Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

The word hit like sunlight breaking through a storm. "Oh, thank goodness," Evangeline breathed, sagging against the wall. I felt my knees weaken. "But," the doctor added, "the next 24 hours are critical." My heart dropped again. "He’s unconscious," the doctor went on. "We’ve placed him in ICU for monitoring. Only immediate family can visit briefly." Sienna straightened. "That’s us." I shot her a disbelieving glance. Since when does an ex-wife count as immediate family? But this wasn’t the time to cause a scene, so I stepped back reluctantly.

095 Nicodemo Harrington “I'm sorry, Mr. Harrington, but the chances of your wife waking up are quite slim. She has slipped into a deep coma and is currently on life support. Please let us know when you are ready to take her off it.” It had been two weeks since my wife was stabbed inside our hotel room on the night of our wedding, and the doctor's words didn't get any easier to bear. Every second of every single day, they echoed relentlessly in my head.

I sat in the ICU waiting room for three hours before the doctor came out. "Mrs. Nott? Your husband is waking up. He's confused and weak, but stable. You can see him now." I followed her down the sterile hallway. My heart pounded but my face stayed calm. I was about to perform the role of my life. The relieved wife. The woman who thought she lost everything and got it back. Brock looked small in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires connected him to machines that beeped steadily. His skin was pale. His eyes were closed but moving beneath the lids like he was fighting his way back to consciousness.

“I stayed until they took him. That’s how I knew your name. Your number was one of the last calls on his phone.” The questions hit all at once, sharp and unforgiving. “Is he…?” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The man’s expression softened just a little fraction. “He’s alive.” The air rushed back into my lungs, but it didn’t feel like relief. Not yet. “He lost a lot of blood,” the man added. “But he made it through surgery.” “Surgery…” I echoed. “He’s in the ICU now.”

“My husband… he…” I swallowed hard, the salty taste of tears still lingering in my mouth. “Is he alive?” “Mr. Carter is a very strong man,” the doctor began, his tone firm, making me hold my breath. “The surgery was a success, but he’ll remain in the ICU under observation, as the next few hours will be critical.” My legs nearly gave out, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “He survived; he’s alive!” the doctor added, noticing my state of shock. His hand rested gently on my arm, trying to bring me back to the present.

Is has been 19days now since I went through surgery. I was getting better every morning. It seems am actually going to live longer than predicted. I feel so happy. Happy that am going to spend more time with Mike, happy that am not dying anytime soon, happy that am not dying again. Happy that am finally going to live normal like others again. Immediately having kids came to my mind. Finally an going to live a normal life and have kids.

“You’ve been out for over a year. Car accident. You were walking home from school and I was arguing with my wife in the car. We didn’t see you in time. Hit you pretty bad. I’ve been here every day since.” “A year?” I stare at him and my brain feels like it’s spinning in mud. “That’s not possible. I had this whole life. I was pregnant and married and there was this guy Yuto and Ryan and… wait. You said your wife?” He nods and rubs the back of his neck looking guilty. “She divorced me. When I told her I was staying at the hospital to take care of you she lost it. Packed up and left. Said she wasn’t competing with a coma patient. Been just me and the nurses for a long time now.”

a maid called. My body froze upon hearing the call, "Hello." "Mrs Smith. I am talking from Central Hospital. Your husband Mr Smith had an accident." "No... how's ..he?" I asked, trembling "He's in The ICU." My mind went blank. I felt my world crashing. Without thinking I rushed. I entered the hospital. I went to the doctor, "How is he?"I asked, concerned. "He is out of danger. And fine. He's gonna wake up soon. We have shifted him in a room."

They strapped her back into the wheelchair as she continued spewing curses, and then pushed her toward the deepest section of the psychiatric ward's ICU. I spared her no more attention. Instead, I turned and wrapped my trembling, pale-faced wife into my arms, speaking softly. "Don't be afraid. It's all over." I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then took her hand and led her toward the hospital exit. Outside, the sunlight was perfect. Golden light washed over us, warm and gentle. It illuminated the new life we were about to welcome and the bright future waiting ahead.

“How dare he..." I didn’t hear the rest, everything around me blurred. I felt numb. Empty. Like I had died along with my baby. The days that followed were a blur. I stayed in the hospital, but I felt like a ghost. I barely spoke. I barely ate. I barely existed. Alex, Sally, and Kevin came to see me every day. They tried to talk to me, tried to get me to eat, tried to make me respond to anything. But I couldn’t.