*he smiles faintly. normally he cares little for miracles, acts of god. he was raised in a house where your belief was anything you wanted to be, no pressure, no restraints. if you wanted to believe in an all seeing, all powerful god by all means go ahead. if you wanted to believe in the teachings of one simple man with a book, you could do that too. but Jack himself had never bought into god, miracles, things like that…
…he probably never would. but at this moment, the phrase ‘love makes miracles happen’ brings a sense of warmth to his heart. Jack looks at Rhonda and smiles faintly*
…thank you. that means a lot. to hear that.
She smiles back, reaching over carefully to pat his hand reassuringly. “You’re welcome. Don’t give up.”
And she leaned back, hoping she hadn’t gotten her stethoscope caught on the girl’s tubes. “Are you hungry, by the way? I can get you some food if you’d like. Something to fill your stomach before you sleep.”
no, thank you though. i appreciate that.
*he smiles faintly, truly thankful for her to offering him this much. her words, so far, were more than enough to help calm his panic*
Jack Maple 