Chapter 21: "Whispers of the Heart"

I stepped quietly into Jasper's room, my footsteps gentle and purposeful. As I stood there, observing his peaceful slumber, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. My father's words echoed in my mind, reminding me of the importance of maintaining professional boundaries.

But in that moment, as I gazed at Jasper's serene expression, I couldn't deny the connection we shared. It was more than just a physician-patient relationship; it was a connection that defied logic and explanation. Our interactions were filled with unspoken understanding, as if we were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

As a physician, I understood the significance of protecting boundaries, but my heart yearned to offer comfort and support beyond the confines of my role. I knew that walking this fine line wouldn't be easy, yet the desire to be there for Jasper, both as a doctor and a friend, was overpowering.

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of the delicate balance I needed to maintain. I would be there for Jasper, providing the best medical care possible, while also respecting the boundaries that safeguarded both of us.

Yet, amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, I could hear the echoes of my father's advice, ingrained in my mind like a steadfast mantra. "Edward," he'd told me, his voice filled with wisdom and experience, "always remember to maintain your professional demeanor, regardless of the circumstances. The patients rely on your expertise, and it is your duty to provide them with the utmost care and respect."

These words resonated deeply within me, reminding me of the delicate balance I must strike between personal desires and my commitment to the medical profession. While the chemistry between Jasper and me was undeniable, I knew that my role

demanded a certain level of decorum and restraint.

Jasper's father sat up on the sofa bed and remarked, "He's always been very angelic when he's sleeping." I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, having spent the entire night at the hospital, unwilling to leave his son's side.

I returned his smile and commented, "It looks like he's sleeping peacefully. Was he able to rest last night?"

His father smiled back at me and replied, "Yes, he was able to rest for most of the night. He woke up a few times, crying in pain and needing assistance to use the restroom, but overall, he managed to get some rest."

Nodding in understanding, I said, "I'm glad he was able to rest at least a little. This is such a challenging time for him, and I know he's in a lot of pain. Hopefully, when I speak to Dr. Williams today, he will be able to provide us with more information. My shift will be ending soon, but I'm determined to stay here with Jasper until we know what the next steps are. I did see Dr. Williams on the unit a few minutes ago, so I'm sure he'll update us soon."

He smiled again, expressing his gratitude.

"Thank you, Edward, for everything you're doing for Jasper. I like to see young guys like yourself doing your thing. You seem like you're straight up and I like that. You're very kind and there's nothing worse than somebody who can't show compassion. Most importantly, it's evident that you genuinely care about your patients. I know we were teasing you and playing around and such last night, but I want to assure you that it was all in good fun. We joke around with people we like. And I like you, and you know my baby girl from school. She speaks highly of you. I promise you…I know Lizzie was getting on her tail about running her mouth…but Rosie meant everything she said."

I laughed. "Thank you for your confidence and encouragement. Yes, Rosie is Rosie. She's a mess. I like her. She's always busting everyone's chops about something."

He laughed. "And been like that since she was able to talk. She doesn't hold anything back. If it's there it's coming."

We laughed again.

I appreciated his words and replied, "Thank you for your support and understanding. I truly care about Jasper's well-being, and I want to do everything I can to help him through this difficult time. Your reassurance means a lot to me."

He leaned back on the sofa bed, his curiosity piqued. "So how did you end up deciding to be a medical student at UW?

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, appreciating his interest. "Well, my father is a physician in Forks, actually," I began. "Growing up, I was exposed to the medical field from a young age. Seeing my father's dedication and the impact he had on patients' lives inspired me. I admired the way he cared for people and wanted to follow in his footsteps."

He nodded, acknowledging my connection to the medical profession. "Ah, so Dr. Cullen is your father," he remarked. "Jasper did mention a Dr. Cullen in Forks. He said he saw him last week. Makes sense that you would be his son."

I nodded, confirming his assumption, but refrained from divulging any specific details due to patient confidentiality. "Yes, that's my father," I replied. "He's an incredible physician, and I've learned a lot from him."

He shifted his attention back to our conversation, a hint of concern in his voice. "Edward, I gotta keep it real with you, son."

"Alright," I said, feeling a little nervous about how he said that.

"I may be many things, but dumb ain't one of 'em."

I listened close, getting more and more anxious.

"I saw somethin' last night between you and Jazz. I know my kid, Edward. That boy couldn't stop talkin' about you after you left."

I smiled, glancing over at Jasper knocked out in deep sleep. He was breathin' softly, completely out. Couldn't hear us even if he tried, but we kept our voices low. Truth is, I couldn't stop talkin' about him either.

