روايات وقصص ضمن To Your Eternity Gugu Face After Accident

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

I suddenly felt a strong, reassuring grip. "I've got you," he mouthed. I looked at him. That smile. It was calm. Reassuring. Like he still believed we'd be okay. And then it happened. The sound, the sound of metal crying like being ripped off by a giant. The emergency door of the cabin only a few rows ahead of us, burst open with a terrifying whoosh. The more violent wind busted, slamming into us. The metal edge smashed into the side of my head. Pain- sharp pain, then nothing. Like a switch was flipped. I was gone. I floated somewhere between waking and dying.

Edwin walked up to me and looked at me as if he had been used to my face, "I've done a check-up for you. You should be glad that this person probably failed to buy concentrated sulfuric acid. That's why she bought hydrochloric acid instead." "Hydrochloric acid?" "If it were sulfuric acid, your face surely wouldn't recover. And you would be always like this for the rest of your life. Although some of the muscles on your face are injured by hydrochloric acid, you are in a much better situation. You should be able to recover your face by 80 to 90 percent after a few times of plastic surgery." After a pause, Edwin said, "But it's impossible for you to recover your look before you were burned."

Her hands moved fast—clean, press, stitch. Pain made him groan, but he gritted his teeth. “You stitched me under fire,” he rasped. “I always stitch you under fire.” He laughed, weak and bleeding. “Why do you still care?” he asked. She paused, needle trembling. “Because I still remember the boy who saved me from flames without knowing my name.” He met her eyes. “And because I want to believe that boy is still in there.” Their lips met. Not soft. But fierce—blood, sweat, and rain between them.

"Is that it?" I curled up into a ball, my body twisting in agony. My face went ashen, cold sweat pouring down my skin, and my vision began to blur. His manic laughter echoed in my ears. "Don't die so soon. I've prepared a special gift for you two." A blow came crashing down, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, Allison and I were trapped inside a glass-walled freezer. Every inch of skin that touched the icy ground throbbed with stabbing pain. I shivered uncontrollably, while Allison's face had already turned purple, frost clinging to her lashes.

He covered his mouth and stepped back from her. "Due to the accident his eyes were affected. But don't worry because he's fine now." "Don't worry? Do you think I still have the right to worry about him after I ran over him?" after he said that, Adante immediately came to him and hugged him. "It's not your fault, Gwen. It was all an accident," "Do you hear yourself, Adante? everything is not an accident, you know that!" "Then would you rather be imprisoned in that stinking prison or marry me?"

I managed to respond, wondering how he knew my name. I struggled to speak, my throat dry and scratchy. “Where… where am I? How long have I been here "  you are indeed a fighter. You have been with us for Eight weeks- “You were in a fatal accident. We didn’t think you’d make it Eight weeks!The car accident felt like yesterday and it has been two months "And I'm happy to inform you that your baby is saf

She supported her head and secretly looked at him, “myfaceisalsopainful, Is my face disfigured? So you won't see my face later." He turned around with a great anger. He seemed to swallow her, "Don’tsay something nonsense." He had seen the attending doctor before he came. The doctor said that although the wound was very long, it was not deep. Soitwouldnotleavea scar. Andasforthelightconcussion, itneedstoobservefor 24 hours. "But you aren’twillingto look at me, whichexactlyshowsthat I'm disfigured?" Alicesaidcrying.

My head started throbbing in pain. Zazu and Deniz exchanged a nervous glance before Deniz began to explain. "You were in a car accident. We are still not entirely sure what happened, but you've been out for almost fifteen hours. The doctors said you had a concussion and a muscle tear, but you're going to be fine.” I nodded, weakly, trying to process everything. "I remember crossing the street and... the car…” Zazu took my hand in hers, offering a comforting squeeze.

“This is not me! What have you done to me?!” A nurse rushed to my side, trying to hold me still. “Please, calm down, Miss,” she said gently. “We didn’t have a choice. You were in critical condition when you came in.” Another nurse stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Your face was... completely damaged in the accident. The doctors had to act fast. If we waited for you to wake up, there might’ve been nothing left to fix.” My hands trembled as I touched my cheeks. “So you gave me someone else’s face?”