looking him over.
"We'll figure this out, son," Kazimir said quietly, but just loud enough for everyone to pick up on. Jerica got the impression that Kazimir wasn't a good whisperer. "You're going to be okay."
Kazimir patted Bo's cheek with a surprising sense of tenderness for a man so tatted and burly, and then turned to look at Jerica and her family while Bo stood by, looking like he was just trying to keep back more tears.
"Jerica," Kazimir said with a grizzled smile. "Would be good to see you again under different circumstances, but still. This your old man?"
He gestured to Derik.
"Close enough," Jerica agreed, nodding to him with a weak smile as she stepped away from Derik's embrace. "Uncle. But he raised me. This is Derik."
Kazimir walked up to Derik, extending a firm hand to shake.
"Kazimir," he said. "Bo's father."
"Nice to meet you," Derik answered, giving him a firm shake in return. "Well... it would be. Perhaps we can meet again for real once our kids don't need the emergency room anymore."
"Yeah, hell of a way to meet," Kazimir said as he pulled his hand away. "Been a crazy last - what, day and a half? Two days?"
Kazimir looked back at Bo, who nodded.
"I don't know about you guys, but since these two are clear to go, I think we should go get some food," Kazimir said, reaching back to pat Bo's back. "You guys hungry?"
"No," Jerica muttered. How could he possibly be thinking about food, when Bo was dying?
"I'm kind of hungry," Bo admitted quietly.
Jerica relented. Well, that was a different matter entirely, then. If Bo was hungry, they needed to get him food. She took his hand in her not-hurt one. "Okay. We'll get you food."
"Has she eaten?" Derik asked, looking at Rek.
"Soup," Bo answered instead. "Just before this. But not much."
Derik nodded. It was exactly the sort of thing she was apt to do. He looked at her sternly. "You are going to eat." It wasn't a question. And they both knew it. Arguing was only going to make her look childish in front of Bo and Bo 2.0.
"Glad we can all agree on something so soon after meeting," Kazimir said with a smile that seemed to not quite the mood, but the way he said it seemed reminiscent of Bo's humor, just a little less... graceful? He and Bo had the same smile. Jerica was starting to see more where Bo might've gotten his sense of humor from - at least a little. "I was thinking Chick-fil-a or Mc'D's."
Jerica looked up at Bo, giving his hand a squeeze. She didn't care where they went. She wasn't hungry, so nothing was going to sound good.
"Chick-fil-a's waffle fries are better," Bo said. "From a purely objective opinion. Hopefully that doesn't cause a riot."
"Pretty sure they season their fries with crack not salt," Jerica said. Trying, and failing, to lighten the mood. At least her delivery wasn't there.
"Yeah, but don't tell the FDA that," Bo said with the first hint of a smile she'd seen since he stepped into the waiting room.
"Ain't no narc," she said, also forcing a tiny smile, glad to see that he was, as well.
"Perfect," Kazimir said. "Bo, you can come with me. I actually drove my car this time, are you proud?"
"You're like a real dad now, dad," Bo said, and the two of them shared a small smile.
"You three wanna meet us there?" Kazimir asked, looking mostly to Derik. Derik inclined his head, glacing at Jerica. "We'll just go to the one on 13th street."
Jerica didn't love the idea of having to part with Bo, but a small part of her monkey brain realized she needed to stop being so clingy. Kazimir cared about Bo as much as she did, if not more. She needed to give them a moment. She nodded, but still didn't let go of Bo's hand.
Bo gave Jerica's hand a squeeze.
"That ok, Jer?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, of course," Jerica said half-heartedly. She looked down at their hands, and, reluctantly, loosened her grasp. "Of course."
"Race you there," Kazimir said with another too-cheesy smile and a snicker before he and Bo turned to leave, exiting the waiting room doors. Bo paused in the doorway to give one last look to Jerica, meeting her eyes with a soft but sad smile.
She returned it, feeling like she had to muster every last bit of strength she had within her, to manage it. Then she looked at Derik. "Well, come on, then. We're losing the race."
Derik snorted but followed her to the door as she started towards it. Rek trailed close behind, and they got to the car fairly quickly. Derik made no effort to drive quickly, however, despite Jerica's protests.
"Jer," Derik sighed at last. "Give Bo a moment with his dad. You've had me here the past several hours -- Bo's been on his own in an exam somewhere, getting told he's going to be half-blind for the rest of his life."
Jerica took a deep breath but nodded. He was right. He was always right.
"Everything is going to be alright, though," Derik said after a moment, tone soothing. "You've both been through hell. Neither of you is going to recover quickly. But you'll get through it. And you'll be at each others' sides while you do."
Jerica nodded again, not quite sure whether she was more relieved by the thought of getting to be over-protective about Bo, or by the knowledge that he was going to be with her as she recovered. But they'd get through it. Together.
By the time they got to the Chick-fil-a, Jerica was in a better headspace. Still anxious. And worried. And a bit scared, if she was honest. But her emotions were more stable, and she was glad that Derik was back to being a source of comfort rather than a disciplinarian. He'd gotten enough of a lecture in between her assessments to satisfy him, and was willing to call a truce. At least until she felt better.
Jerica sprang out of the car the instant they parked, before Derik even got the car turned off.
"Don't be needy," Derik reminded before she managed to get the door closed.
She frowned at him through the window but then forced herself to take a deep breath and nod. Don't be needy. She could manage that. She didn't want to smother Bo. And she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of his dad. Or Derik, for that matter -- but she'd had a lifetime of being absurd in front of him, so he was the least of her concerns. She forced herself to take a moment to compose herself, waiting for Rek and Derik to get out of the car, then strode towards the doors with them.
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