"I saw a chance for Jasper to be a regular young adult again. Music's his jam, always has been, and damn, he's got talent. I liked that you brought him out of his misery for a little bit last night. He's been to hell fooling with that piss ass mother fucking so-called husband of his. But last night did my heart good. That's the Jasper we know, not this mess James turned him into."

I nodded, feeling that anger rise up again. But I quickly checked myself, remembering my dad's words to stay neutral.

"I get it," I said.

"What matters most to me is that Jasper receives the care he needs. And look here…Man I know you and Jasper are young…I get that. I hate that my prince is tied up with that stupid ass slut licked bitch…"

WOW!

"…but hopefully he won't be for long. But it's perfectly normal to feel attraction towards others. There's nothing wrong with being drawn to people. You haven't done anything wrong."

"Now, Edward, I ain't no stranger to ethics and keepin' it professional. I have do that in my own law practice. But I'm also a good judge of character. And you, son, you stand out to me. But I know once he's outta here, you won't be his doc anymore. Gives Jasper a chance to have a friend his own age to hang with."

I felt hella flattered and touched by his support for his son, and the fact that he saw something in me that he thought would be good for Jasper, his precious boy.

"But right now, my main focus is making sure my baby is gonna be alright. He's been through some serious shit."

I smiled, my heart melting when he called his grown-ass son his baby. Clearly, he's a loving and supportive father. I understood his concerns and reassured him.

"I got you, Mr. Whitlock. I'm laser-focused on Jasper's well-being. I care about his care and I'll do everything in my power to help him recover. I won't front, I feel something for him. Not sure what exactly, but it's there. But know that the attraction I feel is secondary to his care."

He acknowledged my words with a nod, a genuine appreciation evident in his eyes. "Edward, thank you for your honesty. That's exactly what I was hoping to hear. It's clear to me that you care about Jasper, and that means a lot. Your genuine concern and sincerity shine through, and I appreciate that,"

I couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude at his words. It was reassuring to know that my intentions and emotions were being understood and valued. I had always believed in the importance of authenticity, and to have it recognized and appreciated by Jasper's father was truly gratifying.

He leaned in, his eyes showing genuine interest. "Tell me, Edward, how did you end up working at the church?"

"I love volunteerism especially at medical clinics. I volunteered at the local clinic once and loved it. At that point everything clicked. Interacting with patients, witnessing their struggles, and being able to offer them support and care—it was a profound experience. I realized the impact I could have on individuals and communities through medicine, and that's when I knew it was helping me fulfill my purpose."

He leaned back, a contemplative look on his face. "That's deep, Edward. It takes a special kind of person to dedicate themselves to the well-being of others. What do you hope to achieve once you're done?"

"I want to bridge the gap between medical knowledge and compassionate care. I aim to provide not just the best medical treatment, but also empathy, understanding, and a listening ear. I want to be there for my patients and support them not only in their physical healing but also in their emotional well-being."

He smiled, a hint of pride evident in his eyes. "I have no doubt you'll make a difference, Edward. Jasper is lucky to have you in his corner. You've got the heart and the drive."

I felt a swell of gratitude for his words. "Thank you, Mr. Whitlock. I'm honored to be a part of Jasper's journey toward recovery, and I'll do everything I can to make sure he receives the care he deserves."

As our conversation continued, I couldn't help smiling and stealing glances at Jasper's unruly blond curls. They were a constant source of fascination for me, and it seemed like his father had caught on to my admiration.

"I think it's about time I give that boy a comb and brush, or maybe even a haircut," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "He's got a head full of hair, that's for sure. But you know what? I've always loved his hair, even when it's wild like this."

His comment made me blush, feeling a warmth spread through me. I couldn't help but smile over at Jasper, wanting to express just how much I adored his unique and captivating locks. He looked so innocent and sweet…and yes just plain adorable. I spoke in a hushed tone, as if sharing a secret.

"They're perfect," I murmured, my voice filled with genuine affection. "Absolutely perfect."

Jasper's father's eyes softened, his smile growing wider. "You really see the beauty in him, don't you? After all he's been through, it warms my heart to know that someone

appreciates every little detail about my son. "

I nodded, my gaze still fixed on Jasper's hair. "It's not just his hair, Mr Whitlock. It's everything about him. His resilience, his kindness, the way he lights up a room with his presence. He's truly remarkable, and I feel incredibly lucky to serve on his medical team."

I smiled again but didn't take my eyes off Jasper.

He nodded, his eyes brimming with emotion. "I believe you, Edward. I can see the sincerity in your eyes and the way you've already been there for my son. From the first time you came in here and talked to him and asking him how his heart feels…Edward that really touched our hearts."

