Kellen beamed with pride as Brent stood in the middle of the room, topless, as Sergei stepped away. Sergei's eyes were wet, a mirror of Brent's as he stared at himself in the reflection of the glass. Kellen didn't mention that he was crying and Sergei quickly wiped at his eyes, hiding it.
They both watched as Brent swallowed thickly, looking down at his new prosthetic before he attempted to move it.
The fingers curled and uncurled, his hand turning as he wanted it to and there was no way that anyone could remain without a tear in their eyes.
"Is she awake?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he attempted to keep it together. Kellen licked his lips, reaching for his phone.
"I'll call her." Kellen told him, his voice tight with unshed tears as Brent nodded, tears pouring down his cheeks but a bright, boyish smile on his face. This was exactly what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it.
