My Comatose Husband Wakes Up Novels & Stories

A sick, desperate part of me wondered if he was doing this on purpose just to punish me or bully me. I got frustrated and pulled out my phone with my free hand and typed into ChatGPT: How do I wake my boyfriend up from a coma? It spat out a useless list of medical jargon...sensory stimulation, physical therapy, patience and zero real, immediate solutions. I swiped out of the app and searched TikTok instead, scrolling past the mindless junk until I stumbled on a video of a girl talking about her own coma experience. I plugged in my earbuds and listened closely, blocking out the sound of the heart monitor. She said she had been asleep for almost a year. Her husband had gone to a temple every s

As I looked around, trying to recall the memories that seemed to have disappeared from my mind, the white wall I was staring at brought a smile to my lips, a reminder that there was still light amidst the darkness. On the bed beside me, there was an IV pole attached, and through my contemplation, I slowly began to recall the memories. When I tried to stand up again from sitting down, that's when I felt the heaviness of my eyelids until I lost consciousness. As my eyes wandered towards the door, it creaked open, revealing my husband's figure standing there, his expression akin to someone who had just seen a ghost. His eyes held a mixture of shock and disbelief as he took in the scene before h

He drew out as if looking for an easy way to let me know that something was bad. I latch my eyes back to him, wanting to see his expression, gauge for any dishonesty. "Do not what doctor?" I did not mean for my tone to come out so harsh. My shoulders sag in defeat. I dropped my gaze to the clipboard he held in his hand. "Sorry." I apologize. "No need to apolgize. But I will inform you that your husband Blake, he might not be the same after he has awakened from the coma. You see patients that have suffered that kind of trauma to their heads do face other complications." He starts gauging for my reaction.

Unconsciously, I clenched my eyes shut, and I recalled the look in my husband's eyes when I fell from the rooftop. "Was my husband informed that I'm pregnant?" "He wasn't." "But why?" I puckered my brows, and my gaze instantly drifted to the fancy man. For some reason, he looked familiar. Maybe it wasn't my first time seeing him the other day. "Something happened while you on a coma." The doctor walked closer. "I was in a coma?" "Yes, for two weeks." The doctor's gaze traveled to the man's again. I couldn't believe that I was in a coma. Everything felt like yesterday to me.

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

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.

Though he had yet to wake up, according to the doctors, he would be fine when he eventually woke up. My gaze returned to the doctors in front of us. Their silence was having an effect on me and Mom was not excepted. Moreover, their facial expressions weren't helping matters at all. “Talk to me, doctor. How is my husband doing? And how did his surgery go? Just speak up and give us the results.” Mom said in utter frustration, her voice sounding higher than usual. Then one of the doctors began, “Well, we finished the surgery but in the process, the chairman got comatose, and we don't know for how long that will take.”

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-”