Novel & Cerita My Comatose Husband Wakes Up

A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water. At the hospital, the doctors were stunned—someone who had supposedly tried to drown himself hadn't swallowed a single drop of water. My in-laws put on their best act, thanking the heavens for their son's miraculous survival, claiming his life wasn't meant to end so soon. I suppressed a sneer and pretended to be concerned as I asked the doctor, "My husband is in the late stages of liver cancer. Could this incident have worsened his condition? Should we make him go through a more thorough examination?"

I awoke as if by some miracle, greeted by a crowded hospital ward and the livestream camera pointed directly at me. Ella York, my wife, whose dark circles were prominent, tenderly moistened my cracked lips with a cotton swab. She had lost a great deal of weight over the years, and though her eyes showed weariness, they remained deeply affectionate. "How do you feel, Zack? You see, the doctor says you're doing well and will be speaking again soon."

He asked at the end of his long, nervous speech and the atmosphere was already too thick, too suffocating, too intoxicating, and too murderous because his words kept snapping my strings of restraint, over and over, tugging hard and brutally on my heartstrings and prodding me to go back there and drive another spare into that bitch's detached head from multiple spots until it was squashed to nothingness but I knew I couldn't and so, without bothering to hide the deep lines on my forehead and the blazing, venomous, fierce fury that cladded my eyes, I responded with a curt, "Yes." was all I responded, widening the doctor's eyes a bit but he was quick to maintain his professional ethics. "Uh...o

my mum asked. "Cafeteria," I replied quickly. "I will go check the cafeteria," I heard my mum say and she soon exited the ward. "Mr Brown, you have been in a coma for a week," the doctor said to me. "For a week, you lay here on this bed. You just woke up hours ago. You need to rest and take things slowly," the doctor advised. "I am fine," I said through gritted teeth. "My wife is not," I added. "How do you know she is not fine? Did she tell you?" the doctor asked and the look in his eyes told me exactly what he was thinking.

It diminished because of the person who I saw, Jace. "Wh—what happened?" He was equally scared, then he hurried to her. But before he could help her out as well, she wasn't conscious anymore. It was either she had passed out, passed on, or was in a coma. And irrespective of what it was, I cared less. At least, my husband wasn't going to find out about my secret. My game was still on track. ***

When I woke up again, my head was wrapped in thick bandages. The pain was so intense, it made the room spin. Sitting by my bed, watching me intently, was a young, sharp-looking man. The moment Dad came in and saw him, he charged over like he'd seen his enemy. "So it's you, huh? You're the guy who wrecked their marriage! How dare you show your face here!" As he shouted, he tried to grab Joel Huffman by the collar. Joel sidestepped with a frown.

“They didn’t say exactly. Just that you had to call back.” I dialed the last number. A stranger’s voice answered. I could hear voices, beeps machines. “Mrs Kingston?” “Yes…yes, this is she.” “Your husband was brought in unconscious after a vehicular collision. He was bleeding profusely. We’ve performed an emergency surgery. You need to come.” I swallowed hard. “Is he alive?” I don't know what to expect but I didn't want a negative answer. “He’s stable but in a coma.” the doctor said.

For all they knew we could be running to our deaths. We reached the hospital and made our way inside. I could see a lot of commotion happening outside the room that held the wolves who were in comas. I made my way towards them, they parted to let me through and when I reached the doorway I was stunned. All of the wolves except one were awake. Their families surrounding them in tears and hugging each other. I look over to where the last one is still in a coma, a kid who fell into a coma for no apparent medical reason. I could see his family standing nearby, watching like their lives depended on it. Sitting in a chair next to the child, holding his hand, was my mate. She was so pale and she lo

“So he’ll wake up soon?” “There’s a chance,” he said carefully. “How soon?” I asked frantically. “Will he remember me? Will he—” “I don’t know, okay?” Reese snapped, exhausted. “We'll just have to find out if he wakes up. In the meantime, make sure you're always around him. Just stay with him. Talk to him. That might help. Sometimes, comatose patients can hear you when you speak to them.” “I will,” I whispered. “I'll do that.”

Henry was back, he was folding flowers just like he was before he was in a two-month coma. “Eric, wake up quickly, I and my two kids are about to get thin, the children are very scared and have nightmares, me too. Can you wake up soon, I won't go out anymore, I will always be by your side."