Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

It’s been six months since my wife gave birth to our little bundles and it’s been six months that my wife is not on our side. She’s still in a coma at the hospital but she’s not in the ICU anymore we shifted her to the VIP room already. She can breathe now on her own without the machine’s help. Dr. Pierce said that all her vitals are getting good and all we can do now is to wait for her to wake up on her own.

"Okay Mrs. Larry. Easy." "I am fine." I said, drying my tears. I could see the sympathy in the nurse's eyes. "Is your husband in the ICU?" I scoffed bitterly, biting on my lower lips. "I wish that was the case." "Oh my, did he die?" The nurse said. "I'm so sorry ma. Really sorry for your loss." "Get out." I said quietly. "Ma?" "Leave." I repeated. "Right away." "Okay ma." The nurse scurried away. "I'm sorry for your loss. He's in a better place now."

The doctor patted his shoulder and said comfortingly, “You can go in now. I won't bother your family here any longer. Just press the call bell if there’s anything, and I will come over immediately.” “Okay.” With the doctor gone, the ICU, which originally had very high requirements for a sterile environment, was no longer imposing any restrictions. This meant that the patient in the ward had started to go with the flow. Smith took his wife and daughter into the ward. His son, who was lying on the hospital bed, was still unconscious, but it was clear that he was now in a very poor condition, and he looked bloodless, pale, and thin. Smith's wife soon lost control of her emotions, and she cried

A promise to the lives growing inside me that they wouldn't grow up feeling unwanted. After forever, a doctor came through the doors. Older, gray-haired, wearing scrubs still marked with my father's blood. "Family of Theodore Chase?" We all stood. "I'm Dr. Patel," he said, looking at my mother. "Your husband is out of surgery. We removed the bullet and repaired the damage, but he lost significant blood. The next twenty-four hours are critical." "Can we see him?" Juliana asked, voice breaking. "He's unconscious. He’s been taken to the ICU. Only two visitors are allowed at a time, you’ll have to make your visits as brief as possible."

After a two-hour stretch, the door to the operating room finally swung open, and we approached the doctor, exiting the room. "The operation was successful, but we need to monitor him in the ICU for the next twenty-four hours." I struggled to comprehend the rest of the doctor's explanation. If the operation was successful, why did they have to transfer him to the ICU? A little while later, I visited my husband in the ICU. A wave of sympathy washed over me as I saw him surrounded by various medical devices, with his vital signs being closely monitored. They said comatose individuals can hear you, so I knew I should speak to him. I fell silent for a moment because my tears were uncontrollable.

Even though she didn’t have an appetite, she managed to eat most of the food. At the Stanton Private Hospital, after Austin handled the discharge procedure for his mother then he went to her mother’s private ward to fetch her. His mother looked at him and said, “Please take me to your father.” Austin nodded his head, then he escorted his mother to the ICU. Mrs Pearson’s heart nearly stopped when she saw her husband surrounded by the beeping machines and countless tubes. She swallowed the bitterness in her heart, then she held her husband’s hand and said, “Please don’t leave me, Hubby. Life without you in it holds no meaning for me.” Then she started weeping sorrowfully.

After that, the three of them immediately walked out of the inpatient room while Aluna pushed her daughter's wheelchair. The close distance between the ICU and Reya's inpatient room which near made them grateful because they could easily go back and forth to see each other's condition. Now, they were in front of the ICU room. "How is my husband?!" Reya asked her husband's family who smiled bitterly. "My husband is okay right?!" said Reya ensure hysterically. "Luis is still in critical condition! The doctor hasn't come out of that room!" Jeffri said to tell his son's wife who immediately started crying hysterically.

Speaking of pregnancy, I was supposed to have been done with the abortion procedure. “I do, and for now you’re the only family Mr. King has—“ he trails off. Before the man could finish speaking, the doctor walked out of the ICU. "Your husband is out of danger," he says, smiling. The man nods. "We'll take him home now." The doctor nods. "I'll make the necessary arrangements. Mrs. King, please follow me to sign the paperwork." I hesitate, unsure of what to do. The man turns to me, his eyes expectant. "Come on," he says.

Michael took a washcloth from the bathroom and dampened it before using it to wipe Matthew's face clean. He couldn't even imagine what his son was feeling right now. His husband was in a coma, his sister-in-law just passed, and his child is in the NICU. Matthew has barely gotten over the fact that his husband was unconscious, now he has to man up and be a father alone. Michael could only pray that his son could go through this and not give up.

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused.