Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

Hazel was quick to answer. “Yes..I am Hazel...he is my husband.” Her voice held her desperation. “The patient wants to see you.” Hazel was quick to walk to the ICU ward where her beloved husband was. As soon as her eyes landed on her husband’s body, tears started to roll down her eyes.... She walked closer to him. He with great difficulty looked at her...... “H-hazel....are y-you okay?” His sentence was enough to make Hazel fell in love with over and over again and it was the moment she realised that her husband love her the most in this entire world.......

Four days after the incident, the day of my discharge… I am completely fine, my legs feel great, I can run over the moon and literally dance till I'm exhausted, but I am not completely fine, how could I be. Liam is still unconscious and I haven't even laid eyes on him. He's been taken away from the icu and placed in a vip ward. They wouldn't let me see him. And well, today is an exception because I am no longer a patient in the hospital, but a wife who would like to see her sick husband.

But it’s time for you to move on. Logan was about to speak when a nurse interjected, ‘Mr Wilde, we need to do a check-up on the patient. And he shouldn’t be talking.’ Logan nodded. ‘Okay. Let me know if anything changes.’ He left the ICU and went upstairs. Naomi was overjoyed to hear that her husband had woken up. There were tears in her eyes when she looked at Logan. ‘I can’t thank you enough.’ ‘You don’t have to. Just focus on getting well. You don’t want Uncle Ralph to see you in this state.’

“They will remain in the ICU for observation for some time before we move them to private rooms. We need to monitor for any immediate rejection or post-op complications.” “Okay, doctor. Thank you so much. Truly.” I reached out and squeezed his arm, my grip tight enough to show the desperation I had been carrying. “You are welcome, dear. Now go get some rest. You’ve been through a war today, and you look like you really need it.” He smiled gently, a fatherly glint in his eyes. I chuckled, a weak, shaky sound. “I will. Thank you.” He nodded to the group and left, his footsteps fading down the hall. I turned back to the ICU door. They were in there. Safe. Both of them. For the first time in yea

I assured him that I was feeling much better and couldn't wait to get back to our normal routine with our daughter by our side. I nodded. He guided me towards the wheelchair. Trence wheeled me out of the room; the tension in the air was palpable, overshadowing the relief of finally leaving the hospital. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the urgent call from the doctor, the words "code red" sending a shiver down my spine. They were running towards the ICU.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

She sighed, “There’s no easy way to say this, and I need you to be strong, Mrs DeLuca. Do you want me to call your grandfather?” “No.” I said, “Just tell me. Lay it out.” She nodded, “Your husband is in a coma, Mrs DeLuca. And we cannot promise you when he’ll be back. The injury… It was fatal. It’s a miracle that he is alive. But recovery… There's no promise of that. Few patients wake up in days or weeks, and few take months and years. And even when they do… there is no guarantee of their brain function. His memory, his speech, his motor function… anything could have been affected. We won’t know it until he wakes up, and we don’t know when that will happen.”

"Sad news? What sad news is that?" "Your husband is paralyzed at the moment, ma'am. It might take a while for him to recover on his own but with the help of medicines, he should be fine. He can as well stay in the hospital where he will be able to receive proper treatment to get healthier quickly. He shouldn't be put through stress anymore because I can't assure of his longevity if something such happens to him again. I am nearby, please excuse me." The doctor walked out on them while Mandarin fell flat on the chair with dizziness. She looked at her husband as a tear smoothly slipped out of the corner of her eye. So this was it, the end of it all.

I replied politely. Ethan and his mother ran up to us. “How’s my dad? Is he going to be okay?” he asked. His mother ran up to me, her eyes red, probably from crying or worrying too much about her husband. “Meadow, how’s my husband? Is he okay? Is he still alive?” she asked. “Yes, Mrs. Anderson. The surgery was a success, and Mr. Anderson is in the ICU now. You can go and see him once he regains consciousness,” I said.

I was looking between them as they began to argue, I backed away as I saw the doctor come towards us, I walked passed them and over to the doctor, “Ms. Smith?” I immediatly nodded, “Yes, is he okay?” The doctor shook his head as I felt my knees give out, I fell down to the floor. The doctor grabbed onto me, “Listen to me Ms Smith, your husband is alive. He came out of surgery with several complications, we’ve lost him several times. He’s incubated at the moment, the next 48 hours are crucial for him, if he makes it through them then he should be able to recover from this.”