All Chapters of Her Ultimate Salvation: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Matt POV We had spent hours sitting and then pacing while waiting for word on Alexa. The longer the surgery went, the more the tension in the waiting room increased. I could feel the fear coming from Amelie. I had tried to persuade her to leave with me and wait for word on the surgery, but she had refused. Not that I was surprised. She was intently watching the door for any sign of what was happening. “Amelie, this could take hours. I need to know you are looking after yourself,” I said softly as she slowly turned to look at me. “I made a decision I had no right to make,” she replied, tears filling her eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked her, pulling her into my lap. Her head rested on my shoulder, as I felt her tears be absorbed by my shirt. “I should not have said do anything to save her. What if she is not the same?” Amelie asked. “She has had so much trauma, sweetheart. I am sure knowing you care enough to make that decision will mean th

Amelie POV I could see the fear and sweat dripping from the doctor’s face. I knew he was afraid of the answer he would get if he asked for proof of life. But it had to be done to know what we were up against. “Yes, this is me,” he responded. We could all hear the conversation with our wolf hearing, so we were listening in on the conversation. “Are you alone?” the voice asked. “No,” he replied tersely. “Just as well, I want you to excuse yourself from the room. I want to know how dear Alexa is doing today,” the voice said. The doctor looked to Colby who nodded. Matt and Colby then followed the doctor to the entrance of the doorway. “Okay,” the doctor said. Matt and Colby opened their links to us, so we could also hear what was being said. “How is she?” the voice asked. “She is not doing well. I need to bring her out of the coma to save her,” the doctor responded. There was a pause, “Not yet,” the voice said, cruelly. “She wil

Amelie POV I sat holding Alexa’s hand for hours. Matt had returned and we had a quiet dinner together. “Won’t you come home with me?” Matt pleaded half-heartedly knowing I had made my mind up and would be staying with Alexa. “I will come home once she wakes up. I do not want her waking on her own,” I said, as he smiled at me. “I know sweetheart; I just had to selfishly ask,” he admitted as he pulled me close to him. “Please try to get some rest,” he said softly against my head. “I will,” I promised, as he reluctantly released me. He gently placed his palm against my flat tummy, “Take care of your momma, little one,” he said, as he kissed me softly. I put my hand over his as his lips caressed mine. “I cannot wait to have you in my arms,” he whispered against my lips. I smiled against his lips as he slipped away from me, removing his palm from my tummy. “Let me know when she wakes up,” Matt said before slipping from the room. A p

Amelie POV Matt immediately put me in a chair when we entered the room. Alexa looked to me for an explanation but before I could offer anything the doctor entered the room. He had a frown on his face, which caused me a bit of anxiety. Matt put his hand on my shoulder, offering some support. “I have run every test I can to determine what is happening,” Dr. Winthrop shared. “And?” Colby asked rather impatiently. “The tests have offered no conclusive reason for Alexa’s issue with her legs,” he stated. “What the hell does that mean?” I asked, anger resonating from my body. The doctor looked to me sympathetically, before looking to Alexa, “Unfortunately, it means there is no logical, medical reason you are experiencing a lack of feeling in your legs,” he replied. “How is that possible?” Alexa asked. “In rare, and extreme, cases we see this happen; it is called phantom paralysis,” the doctor stated. “Phantom paralysis?” Kate inquired as

Amelie POV It had been a week with Alexa working hard at her rehabilitation. She had started feeling some tingling in her legs and the specialist was encouraged by her progress. “I promise you, this will be worth it in the end,” he assured her on a daily basis. I could tell Alexa hated his words, and she hated the exercises even more. “You are so close, I can feel it,” I assured her as she did her exercises with me. The physiotherapist had shown me what to do to help Alexa. With Alexa’s growing frustration, few wanted to work with her. So, I volunteered and we had struck a simple balance. She growled and I growled back. “I wish I had your optimism,” she muttered as we finished up the exercises. “You will. Just give it a bit more time,” I encouraged her. “Time seems to be what I have the most of,” she responded bitterly. I looked at her for a moment, and then had an idea, “Do you want to get out of here?” I asked her. “What are