Chapter Two-Hundred and Ninety-Four
Asher hammered a nail into the frame for Dominic and Jades home on the back property, wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm. They were just starting to get into mid spring, and as always, it was already boiling hot outside and the humidity didn't help. "Jimmy!" He called, motioning to the 2 x 4s on the table. "Hand me those."
Jim nodded, passing one up to Asher before he went back to his project of making new cribs for the quads and a bed frame for Dominic and Jade what even had a spot for co-sleeping beds for when one or two of the quads got sick. He lifted his gaze as Becky Daniels walked through the gate to the house, grinning as she walked over to him. "Becky, w-what's, what's up?" He stuttered, shooting Asher a glare when he snorted a laugh.
"I brought something for Claire." She held out a small gift box, biting the inside of her cheek. "The home ec class tried our best to fix J. Bs jacket."
Jimmy laughed, writing a small note on a pad of paper. "They're over at the hospital right now. But here's John's room number and floor." He froze as their fingers brushed, his shockingly blue eyes meeting her dark emerald ones. "Um… do, do you need a ride?" He asked, nodding to John's truck that he'd gained permission to drive after almost three weeks of begging. "John let me have his keys while his license is suspended."
"That would be nice." She smiled sweetly, letting him lead her to the truck that had the customized plate that read, 'Fighter' on the metal.
"Fair warning, John isn't exactly a jolly little Christmas kid at the moment." He smirked, staring the truck and backing out of the driveway.
Her brow furrowed for a moment, before her mouth popped open. "Oh… that's right, he was born in December, wasn't he?"
Jimmy nodded, chuckling with the memory of John's grumpy scowl that seemed to be there permanently. "He's more of a scrooge than a December kid should be."
"Stop fussing." Claire ordered, placing her fashion pad on her lap as John pulled and moved his leads and IVs around. "Or I'll tape your hands to the bed."
He growled, curling his lip like a caged Elvis. "I'm sick of sitting." He stated, letting his head roll to the side. "I want to move around."
"I don't care. When you can move around more than just standing up to pee, I'll let you out of the bed." She went back to her design, ignoring John's bitching and moaning as he tried to get her to give him freedom. "Stop it." She ordered, eventually standing and walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" He asked, watching her leave.
"I'm getting a coffee, and when I come back, if you're still antsy and crazy that hot coffee is going right where that catheter was." She stepped down the hallway, leaving John to his own devises to find entertainment.