I nodded. Pushing back emotion, I smiled at him. "I felt his pain."

"He's been through some rough times, and it may take time for him to fully heal. But with you on his team, I have faith that he'll find his way back to the person he truly is. Edward this has broken my heart. To know my son had to endure that kind of unnecessary abuse." He lost a few stray tears my heart breaking with each one that fell. "I tried Edward to literally kill that sorry mother fucker. The only reason I didn't finish his ass was because my son asked me not to."

He rose and walked towards the door. I stepped closer to him which moved us father from Jasper. I felt the conversation shift and my protective instincts kicked in. I immediately recognized a strong urge to remain neutral. My Dad would be proud. To steady my mind, I intentionally observed the intricate details of the room—the soft glow of sunlight starting to filtering through the window, casting gentle shadows upon the walls adorned with artwork that spoke volumes about his personality and passions. The faint scent of antiseptic mingled with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating an oddly comforting ambiance within the confines of the hospital room.

As I stood before him, our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between us.

"I see." I spoke and kept my face as straight and non emotional as I could. "I'm sure Jasper had good reason."

"Well Jazz has a big heart. He loves hard. Always have. Even when he was a little boy he would love his toys long past their prime or when his pets would die for a long time he'd go outside and visit their little grave sites. He's always been very tender hearted. He just happened to meet someone who took advantage of that side of him."

"I understand."

"I love my son, Edward. There isn't a thing in the world I wouldn't do for him. I will and plan to lay my life completely down for him if it means protecting him. This level of harm will never come near him again. It's my job to take care of my family and Jasper is my son. The one and only. I don't trust James at all. So help me God, and I've told Jazz and my entire family, one move in Jasper's direction and he's done. I mean what I say."

I could hear my father in my head talking about other ways to handle this. "Have you considered legal or other nonviolent ways of handling this situation?"

He cleared his throat and looked me with the determination of a stealth bomber. "Edward, I know the law like I know the back of my hands. I need you to hear me. To answer your question, I will yield to what the law will do. Hopefully justice will be found. But young man sometimes there comes a time when you have to take those last two fucks you have to give and shove 'em up somebody's ass. Right now that's where my mind is. I'm saying if his ass doesn't go to prison and rot there, and if he comes anywhere and I mean any damn where near my son, I'm gone to finish what I started. This time there will be no mercy. Either way, he gone pay worse than he is now over there in ICU for what he did to Jazz."

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded my head in understanding.

"Mr. Whitlock, I cannot even perceive what it feels like to be in your position. I don't have children yet but I imagine that if I did, I would do everything in my human capacity to protect them. I completely understand. Jasper didn't deserve any of that. I also understand his position in not wanting to have someone murdered. More so for the protection of you guys. You're his family and I'm sure he wants to make sure you and rest of the family remains safe and intact. I'm sure the legal aspects of this will be tedious to say the least. We'll trust that legally he will pay for his crimes against Jasper."

He nodded. "Let's hope that cause if he gets a hair of a breath close to my child again he's gone."

Somehow I knew this man meant what he said.

"Edward I know you might think that's excessive. I'm okay with that. But Mickey showed me that damn video from our neighbor's yard…". His face immediately flushed with tears. He covered his mouth with his fist in a forceful effort to control himself. He paused for a few minutes but it felt like hours trying to get ahold of himself. He finally dried his face with some Kleenex near us and spoke.

"Edward…the video captured the abuse and violence against my son in my own yard. It was unimaginable. I am disgusted and devastated for my boy. I'm hurt Edward. I'm angry. I'm all sorts of things. I want justice for my son. That bastard could have killed him in the one place he should feel the safest. That's with his family. He violated him and I am mad. I'm so glad I didn't see that video before we had that fight. My mind ain't right about any of this Edward. My only concern is Jazz. I need to make sure he gone be straight,Edward. Physically and emotionally. I don't care 'bout me. If I have to be locked up then so be it. As long as Jazz is safe and healthy and he's whole, I'm good with whatever happens to me. Jazz deserves a good life. He's young. He's barely starting good. I want him to be well and live a happy life and do all the things he wants to do. That's what I want for him. That bullshit James put him through…he gone get his one way or the other 'bout my damn kid. On God,he's get gone get fucked 'bout mine."

"I understand." I nodded. And I did understand. He was angry about his son. I was mad and I really didn't even know Jasper that well.

Jasper stirred in his bed and we looked over at him. He called out for his Dad who immediately responded.

