My Comatose Husband Wakes Up Novels & Stories

"Now we have a radio. You won't be bored anymore. Is this channel fine for you, husband?" Because of what the doctor said the other day, Suzie learned that her comatose husband was actually conscious. Although he looked almost dead, he was still inside there. The doctor said that a comatose patient might hear what was in his surrounding. Their hearing was what first recovered before the other senses. After learning that, Suzie got the idea to purchase a radio and let the man hear some music. She don't know if he could listen to the surroundings or not, but a little music in this silent room was a good change.

I clenched my fist and my jaw shook with anger. ?wait for my revenge on all of you. I turned around and approached my husband who was lying on the bed. He has not woken up for several months because of the accident he had. I held his hand and smiled. "Jacob, wake up I need you. Remember we haven't had our honeymoon yet." It's been more than two months since I married her and during those two months, I took care of her while she was in a coma. "What do you look like when you wake up? Are you grumpy or nice? I want to know what kind of person I married."

"You've made this a little bit easier to bear." "I'm glad I could be here for you," I replied. "Remember, you're not alone in this Britany prayed in her heart that she find her kids and her husband wakes up from coma or else she doesn't know how she would live her life without her kids and husband. first Person POV with dialogues. 1000 words I sat by my husband's hospital bed, holding his hand tightly. He looked so peaceful, but I knew the reality of his situation - he was in a coma, and no one knew when or if he would wake up.

“How long have I been here?” “Three days,” he said Three days felt like a lifetime. My hands trembled as I tried to sit up. “And Liam? Is he—” The doctor exhaled slowly, lowering the chart. “Your husband is alive,” he said, and my chest loosened for half a second before he continued, “but he’s in a coma.” The words hit me like a blow. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be right. He was talking—he told me—” My voice broke. “He told me he loved me.”

taking advantage of my sleeping state. If I was conscious, I would have pushed him back. I would have slapped him for forcing himself on me. I would have given him some extra sharp words. But since my body was still comatose, I could do nothing. The next moment, his lips were gone. He must’ve left the room for I couldn’t hear a sound other than the continuous crackling of embers. It felt like forever until I heard the sound of voices once again. This time however, I was completely aware one of the voices came from my husband himself.

I muffled out not sure whether they heard me or not. “We know dear” My brows raised at that. “Your husband kept calling your name before he fell into coma” He did? “He’s coma” I didn't know how I feel about it. But whatever situation he was in, he deserved it or more. “Sorry we didn't mean to scare you. My husband found you two beside the stream. Already you have fainted. Whereas your husband was still in his right senses. That was when he heard him calling your name. Don't worry you're in safe hands. You should recover soon. Your husband will be fine too”

CAMILLE Life seemed to have been returning to normal before all this new mess. And what's worse? - it had to happen right before I resumed work. Now I am standing behind the host stand, and instead of focusing on welcoming guests and making reservations, I am worried about some gibberish my husband was spilling during the less than ten minutes period he recovered from his coma. When I had returned to the room with the nurse and found him unconscious again, I was terrified that this time he was really dead.

I rolled my lips inside my mouth and looked at his hand. He's really my husband? " You were in induced coma since last two days." He said, trying to built up a conversation. I nodded, once again. " I don't want to stay on this hospital bed. Please take me away from here." I exhaled a breath. He smiled but his smile was almost pale and broken. I tried to smile back but failed, miserably. *** I chewed on my inner cheeks in anticipation and stared at the ceiling. I don't remember anything. Not even my name. Well now I know that my name is September Wilson but still.

She sighed, “There’s no easy way to say this, and I need you to be strong, Mrs DeLuca. Do you want me to call your grandfather?” “No.” I said, “Just tell me. Lay it out.” She nodded, “Your husband is in a coma, Mrs DeLuca. And we cannot promise you when he’ll be back. The injury… It was fatal. It’s a miracle that he is alive. But recovery… There's no promise of that. Few patients wake up in days or weeks, and few take months and years. And even when they do… there is no guarantee of their brain function. His memory, his speech, his motor function… anything could have been affected. We won’t know it until he wakes up, and we don’t know when that will happen.”

I asked him worried. “I'm afraid to tell you that your wife doesn't want to react, she has a traumatic brain injury; he is in a coma, caused by a strong blow to the head.” I felt how my world turned. I didn't know what to think in those moments. "What does that mean doctor? When the fuck is she going to wake up?!” I felt my heart clench with the fear that I never would.