Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

Cecilia asked quietly. The doctor fell silent for a moment. When he finally answered, Sophia felt even weaker. "We don't know." A few minutes later, Adrian was transferred to the ICU. From a distance, Sophia finally saw him. Tubes were attached to his body, machines surrounded him, and monitors continuously displayed his vital signs. For a moment, she could hardly recognize her husband. Was this really the same man she had spoken to only a few hours ago? The same man she had been ready to divorce? The same man who had told her he no longer loved her?

“Valen... where is he? Is he okay?” A silence spread between us. Dense. Awkward. “I asked about my husband!” I snapped. My pulse surged. “Is he okay? He got the kidney. He lived, right?” Doctor Jay nodded slowly. “Yes. He made a full recovery.” Relief poured through me like light. I exhaled, my body slumping against the pillow. “Thank God...” I whispered. “He’s alive. He survived. My husband survived.” Tears gathered again, but they didn’t fall this time. For the first time since I opened my eyes, I felt... peace. I had done something right. Valen was alive.

“Ohh….I requested for you. About your son” “My son?. What's wrong?”. She asks, sitting upright in anxiety. “He may loss his memory, he's to stay in the ICU for twenty one days. If things gets better….he will be discharged home. He's alive…in the ICU”. “My son?. Would lose his memory?”. She asks unbelievably,her voice shaking. “Yes……”. “Please.. something needs to be done….”. “The only thing we should look forward is him waking up”. He said in an exhausted tone.

“The operation was a success but your husband is still in a delicate condition. He lost a lot of blood. A second late and he would've lost his life.” “Oh, God.” I cover my mouth with my hand in disbelief. “is he going to be okay?” The doctor's nods thoughtfully. “The knife didn't cut through any vital organs so there's a lot of hope. Relief washes over me, but not enough to diffuse my anxiety. “Can I see him, doctor?” “I think we should avoid that for now Mrs. Russo. We just transferred him to the ICU and he's unconscious right now. It's late already, go get some rest and you can see him tomorrow.”

God, I've become such a cry baby. Warm, welcoming arms wrap around me from behind. "You like it, Babe?" I turn around to look into my favourite green eyes, eyes full of love for me. Eyes, I thought I had lost forever in that terrible night. The bullet had hit one of his lungs. The only way he could survive was doing a thoracic drainage immediately, just like the one I had. We share similar scars now. Jake spent two weeks on the ICU, and now I can imagine how it must have felt like for him, watching me nearly die.

An armed officer stood guard outside the ICU room. “Open it,” my escort said. The door opened slowly with a quiet hiss. Inside, machines beeped softly. Tubes and wires snaked around the body on the bed. The man, the one they said had killed my husband, lay still, his face bandaged, half-covered in bruises. A ventilator kept his chest rising and falling. I took one step inside. Then two. My fists curled so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I didn’t care that he was unconscious. I didn’t care that he was being kept alive.

The atmosphere in the ICU where Elvis was being treated was chaotic. Just moments ago, the middle-aged man had been declared fine, bringing a sigh of relief to the family, but now his condition had worsened. Jane hugged Jayden tightly, unable to bear the sight of her husband struggling between life and death. Seeing the doctors treating him begin to feel overwhelmed, Jayden became pessimistic. The worst case scenario was that his father might not be saved. But wasn't that a good thing for Jayden? Because that was exactly what the young man had hoped for.

She was glad she knew that information now, on how he had liked her before, but its still meant he thought she did not know the extent of how much he had loved her. Today, Jack was moving to a regular room, a step toward recovery. Elle stood outside his ICU door, her hands trembling, her heart racing. Claire squeezed her arm, her pregnant belly round, her smile soft but tired. “You’re doing so good, Elle,” she said, her voice gentle. “He’s alive. That’s what matters. The rest will come.” “I hope so,” Elle whispered, tears stinging. “It’s so hard, Claire. He looks at me like… like before we were together. I want my husband back.”

Red flags had started to wave over her head. “And how is your husband doing now?” Trevor asked. “He's stable, thank God. His doctor said that this was the worst episode he had ever had and we had to take him out of the hospital or he wasn't going to live through the night as the hospital didn't have the medications that could make him better...” Grace replied and looked so exhausted and weak.

her mother spoke, her face brighter as she approached them. Upon arriving at the hospital, Dr. Mendez had informed them that her husband had successfully undergone surgery on his right lung, resulting in a quick recovery. Clara and Katherina shed tears of joy. He had also mentioned that the first thing he asked for upon waking up was a large double cheeseburger, which made them laugh. Now, at this moment, they were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for his release. Clara got up to fill out a form, and Katherina stayed next to the dark-haired man who caressed her hands and gave her gentle kisses, which helped relax her.