Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

She spoke with respect and kindness, and not the clinical voice one often hears when listening to a doctor report on an operation and recovery. My respect for her just rose a lot more. “He made it? When can we see him?”The woman blubbered. “You have been through this before, we will let you know when he is moved to ICU. He is still in the recovery room at the moment.” “Thank you, doctor, we had expected the worst.”The husband said, shaking my hand. “Don't thank me, If Dr Gordon had not done the surgery, I believe we might have had the worst.”

The nurse politely said to her with a smile. She shooked her head and said that she wanted to be with her husband. The nurse sadly smiled at her and said that families are not allowed inside the ICU right now. Especially, Tai in particular has severe wounds. It would be better for him to have less physical contact as it might affect his injuries more. "Mrs. Hudson, It would be better for you to rest. It's already 1 am and you're really exhausted. If you keep this up, you might end up collapsing"

The man survives but is in a vegetative state, her husband was bedridden from what they could tell, so when he once again recovered he was bedridden, in a wheelchair, quadriplegic. She seemed to be angry with his wife, becoming his caretaker, then, she had similar interests with her husband's best friend Miki, they move to the north between the mountains, it was completely far away from everything, peace, quiet, he got out of the navy, they stayed together with a nurse tending to her bedridden husband. Being a small town, sheltered by mountains, where every night was a different view, loving peace, without disregarding a man who would never leave his bed, lying down, that hour, when they too

CHAPTER 65 *** THE next morning, Infinity tried to sleep, even just a wink. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was elsewhere, and it was at her husband's. 10 a.m. is the time visitors are allowed to enter the ICU room itself. She wore a protective PPE and mask. The moment she entered the room, her heartbeat was in sync with the sound of the monitor. This is the first time she saw her husband up close after the accident. He has scars on his face and chest. Different types of IV fluids are also injected into him. His right eye was swollen last night and is now turning purple. With shaking hands wrapped with gloves, she held her husband's left hand.

The family's private medical team had delivered their verdict with clinical detachment: complete spinal cord transection, permanent paraplegia, respiratory compromise, neurogenic bladder, bowel dysfunction, erectile dysfunction—a lifetime of complete dependency. In layman's terms, the vibrant, artistic man I'd married was gone forever. I pulled a chair close to his bedside and took his hand in mine. It was still warm, still recognizably his despite the weight he'd lost in these past weeks. His wedding ring hung loose on his finger now. "Nico," I whispered, leaning closer to his ear. "I have something to tell you. Something wonderful." His eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with effort. The

"Barging in there and screaming like a lunatic! You terrified her!" ​I stood there, gasping for air, staring at the man I had married. My vision began to blur with devastated tears. ​"I terrified her? I terrified her?!" My voice cracked rising into a hysterical pitch. "August, I have been in the ICU for a week! I almost died! You left me on that mountain all alone and I spent the last seven days fighting to stay alive so I could come back to you! And I come home to find you spoon-feeding some strange woman in our living room!"

"I’m so sorry for your loss." I returned his smile reassuringly. "Don’t worry about it. It happened months ago. It’s tough, but I have to keep fighting against life’s challenges. I witnessed my husband’s death, and it’s a miracle that we’re still here. We moved here for a fresh start, to find a better place to heal." "That must have been incredibly hard," Dax said, shaking his head. "Those murderers…"

Only this morning, she was very lively. She told me that Let's make our present and future brighter than our past. But I never imagined in my wildest dream that this would happen. Why did it happen to her? I walked beside her bed when they wheeled her to her ICU. As I was about to enter the room. the nurses stopped me. “Sir, you can not go in. The patient is in a critical situation and …” “what do you mean? I am her husband.” I growled at her. the nurse backed down. Raunak came to me and spoke.

Her voice shook visibly. The doctor forced a gentle smile meant to calm her. “He’s stable now. We were able to manage the immediate crisis.” She exhaled weakly but did not fully relax. “What happened?” “I’d like to discuss that privately,” he said. “Can we talk in my office?” She turned to look through the ICU glass window at her husband’s frail body lying motionless on the bed, surrounded by machines. Tubes ran from his arm. Monitors beeping steadily. Her heart clenched.