"I'm right here son." He told him.

Jasper turned over on his side and groaned. "It hurts so bad."

"I know it does Jazz. Edward's here. Maybe he can help." He looked at me for affirmation.

I nodded. Jazz' eyes lit up like a star when he saw me but I could tell he was in pain. He groaned again.

"Hi, Doc." He smiled feebly.

I smiled back as his father finished collecting himself and watched our interaction. I immediately felt that familiar rush and fought the strong urge to hug him. Fuck it! I reached out and rubbed his shoulder and arm to comfort him. After the conversation I had just had with his father, hell he needed that. I needed that.

Our eyes locked. It was a dance of unspoken words and hidden desires, a delicate balance that required the utmost care. My youthful fervor yearned to let go, to embrace the connection that beckoned, but my father's words echoed in my ears, compelling me to maintain professionalism in this delicate dance of emotions…this intricate journey of medicine and matters of the heart.

"I thought maybe you had decided not to come back to the nuthouse. I was scared for a minute there, until I saw your note." He smiled and I sat beside him. He blushed a delicate shade of rose.

Jasper's warm voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into the present moment. His words carried a sense of apology, tinged with a touch of disappointment that we had missed each other the night before. Yet, his smile softened the air around us, erasing any hint of tension that might have lingered.

"It takes more than that to keep me away." I stared down at him and so help me I felt an overwhelming sensation. The draw to this man was undeniably surreal. I laughed a little when those blue eyes closed and I heard his breath hitch. He was feeling me just as much. I struggled to push my father's voice out of my head.

"What hurts Jasper?" I responded, my voice gentle and filled with genuine concern. "I see it in your face. You're hurting."

Jasper's father, his quiet strength and unwavering support, continued to watch us. "He's been restless and hurting all night, but your visit seems to have perked him up," he shared, his words resonating with gratitude.

My gaze shifted briefly to meet his father, acknowledging his words with a nod of appreciation. I looked at Jasper again.

"Yes, I'm glad to hear that," I replied, my voice infused with a sense of genuine satisfaction. "It's important for patients to have something positive to look forward to."

Jasper's cheeks flushed with another delicate shade of pink, a subtle indication of his internal emotions. His eyes momentarily averted mine, as if seeking refuge in a momentary escape, before finding the courage to meet my gaze once more. The unspoken connection between us lingered in the air, a delicate dance of emotions that defied the sterile confines of the hospital room.

As I sat there, immersed in the interplay of human connection and professional responsibility, my mind briefly traveled back to the words of wisdom imparted by my father. His voice echoed in my thoughts, urging me to maintain professionalism amidst the ebb and flow of personal desires.

With every fiber of my being, I embraced the challenge. It was a delicate balance that demanded both empathy and restraint.

"What's your pain level?" I asked

"About a seven."

"Any new pain?"

"No just same ones. And other than my heart breaking over and over…there are no new ones."

I swear I almost cried for him right then. I was sure he saw the shimmering tears glaze over my eyes. I held them in though and took a second to get my emotions under control.

I leaned in, my voice filled with empathy and understanding.

"Jasper, I can see the pain in your eyes. It's clear that your husband has broken your heart. I've been there before, and I know how devastating it can be. If you don't mind, I'd like to offer you some advice."

He nodded, grateful for my willingness to share with him. "Sure." He said.

I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "First and foremost, remember that healing takes time. It's okay to grieve and feel the pain. Allow yourself to process the emotions, but also be gentle with yourself. Give yourself the space and time to heal at your own pace."

He listened intently, absorbing my words. "I don't know how to get over this."

I continued, my voice gentle yet firm. "It's in you Jasper. You just need to believe you can connect with that part of you again. While it's important to acknowledge and embrace your emotions, you can't let them consume you. Eventually you will regain the courage and the will to take care of yourself again, both physically and mentally. You will begin to engage in activities that bring you joy and provide a sense of peace. You will surround yourself with loved ones who can offer support and understanding."

He nodded. "I want that." He admitted.

I smiled, a knowing look in my eyes. "Lastly, remember that this heartbreak does not define you. It's a painful experience, but it's not a reflection of your worth or your ability to love. Allow yourself to grow from this experience and use it as an opportunity to discover more about yourself and what you truly deserve in a relationship."

"Is that what you did?" He asked.

"Yes. I learned not to internalize the faults of others, and from that experience I learned to always pay attention and don't run from blessings that come to me."

We stared at each other without moving…for at least thirty seconds. He understood what I meant. We finally broke our trance.

I reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Jasper, you're a remarkable man with a bright future ahead of you. Don't let this heartbreak hold you back. Keep your heart open to new possibilities, and when the time is right, you'll find someone who will appreciate and cherish you for who you are."

We paused for another thirty seconds or maybe longer. We smiled at each other again. "We'll see." He said, bashfully yet a little boldly.

I nodded and chuckled. "We shall, Jasper." I was blushing profusely. "We shall."

We were lost in each other again.

"Guys! I'm still in the room!" We looked over at his Dad who was standing there palms up. "I mean, I can give y'all some time." He laughed and we smiled and blushed. "I mean damn! Y'all killing me! Just gone and kiss or something and get it out your system!" He laughed. "Young folk! Geez!"

We laughed. He was spot on! It was so obvious. We couldn't hide this if we tried.

"Edward you might as well just go ahead and reassign your duties to another physician cause ain't no way in hell you gone be able to do this. You and Jazz can't even be in the same room without all this carrying on."

"Daddy!" Jasper exclaimed. We laughed. "Oh God it was bad enough with Rosie and her mouth last night!"

I laughed and my shoulders shook. I remained quiet. His Dad was absolutely right. As crazy as it sounded I was falling for a complete stranger and he was falling for me. It was unexpected and unexplainable.

"And Edward, about my sister's comments... I'm sorry. She can be a bit too outspoken sometimes. I swear Rosie doesn't care what comes out of her mouth!" Jasper's words reflected his exasperation, tinged with a touch of amusement.

"No need to apologize, Jasper. Rosie can be very blunt and protective, and she has her way of showing it. Besides, I know how the princess is! She's never going to let me live down the fact that I borrowed lunch money from her," I chuckled, a genuine smile gracing my lips.

Jasper's laughter joined mine, the sound of it echoing through the room, momentarily eclipsing his father's suggestion. His father stood there rubbing his head, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he relished these moments of levity. It was evident that he cherished these exchanges, embracing the opportunity to witness his son's joy amidst the trials of recovery.

"Edward now you see where and who Rosie gets it from. She's exactly like my Dad. Mama and I are the only ones with filters and sense."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Well y'all I'm sorry! I just believe in keeping things one hunnid! I just don't believe in beating 'round stuff. It is obvious to a blind 'dunkey' humpin' in New York that there is a connection between you and Jasper. Man! Y'all full of shit! So the truth is y'all barely know each other, and y'all like each other… now gone and stop playin.' Stop with the shenanigans….all this blushing and he-he …ha-ha…mannnn…y'all need to quit. If you feeling each other…well damn…you just feeling each other."

Jasper and I looked at each other and fell out. He groaned from the pain of laughing and I rubbed his arm again inviting him to settled down.

"Oh, God! Oh, oh." We laughed harder. Jasper tried to catch his breath. "Da-Dad…Oh God.. it hurts..ugh."

I laughed out loud, my breath hitching too and tears running. "Jasper you have to stay calm." I coached him.

Jasper tried hard to collect himself and his father was laughing with us. "On God, I swear Dad what the hell? The hell you say a d-dunkey…." We all fell out again.

I looked through tears at them and clutched my side. "Oh God! I can't!"

"A dunkey humpin…" Jasper sputtered. We were losing the battle to stop laughing. "Oh my god. That's funny as hell."

"I'm sayin' look at your faces with all that damn blushing and shit! Ya'll got more blood in your faces than you do in your hearts!"

We blushed redder and fell out laughing again. Finally after a while we settled down.

"Dad why don't you say what you really feel."

"Well somebody had to say it! Y'all on some mess! But I will say it makes me feel good to hear you laugh Jazz. And Edward

like I said you won't be his physician forever, so I feel like Rosie. I'm just gone keep it honest…cause life is short and Jazz has been through utter bullshit in his short lifetime…and ain't no use in cutting corners and lying 'bout this thing… I believe your presence and support can play a significant role in his life and his future. Now ya'll do what you want but based on what I'm seeing…in time y'all might end up very good friends..or what ever the hell ever!"

His voice carried a tender understanding, recognizing the importance of building relationships and offering support during times of recovery. It was clear that he saw the potential for a meaningful connection between his son and me, but he also respected the need for time and patience.

"I appreciate your insight, Mr. Whitlock. I understand the significance of fostering a supportive environment for Jasper's healing. While our relationship may currently be professional, I am committed to being there for him every step of the way…in whatever ways I'm needed."

Jasper's face was on fire!

"Just look at him! " His father motioned towards Jasper. "You're precisely what he needs, Edward. A compassionate and dedicated physician who can also be a friend. While your role as his doctor is temporary, it opens the door for a potential friendship that could have a lasting impact."

