Novel & Cerita My Comatose Husband Wakes Up

Selene almost cried when she heard that her husband was not awake yet. "The patient is in a comatose state. He fell hard at the same time as he was in the car. He's just lucky that he's still alive. " The doctor continued Selene trying to be calm, "Doc, when will he come to his senses?" "That's what I can't answer right now. Perhaps it would be better if you spoke to him while he was still unconscious. Tell him happy memories; that will help him." the doctor explained. Selene nodded, but it still pained her to know that her husband was comatose.

A quick sting hits my arm, and a wave of sleepiness washes over me, pulling me back into darkness. “What do you mean I’ve been in a coma for two years?!” My voice is still hoarse, strange and rough to my own ears. Looking around, my head spins as I try to process his words. “This is the situation, Mrs Smith,” the doctor says, his eyes sympathetic. "I-I... Deric! What about my husband?" I manage, my heart pounding as panic rises within me. “He is in the ward opposite yours. Thankfully, he came around two weeks ago, but we hav-”

Gosh married for for just 48hours and this now. I felt sorry for him even though I don't love him,let's go to the hospital I demand. Soon we arrived at the hospital immediately I was directed to where my husband was lying motionless on the bed. I felt cold and weak tears run down my cheeks madam am sorry your husband is in coma and he has just a little chance of waking up. I felt the impact of how he had touched me the night before and how my body couldn't resist him. Just in a tall figure got in, hello am Andrew Davis brother sorry I came just at the wrong time.i faked a smile even though I am disturbed.

She did this every day, but there were still no signs of him waking up. “It’s been three days, and he still shows no signs of waking up,” Hayle said with concern, looking at her husband’s unmoving body on the bed. She then turned her attention back to her phone, which was on a video call with Dr. Han and Jacob. “We really can’t know when he will wake up. All we can do is wait, Hayle. I think Jaxter is indeed in a coma,” Jacob said, trying to comfort his friend once again. “Is there something wrong with his brain that is causing him not to wake up? We haven’t examined his brain. Maybe he’s experiencing hypoxia due to the severe bleeding he had,” Hayle said, trying to stay calm but failing mis

She stopped near a set of glass doors marked ICU and asked me to wait. A few moments later, a doctor approached. He wore his lab coat neatly, his posture professional, a tablet held close to his chest. "You are his wife," he stated. "Yes, I am," I replied softly, my hands clasped together in front of me. "Your husband is currently in a medically induced coma," he explained. The moment he started speaking, my heart began to pound. "He suffered severe trauma and significant blood loss. When he arrived, his body was under extreme stress. The coma allows us to reduce the strain on his brain and internal organs while we stabilize him."

He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital. He crawled back to our old house, locked himself in the bedroom, and hit the floor. His guys were right behind him, banging on the door, trying to save him. But it was like he didn't hear a thing.

She asked with a trembling voice, "Changed? How?" "Maybe you just grew up." I brushed it off, stood, and headed to the bathroom. Behind me, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I made breakfast for you, Mateo," she said later, leading me to the table. She was waiting for a compliment. I looked at the spread. The table was covered in an oily, greasy breakfast. I smiled. "Quinn, the doctor told me to lay off greasy food and eat healthier." I glanced at her, faking concern. "You've been really forgetful lately. What's going on?"

No one goes into a comatose state and comes out like this. My mate had totally changed. A total 360-degree change… She looked…. With a deep exhale of breath, I rushed downstairs to fetch the doctor that has been taking care of her ever since she went into comatose. Things just keep getting worse and worse…

I gasp, lifting both of my hands to my mouth because I was not prepared for this. He was standing two hours ago. He was talking to me. He stepped off my elevator with my daughter behind him and his eyes found mine and he was present and upright and entirely himself and now he is lying in a hospital bed looking like something that has been taken apart quietly from the inside. "Why is he unconscious?" I ask. "I thought—" I stop. Start again. "He was awake. He was talking to me less than two hours ago. Why is he still unconscious?" The doctor clasps his hands in front of him. "We induced the coma."

“Pablo… I want to help you. You’re the father of my child, and you were my husband. I... I can’t stand seeing you like this.” “No, Jimena.” He avoided her gaze, deeply ashamed. “I don’t deserve anything from you. You don’t have to do anything for me. Just take care of yourself and our son while I recover. I plan to get therapy to overcome my alcoholism. Luckily, I’ve only had this addiction for a few months, and you know I have a lot of willpower when I set my mind to something.”