Ashleys pov 

There are a lot of things that scare me but seeing Blake on the hospital bed, looking, so useless with a breathing tube down his throat was the most scared Ive ever been

From where I am standing, I could distinctly see a white bandage wrapped around his head. And as I walk closer the ugly red on his skin is visible to the naked eye Bruises I only hoped would heal was scattered on his face

I could not seem to think, my emotions, they felt like they were not part of me. My heart pained yet it felt numb. Was that normal? My stomach churn, breathing now harsh. It felt like every breath I took was now constricted

There I stood beside his bed, my husbands bed looking at his unmoving body. His eyes were shut, face pale like the color of uncooked oats. There were also red and raw scratches on his handsome face. I let out a sob

He did not look like my Blake

The doctor spoke but I only got half the words he had been uttering for the past five minutes. He didnt seem to acknowledge that I was barely listening to him, he showed no signs of it

He had been shot at the back of his head, thankfully the bullet did not hit anything vital to kill him. But we have placed him in an induced coma to help the swelling of his brain” 

My head was heavy, eyes not at all clear because of the moisture of incoming tears. Coma. The word was not something I liked to hear

Will he wake up?I find my sudden dry lips crack open to ask this question. I had not lifted my eyes away from Blake as yet but I did now to stare at the doctor.

top of his head. It was common for men his age. Glasses protected brown orbs and when he smiled lines of age creases

enough but when I looked closer. There was unmistakable pity in his eyes. I draw my eyes away, feeling

will wake up, there is nothing to worry about. But usually patients who have suffered the injury your husband had endured do not–” He drew out as if looking for

his expression, gauge for any dishonesty. “Do not what doctor?” I did not

dropped my gaze to the clipboard he held in his hand.

Sorry.I apologize

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

over and touch Blake‘s equally cold fingers. But when

suddenly get a tiny spark of warmth.

deliver bad news. But all I wanted was for him to just rip off the band aid and tell me exactly what he has been irking to

name when he had informed me of it the very second I

I could‘ve registered was Blake‘s still body on the small bed. He looked so huge in it that

trying your very best to not upset me with whatever you‘re about to say. But I can handle it, let it out. The more you beat around the

the impact of the injury he could even be left disabled. Patients whose brains that are swelled normally take days to weeks to wake up from the induced

Blake‘s more firmly. I rake my eyes over

pity. “Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” It comes out croaky from having my throat dry

something on the paper attached to the clipboard. “Sure, take all the

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