I repeated myself softly. "I will do everything in my power to provide the best care and support for Jasper, Mr. Whitlock. I believe in his resilience and his capacity to heal, and I am honored to be a part of his journey."

I heard my name bring paged to come to the nurses station. I smiled at them still laughing and shaking my head.

"I'll be back. Let me see what they need."

They laughed and nodded.

Within a few minutes I returned to Jasper's

, but this time my face was composed and my voice steady as I delivered some not so good news.

"I have an update, Mr. Whitlock, Jasper. I just spoke to Dr. Williams who will be in here shortly. We need to proceed with surgery immediately, Jasper."

Fear completely took over the face that was full of laughter moments before.

"Surgery? Why?" His father inquired. "Edward, what's going on?"

"Remember last night when I explained testicular torsion? The scans show that my diagnosis was correct. The condition has progressed, and it's imperative that we reverse the damage and address the tears in Jasper's colon. That's what is causing the bleeding."

Jasper shook his head. "How severe is it, Edward?"

"Unfortunately, the severity is significant, Jasper. The testicular torsion has worsened, and there are tears in his colon that need to be repaired. We also need to address an infection that has developed, which we're also already treating with some antibiotics. We will adjust those."

Jasper sighed. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"You're going to be fine Jasper. To perform the necessary surgery, we will need to put you under general anesthesia. I want to assure you both that our surgical team is highly skilled and experienced in these procedures. We will take every precaution to ensure your safety and a successful outcome."

"Edward." His father nervously swiped his face. "Just tell me Jazz is going to be alright. That's what I need to hear."

"Mr. Whitlock, Jasper will be fine. Dr. Williams has been closely involved in overseeing and reviewing the case, and we have a dedicated team working together to ensure Jasper's well-being."

Dr. William's entered the room, his presence bringing a sense of comfort. Upon reaching the side of the bed, he greeted us with a warm smile.

"Jasper, it's a pleasure to see you again. How has Edward been caring for you?"

Jasper wiped his face and replied tearfully. I held his hand. "I really like him. He's professional, helpful, and genuinely concerned about my well-being. I feel safe with him. He's been doing a great job."

His words meant a lot to me, and I expressed my gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Jasper."

Dr. Williams chimed in, appreciating the positive feedback, "Yes, thank you, Jasper. It's always great to hear when our student residents excel in their roles."

Taking a moment to review Jasper's chart, Dr. Williams continued, "Jasper, Edward conducted a thorough assessment last night, and his diagnosis was accurate. I understand that this is a challenging situation for you, but rest assured, we will do everything possible to address the complications and reverse the damage. Our skilled surgical team has extensive experience with complex cases like yours, and we will work tirelessly to achieve the best outcome."

Curious about the potential risks involved, Jasper's father inquired, "Dr. Williams, what are the risks associated with the surgery?"

Facing Jasper's father, Dr. Williams responded, "Like any surgery, there are inherent risks such as bleeding, infection, or damage to surrounding structures. However, our team will take all necessary precautions to minimize these risks and ensure a safe procedure. We will closely monitor Jasper during the surgery and throughout his recovery."

Concerned about the duration of the surgery, Jasper grew more anxious. Sensing his distress, I moved closer to offer reassurance, and he visibly calmed down.

"The duration of the surgery can vary depending on the extent of the damage and the complexity of the repairs required," Dr. Williams explained. "However, you should expect the procedure to take several hours. Rest assured, we will provide regular updates to your father during the surgery, keeping him informed of the progress. To be clear… we are not to share any information with your spouse, as I've heard he has been inquiring."

Jasper quickly interjected, "Absolutely not. All he needs to know is that he got what he wanted and put me in here."

That tore my heart. I squeezed his hand.

Understanding the situation, Dr. Williams nodded and replied, "Understood, Jasper."

Expressing gratitude for Dr. Williams' expertise and for clarifying the situation, Jasper's father extended his hand, which Dr. Williams reciprocated. "We trust your judgment and the skills of the surgical team. Jazz, do they have your permission to proceed with the surgery?"

Jasper looked to me, seeking reassurance. I smiled and nodded slightly, assuring him, "The procedure is relatively safe, Jasper."

Hoping for my presence during the surgery, Jasper asked, "Can Edward be there?" It was a touching request, but I knew that I wasn't a member of the surgical team.

"Well, Jasper, Edward is not part of your surgical team," Dr. Williams explained. Seeing Jasper's disappointment, I smiled and gently caressed his arm, trying to alleviate his distress.

