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Jardine had a wide smile on her face as she sat in front of Lancelot, spoon-feeding him. It's been hours since he regained consciousness, and after a thorough checkup by the doctor, they were advised to give him enough food.

Jardine's joy knew no bounds. Seeing her Lancelot right in front of her with his eyes opened was a sight she'd prayed for over a year. The love of her life was finally back to her.

"Do you like it?" She beamed at him, trying to scoop in more with the spoon.

"I sure am," Lancelot smiled.

Then she fed him more.

His parents were there as well and just watched from the cushion.

"It's so good to finally have you back, son. The past nineteen months have been hell for us." Mrs. Winslet chimed in.

Lancelot had almost broken down when he was told he had been in a coma for nineteen months. Nineteen months was a whole lot of time, and it hurt him to know he'd missed a lot of things, especially Jardine, who couldn't enjoy the marriage.

"I know, right?" He lisped. "I'm