My Comatose Husband Wakes Up Novels & Stories

“Sometimes, in the darkest of times, we find strength within ourselves that we never knew existed. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.” Tears burned her eyes. It had always been her strength. “How bad is your husband hurt?” Wanting to change the subject. She looked down at her hands. “We don’t know. He is in a drug-induced coma. There was swelling on his brain.” “They are skilled doctors here. If anyone can help your husband, they can.” April wanted to reassure her in some small way. After a moment, the other woman gave her a small smile. “I’m Tally, by the way.” She introduced herself.

“We did all our best to stabilize him and…” “And what?” Katrina interrupted with a sharp voice. “Talk to me, please.” She pushed tears away. “You need to calm down, ma'am.” Said the second doctor, in a stable voice. “Your husband is fine, but the severity of the injury he suffered in the head has pushed him into a coma.” Katrina's knees weakened out and she slumped to the ground. At the speed of light she jerked herself up and hurried to ask, “Can I see him now?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for what was coming, my silence urging him to continue. “Your husband sustained several serious injuries in the accident. Multiple fractures in his ribs, a punctured lung, and some internal bleeding that we were able to control during surgery. But…” he paused briefly, pressing his lips together before continuing, “he also suffered a traumatic brain injury that has left him in a medically induced coma.” “Coma?...” I blurted out in shock, my jaw dropping. He nodded. Sadly. “Is there any hope?” I asked, my voice shaken and barely audible. “Please tell me there is… tell me he’ll be waking up anytime from now…”

I did not know how long had passed before I woke up. When I opened my eyes, everything was blinding white. A nurse walked in. “You’re awake? How do you feel?” I opened my mouth, but my throat was so dry that I could not speak. I could only nod faintly. “You were unconscious for half a month. When you were brought in, you were close to experiencing brain death. It is truly fortunate. Luckily, your husband spared no expense. He used the best medicine and equipment to bring you back.”

One of the nurses approached me while the other focused back on Arga. "Madam, calm down," the nurse said soothingly. "Tell me what happened to my husband?" I asked frantically. "Your husband is in cardiac arrest and we are trying to save him. So please be patient." Suddenly my legs went limp when I heard the nurse's statement. Cardiac arrest? Is it that bad my husband's condition? Oh, God, please, save my husband. I cried all night thinking about my husband's deteriorating condition. A nurse came back to me. it was one o'clock in the morning.

she answered, her tone shifting to one of focus. As she listened, her expression transformed from curiosity to disbelief, and then to sheer joy. “He’s awake? Are you certain?” Tears began to well in her eyes, and a smile broke across her face. “Thank you, thank you so much for letting me know. I’ll be there right away!” Dr. Hart hung up, her heart pounding with exhilaration. She turned to the board members, who had been watching her with a mix of concern and curiosity. “Everyone, I have incredible news,” she announced, her voice trembling with emotion. “My husband, Mr. Helios, has awakened from his coma after four long years!”

Although, they werent married yet, but their marriage was supposed to happen, this month or the next, so she didnt mind assuming herself as his wife. "Alright. Mr. Grayson is fine. We were able to perform a surgery on him, but he is in a vegetative state." He informed, sadly. "What? He fell into coma?" Bethany exclaimed in shock. "Yes. And we do not know when he will wake up, or if he would, at all. But we can recommend your frequent visits and uhm… reminding him of happy moments. Victims of coma are said to hear all you say, while they are in coma. Maybe when you remind him of happy moments, he would try again to make a go at life." The doctor said, with a slight smile, and left.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Jason started to shake vigorously, he opened his eyes and lifted the first finger. "He's awake," the doctor said to both men. "Please be careful of the things you say around him or else he might relapse." Jackson rushed to his son's bed. "Jason, can you hear me?" "Dad?" His voice came out as a whisper and his eyes roamed his body, various tubes passed into his body. Jackson faced Alexander. "He's awake." "Dad, where's Cara? Where's my wife?" Cara was the only thing in his head, the only thing he had been seeing ever since he slipped into a coma.

The doctor hesitated, and in that moment, Isabelle felt her world balanced on a knife's edge. "Your husband is alive," the doctor began, and Isabelle felt relief wash over her. But he wasn't finished. "However, the accident caused serious head trauma. He's in a coma, and… I'm so sorry, there's just no telling when, or if, he'll wake up." Isabelle felt her knees give way, but Jack was there in an instant, catching her. "Can we see him?" he asked, amazingly steady for his voice but his eyes told her what he feared.