"However," Dr. Williams continued, "since he is a student resident and able to be present, if he agrees, he can be there. As his supervising physician, I will give my approval. He will observe and provide support until you are under anesthesia."

Jasper looked at me with pleading eyes, and I couldn't refuse him. He needed my support, and I wanted to ensure he saw my face in that room, providing a sense of security.

"Of course, I'll be there," I assured him, returning his smile. He seemed to relax upon hearing my response.

"Very well. We will arrange for that," Dr. Williams confirmed. "Jasper's health is our priority, and we will do everything in our power to ensure a successful outcome. Edward, please inform the surgical team immediately and let them know that we are proceeding with the surgery."

"Yes, sir. I'll inform the surgical team immediately so they can make all the necessary preparations," I replied.

"Alright, Jasper. The surgical team will provide you with detailed explanations about the surgery," Dr. Williams assured him.

"Okay," Jasper responded. "Edward did a great job last night, so I know what needs to be done. What else can they say?"

A proud smile formed on my face, filled with a mix of pride in his confidence and admiration for his innocence.

"Thank you, Jasper," I told him. "The surgical team will also explain the anesthesia procedures, specific instructions for the surgery, and discuss the risks and recovery requirements with you."

Jasper nodded and glanced at his father for reassurance. "It's alright, Jazz. You'll be fine. Edward will be there, and I'll be waiting in the recovery waiting room. When you wake up, I'll be right there."

"Okay, but in the meantime, you need to go home, eat, and take some time for yourself. I know you're tired of taking care of me, and you probably need a break," Jasper insisted.

His father reached out and gently brushed Jasper's hair away from his eyes. "I'm never tired of taking care of you, Jazz. It's my pleasure and I want and need to be here. Don't worry about me. I'll get myself together, but I'll be here when you wake up."

Jasper reached out to his father and embraced him, and I moved aside to allow them to be closer. Witnessing the depth of their relationship warmed my heart. I found it incredibly endearing to witness their love and affection. Being close to my own father, I could relate to the stolen hugs and kisses we shared. I appreciated that the important men in our lives didn't shy away from expressing their love and affection openly.

They exchanged expressions of love, and Dr. Williams and I smiled, appreciating the bond they shared. Leaving the room once again, my mind remained focused on the upcoming surgery.

After a few minutes, I returned to the room, my expression filled with empathy and understanding as I approached Jasper and his father.

"I'm back. Jasper, I understand that this is a challenging and frightening situation for you. I want you to know that we're here to support you every step of the way. We'll do everything we can to ensure your comfort and well-being throughout the surgery."

His father reached out a comforting hand to Jasper's shoulder, his voice filled with reassurance. "Jazz, son, I know you're scared, but we're all here for you. Edward and the surgical team are experienced professionals who will take care of you. We trust them, and we believe in your strength to get through this."

Jasper's eyes filled with tears, his voice trembling as he voiced his fears.

"I'm just so scared, Dad. This is so unfair. I'm mad because I don't deserve this. I didn't do anything to deserve this! I don't know what's going to happen, and it hurts so much. What if something goes wrong?"

My voice was gentle and soothing as I sat down on Jasper's bed, placing a comforting hand on his.

"Jasper, it's completely normal to feel scared and anxious. Surgery can be a daunting experience. But you're not alone in this. We have a highly skilled team who will be with you every step of the way, monitoring your condition and ensuring your safety. I will be there also. You're in good hands, I promise."

Jasper's father chimed in, his voice filled with love and support.

"Jazz, we totally get it. It's totally normal to feel scared, but don't sweat it. We've got your back, and we know you've got the guts to handle this. The doctors and nurses are top-notch, and they'll work their magic to make sure you're good to go. It's a step towards getting where you need to be."

I nodded in agreement, my voice filled with encouragement.

"That's right, Jasper. Trust me. Everything is going to be okay."

Jasper's tears continued to flow as he struggled to express the weight of his anguish. The words echoed in his mind, haunting him relentlessly. "He told me over and over he would always own me. That I was his to do whatever." The pain pierced his heart, causing his voice to crack. More tears cascaded down his face, creating a disheveled display of his raw emotions.

The burden of those words seemed insurmountable, etching a permanent scar on his soul. "Nothing can ever erase the fact that he was right," Jasper admitted, his voice filled with resignation. It felt as though the hurt, the pain, all of it was a constant reminder of his captor's power over him. The realization hit him with a crushing force, leaving him utterly defeated. "All because I loved him," he confessed, his voice trembling with vulnerability. The weight of his emotions threatened to consume him, leaving him on the brink of surrender.

