Jarrod signed his name with a flourish. If he had to be honest, it wasn't exactly a flourish, but it was legible and looked somewhat like his signature. He'd come a long way since the success of the trial in Sacramento and although he didn't think he'd ever get back to the way he was, at least he was making some progress.
"Oh, I wish I could see Gene's face when he gets this," Audra sighed. "To think, the hospital is going to have a whole section named after his family."
Jarrod couldn't forget the last letter he'd received from his youngest brother. It had been written in simple language, but it was the first thing he'd read and truly been able to understand since the shooting. He was touched by Gene's show of love and support and the young doctor's lament that there just wasn't enough money to truly take care of patients with head injuries and the problems they had cut him to the core. In response, he dipped into his personal investments and was giving Gene enough to start a program to help those inflicted by head trauma, some of who might not enjoy the same support he had from his family. Jarrod knew he wouldn't have been able to come as far as he had without them.
Victoria handed him another paper and as Jarrod read it slowly, his eyes widened in surprise.
"The rest of us matched your endowment, Jarrod," she explained. "What you've been though, and how you've handled it…"
Jarrod blinked back a tear. "Thank y-you." He looked at her, at Nick and Heath and Audra, their smiles all touching his heart and this time, the tear escaped and trickled down his cheek. "I love... you."
Victoria was the first to embrace him, followed by his sister and then his brothers wrapped their arms around all of them. Jarrod knew he still had a hard road ahead if he was to regain what he'd lost, but he no longer feared the journey; he knew he would never have to do it alone.