doctor had told him that he was 'clinically dead' when the van pulled up to the emergency room doors. He hadn't learned about Renee and Brian's injuries until he saw their names on the board of the surgical intensive care unit. Jacob was beyond relieved that none of their gunshot wounds were fatal. But even so, he'd much rather be shot to death, than burned alive in a house fire.
He talked to Tyler briefly before drifting back to sleep. Jacob could see the worry in his brother's eyes; the one who'd always looked after them, trying to take on the responsibility of their well-being, even after they'd become grown men. Despite the smile Tyler had kept on his face, Jacob could tell how exhausted he was. It seemed like the weight of the world was resting on that man's shoulders.
He remembered Sean being the first person he saw when he woke up on the unit. That's when he'd been informed that Robert was the shooter. Jacob recalled the stabbing, burning pain in his abdomen when he reached the porch and feeling the wetness spreading beneath him, but after that, everything went black.
Tyler kept checking on everyone, while Vincent was keeping all the legal ramifications at bay, but Sean had refused to leave his side. Jacob had always had a special bond with his twin brother, but now, it was stronger than ever. He wished he was in a position to comfort his family like they were comforting him, but that'd have to wait. Even the smallest movement caused him pain.
The doctors had repaired a large vein and his intestines, which were struck by the bullet. The surgeon didn't think Jacob would develop an infection due to his intestinal injury, but they were keeping him on strong antibiotics, just to be safe. The nurse was going to make him get up and walk to the chair in the morning, which he wasn't looking forward to, but he needed to heal and regain his strength. The Montclairs were exceptionally close and took care of each other. They'd band together to overcome all obstacles, including Robert. Jacob would have to be ready to fight alongside his brothers; he knew for a fact that Tyler, Sean, and Vincent, were about ready to reverse the hunt.
The detectives came in earlier. He knew better than to speak with them without Vincent in the room, so Sean called him immediately. The questions weren't bad, but they were draining. Detectives Delcan and Joy would be handling the investigation, and Jacob felt those two would best be of service working at a car wash. The pair was inept at best. When Robert's body wasn't found in the driveway, he knew that the real fight had just begun. Seriously, if you're going to attack a Montclair, you'd better make damned sure you kill him. No matter how long it took, they'd find Robert and make sure he never hurt another living soul.
The pain medications the nurses kept giving him were causing him to lose track of time, and blurred his vision. Jacob could have sworn he saw that woman, who called herself Angelique, standing in his doorway in the middle of the night. Jacob blinked hard to try and focus, but she'd disappeared like dust in the wind. Maybe what he saw was real, but maybe it wasn't. The older woman had walked into the Montclair house the night of the fire, but why was she here? He'd have to tell Vincent to check into it. Hopefully he was just seeing things.
He loved seeing his brother, Tyler; his mentor, foundation, and father-figure when he was left without one. But every time he saw him, he thought of Emma. Jacob hadn't seen her yet. As angry and upset as he'd made her, she probably could care less about what happened to him. Still, he wished he could see her, even if all she did was tell him to go to hell. He could only imagine what she was going through right now.
"Hey, you're awake," said Sean while he stretched out on the chair and yawned.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty ," replied Jacob as he held his stomach and tried to stop himself from laughing.
"How're you feeling?" Sean stood
He talked to Tyler briefly before drifting back to sleep. Jacob could see the worry in his brother's eyes; the one who'd always looked after them, trying to take on the responsibility of their well-being, even after they'd become grown men. Despite the smile Tyler had kept on his face, Jacob could tell how exhausted he was. It seemed like the weight of the world was resting on that man's shoulders.
He remembered Sean being the first person he saw when he woke up on the unit. That's when he'd been informed that Robert was the shooter. Jacob recalled the stabbing, burning pain in his abdomen when he reached the porch and feeling the wetness spreading beneath him, but after that, everything went black.
Tyler kept checking on everyone, while Vincent was keeping all the legal ramifications at bay, but Sean had refused to leave his side. Jacob had always had a special bond with his twin brother, but now, it was stronger than ever. He wished he was in a position to comfort his family like they were comforting him, but that'd have to wait. Even the smallest movement caused him pain.
The doctors had repaired a large vein and his intestines, which were struck by the bullet. The surgeon didn't think Jacob would develop an infection due to his intestinal injury, but they were keeping him on strong antibiotics, just to be safe. The nurse was going to make him get up and walk to the chair in the morning, which he wasn't looking forward to, but he needed to heal and regain his strength. The Montclairs were exceptionally close and took care of each other. They'd band together to overcome all obstacles, including Robert. Jacob would have to be ready to fight alongside his brothers; he knew for a fact that Tyler, Sean, and Vincent, were about ready to reverse the hunt.
The detectives came in earlier. He knew better than to speak with them without Vincent in the room, so Sean called him immediately. The questions weren't bad, but they were draining. Detectives Delcan and Joy would be handling the investigation, and Jacob felt those two would best be of service working at a car wash. The pair was inept at best. When Robert's body wasn't found in the driveway, he knew that the real fight had just begun. Seriously, if you're going to attack a Montclair, you'd better make damned sure you kill him. No matter how long it took, they'd find Robert and make sure he never hurt another living soul.
The pain medications the nurses kept giving him were causing him to lose track of time, and blurred his vision. Jacob could have sworn he saw that woman, who called herself Angelique, standing in his doorway in the middle of the night. Jacob blinked hard to try and focus, but she'd disappeared like dust in the wind. Maybe what he saw was real, but maybe it wasn't. The older woman had walked into the Montclair house the night of the fire, but why was she here? He'd have to tell Vincent to check into it. Hopefully he was just seeing things.
He loved seeing his brother, Tyler; his mentor, foundation, and father-figure when he was left without one. But every time he saw him, he thought of Emma. Jacob hadn't seen her yet. As angry and upset as he'd made her, she probably could care less about what happened to him. Still, he wished he could see her, even if all she did was tell him to go to hell. He could only imagine what she was going through right now.
"Hey, you're awake," said Sean while he stretched out on the chair and yawned.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty ," replied Jacob as he held his stomach and tried to stop himself from laughing.
"How're you feeling?" Sean stood
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