Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

"ICU? What happened to them?" Rosy hesitated briefly before responding, "I apologize, Mrs. Dixon, but your husband and baby were in critical condition upon arrival. Your husband underwent an extensive surgical procedure, and your daughter is currently under 24-hour observation. Unfortunately, her chances of survival are slim. However, the medical team is exerting every effort to facilitate their recovery." Sara's heart sank upon hearing the news. It was difficult for her to comprehend how quickly the situation had deteriorated. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she endeavored to maintain her composure.

He laughed again, and this time it was closer to the real thing, and Adrian's monitor beeped steadily in the corner, and the tube did its patient work, and I kept my hands through the porthole with my fingers against my son's impossibly soft skin and let myself feel, for the first time since the front door and the gun and all the terrible things that had come after, that we were going to be all right. Not today. Today was pain and breathing tubes and ice chips and wheelchairs and the exhaustion of having come very close to something that I was not going to name. Today was the beginning of a long recovery for both of us, Adrian in his incubator and me in my hospital bed, both of us fighting o

And now I will make sure that nothing will ruin our new life, not even my wife. When I arrived at the hospital, I ran into the father of one of my daughter's friends, who is an internal medicine doctor. He wasn't there yesterday, so he didn't know what happened. He only found out earlier when my wife's attending physician consulted him. We talk for a while and he said her child was out of town with her mother. After that, I said goodbye and went straight to the ICU.

I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards the doctor as he prepared to exit the room. "Thank you so much, Doc," I expressed my gratitude. "You're welcome, Mrs. Johnson," the doctor replied. Turning towards my son, who lay on the hospital bed, I couldn't contain my joy. With a smile on my face, I approached him and gently shared the good news. He had been through so much, and I knew he was eager to return home. "Son, we'll be going home tomorrow afternoon, so make sure you get enough rest now, alright?" I said, beaming.

He added, “The other person is in the ICU.” “Can I please see him?” Charlotte asked anxiously. In the ICU, the man fighting for his life on life support was none other than Sebastian Gray Monet. Tears filled Charlotte’s eyes as she saw him, his face was almost unrecognizable. Their last conversation replayed in her mind, filling her with regret for letting him leave that day. “That’s my husband,” she whispered to the police officer. The doctor approached her and said gravely, “Your husband’s condition is very critical. We are not sure if we can save him. If he had been brought in a few minutes earlier, we might have been able to operate, but right now, it is very complicated.”

But I couldn't tell her, thank you for shooting your husband now, could I? After several minutes of waiting, the door finally clicked open, and a woman wearing a lab coat stepped out. “How's my husband?!” Aurora cried. “How's my wife?” I asked, my voice low. The woman looked between us. “Ma’am your husband is… he's in a critical condition, we're going to keep him in the ICU for the next 48 hours, he's fallen into a coma.” Aurora let out a muffled sob, her knees almost buckling under her weight.

“Are you Hank Brown’s family?” “We are his parents, doctor. How is my son?” asked Mr. Brown anxiously as he propped his wife, who was weak in the knees, up toward the doctor. The doctor replied, “The patient has sustained severe injuries. The surgery is successful, but he’s not out of the woods yet. We need to transfer him to the ICU for a while. It’s in his hands whether he will regain consciousness now.” Mrs. Brown’s body went limp.

he gulped and didn't complete the sentence he closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. I smiled "You don't get to scold me, I am injured," I say in a babyish voice and he look at me, quirking his brow up. I pouted and I swear I saw him smiling. He lean down and claimed my lips with his and finally, I feel I can breathe again. That I am not dead, and my husband is with me. Thank you, mama, for saving me. Thank you so much. *** I was sitting on my bed and I feel good because why won't I? I was discharged from the hospital in the morning and I am in my room, where I am feeling comfortable and my husband took a day off from his job because he has to take care of a baby.

“Your wife is lucky to be alive Mr Cruz… another inch and she’d have died.” “Oh thank God.” He breathed. “But… I’m sorry, she lost a baby.” “Just one? They are three.” “Just one.” “I can’t complain.” Raine wiped his tears. “It’s good enough for me.” He forced a smile. “She’s in a coma right now and for how long she’ll be… I can’t say. You’ll be able to see her once she’s moved to the ICU.” “Okay.” Raine nodded. “Thank you.”

She was all alone, with no one. “Alright, I’ll tell him.” And the call ended. “The baby’s in the ICU, BK. He needs you. Your child needs you.” Her husband kept shaking his head. “I don’t want to go. What if you’re gone when I come back? I don’t want that, baby. Please…” he sobbed, covering his face.