Chapter 10 - The Operation
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April 12 arrived beneath a clear blue sky.
Josie woke before dawn, packed Toby's favorite pajamas, his dinosaur, two books, and a small notebook where she had recorded every question she wanted to ask the doctors. Toby insisted on carrying the dinosaur himself.
“It's my assistant,” he explained.
At the hospital, the nurses greeted them warmly. The surgeon reviewed the procedure and answered Josie's questions without rushing. The operation would take several hours, and there were risks, but the medical team believed Toby had an excellent chance of improvement.
When the nurse came to take him, Toby looked back at his sister.
“You'll be here when I wake up?”
“Every second.”
He held out the dinosaur.
“Keep him safe.”
Josie took it with both hands. “I promise.”
The doors closed.
For the first time in years, she had nothing to do but wait.
She sat in the surgical waiting room with a paper cup of coffee that went cold in her hands. Rosalind arrived carrying a small bag of sandwiches and sat beside her without asking permission.
“I brought enough for both of us,” she said.
Josie nodded, too anxious to speak.
Hours passed. Nurses crossed the corridor, families came and went, and the wall clock seemed to move only when Josie looked away.
At noon, she stood and walked to the window. The hospital garden below was filled with daffodils, their yellow heads bright against the damp soil.
Rosalind joined her.
“Whatever happens,” she said gently, “you have done everything a sister could do.”
Josie's eyes filled.
“I just want him to have a normal life.”
“I know.”
When the surgeon finally appeared, Josie stood so quickly that her chair scraped against the floor.
“The operation went well,” he said. “Toby is stable. We'll monitor him closely, but we are pleased with the result.”
Josie covered her mouth.
Rosalind wrapped an arm around her shoulders as the tears came. They were not the controlled tears of someone trying to appear brave. They were the tears of a person who had spent years holding everything together and had finally been given permission to stop.
“Can I see him?” Josie asked.
“As soon as he's settled in recovery.”
She thanked the surgeon twice, then laughed at herself for doing it.
When Toby woke, he was pale and groggy, with the dinosaur resting on his blanket. He blinked at Josie.
“Did I win?”
She leaned over him, laughing through her tears.
“You won.”
“Can I have a cinnamon roll?”
“Not yet.”
“Then I have to get better quickly.”
Rosalind stood near the doorway, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
A nurse adjusted Toby's monitor and told Josie the next few days would be important. Recovery would take patience. There would be follow-up appointments, medication, and changes to Toby's routine.
It wasn't a miracle that erased every problem. It was a chance.
And that was enough.
Later, when Toby was sleeping, Josie stepped into the hallway to call Evelyn. She learned that the independent board had confirmed the foundation's payment would remain intact, and the hospital had received the necessary documentation.
“Did Raphael do that?” she asked.
“He signed the guarantee,” Evelyn said. “But the board approved it independently. He cannot revoke it.”
Josie breathed out slowly.
“Good.”
Evelyn hesitated. “He has also submitted a statement acknowledging that the original dismissal was based on an investigation he failed to conduct properly.”
Josie looked through the glass at Toby's bed.
“Is it public?”
“It will be included in the formal report.”
“Then that's what matters.”
She ended the call.
Across the city, Raphael sat alone in his office while Luca delivered the news that Toby's surgery had succeeded. Raphael closed his eyes for a moment, relief moving through him so sharply that it almost felt like pain.
“Does she know I asked for the update?” he said.
“No. I got it through the foundation's administrator.”
“Keep it that way.”
Luca studied him.
“You could send a message wishing the boy well.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because the boy's recovery isn't an opportunity for me to enter their lives.”
Luca nodded slowly.
May you like
Raphael looked at the window, where the spring sun reflected off the glass towers beyond the harbor.
For the first time, he felt grateful for something he could not own.