As Jasper's father reached out, a gesture of paternal concern, I intervened, raising my hand to halt him. Despite the presumed unprofessional nature of my actions, I recognized the crucial importance of providing Jasper with unwavering support. He needed someone to lean on, someone who would understand and empathize.

"Jasper," I spoke softly, my voice filled with compassion, "is it okay if I give you a hug?" The simple act of offering comfort through physical touch felt like a tangible connection, a way to convey his worth and validate his emotions. I understood that the landscape of medicine was evolving, with physicians embracing a more open and compassionate approach towards their patients' well-being. Now was the time to bridge the gap.

In that moment, I wanted Jasper to know that he was not alone in his struggles, that his pain was acknowledged and that he had someone who genuinely cared.

As Jasper nodded, tears streamed down his face with even greater intensity. Understanding his unspoken acceptance, I gently drew him into a protective and supportive embrace. There was no need for words; the silent solace of my neutral and compassionate presence enveloped him. Within the safety of my arms, he could release his emotions without judgment or fear.

Time seemed to stand still as I held him close, providing a refuge from the storm of his pain. My unwavering support offered him a sense of security, allowing him to surrender to his vulnerability. I remained there, a steadfast pillar of comfort, until his sobs gradually subsided.

In the tranquility of that embrace, Jasper found solace, his breathing steadying and his tears gradually drying. The weight he carried seemed to lessen, if only for a moment, as he experienced the healing power of human connection and empathy.

Jasper's father, with a mixture of concern and sorrow etched on his face, chose not to intervene in the moment I shared with his son. Understanding the fragility of the situation, he delicately stroked Jasper's head, mindful of the hematoma and careful not to cause any additional discomfort. His touch conveyed a silent reassurance, a father's love and support that transcended words.

As he gently massaged Jasper's face, his own tears mirrored the pain he felt for his son. The depth of his empathy was evident, a testament to the profound bond between father and child. In that moment, he made a conscious decision to yield his fatherly embrace, recognizing the significance of the solace I providing to his prince.

This act of selflessness allowed me to gradually become a source of strength for Jasper, stepping into a role he so desperately needed in his life. It was a testament to the power of compassion and the capacity for human connection to bridge the gap between strangers, uniting us in a shared purpose of healing and support.

Together, we formed an unexpected alliance, united in our commitment to uplift Jasper from the depths of his pain. In this intricate dance of emotions, the boundaries of familiarity blurred, and the collective love and care for Jasper became the driving force that propelled us forward.

In that vulnerable moment, Jasper was enveloped by a network of compassion and understanding, woven together by the threads of familial love and the bond he was now forming with me.

"Thank you, Edward," Jasper's father whispered, gratitude and determination evident in his voice. "Never again." The words were almost a vow, a solemn promise that harm of such magnitude would ever befall his son again.

I returned his warm smile, my voice filled with unwavering compassion as I reassured them both. "I've got him. I'm here for you, Jasper, and we'll take good care of you. From this point forward, you're not alone."

Jasper nodded against my chest, finding solace in the security of our united front. His father, never wavering in his support, placed a reassuring hand on Jasper's back, offering a constant source of strength with each gentle rub.

"Remember, my prince," Jasper's father spoke with conviction, his voice filled with love and determination. "We're a team. Together, we will face this challenge head-on, and we will overcome it. You are strong, and we are immensely proud of you. You are home now, surrounded by your family who loves you deeply. We will help you stand again, and I give you my word, son. I love you, Jazz."

Before long the staff came in to get Jasper ready. His father sat by his side, his hand gently resting on Jasper's shoulder. "Jazz," he began, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and determination, "I've reached out to the rest of our family. They're aware of what's happening, and they're sending their love and support to you. They will be here when you come out. Your Mama is heading over but won't be here by the time you're in. She loves you."

Jasper's eyes welled up with gratitude. He looked at his father, his voice trembling with emotion. "I love you guys." he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for being the best parents ever."

Touched by his son's words, Jasper's father leaned in and gently kissed his forehead. "We love you too, Jazz," he replied, his voice laced with affection. "You mean the world to us. I'll see you soon."

He turned towards me. "Edward, thank you again." He extended his hand and I shook it.

"My pleasure." I told him. "He's in good hands." He nodded and smiled lovingly at his son.

In that tender moment, the bond between father and son was so strong. Their words of love and appreciation echoed in the room, providing a source of comfort and strength as the medical team prepared to take Jasper into the operating room.

Jasper was wheeled away with me at his side, his gaze locked with his father's until they were out of sight. The love and support that surrounded him would remain steadfast, even in his temporary absence.