Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 33~ Who are you?

Alex

"She's alive." The nurse responds and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Can I see her?" I ask immediately, not wanting to waste another second. A part of me feels like I'm being pranked and can't really be relieved unless I see and touch her.

"Yes, but first I suggest you speak to the doctor." The nurse responds and I nod.

"Where is the doctor?" My voice is barely steady, impatient. I don't have time for formalities.

The nurse motions toward a hallway. "Dr. Patel is in his office. Down the hall, third door on the right."

I'm already moving before she finishes speaking. My legs feel heavy, my pulse still hammering, but I push forward.

When I reach it, the door is slightly ajar, so I don't bother knocking. I push it open, stepping inside. The doctor looks up from a file, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

"Mr. King, why are you here personally? Did something happen?" He stands from his seat.

I don't even know the man and he already knows me. Sometimes, I detest being so known.

"Please, sit doctor. I'm here for Athena Dawson."

His eyes widen,

"She was brought in some hours ago. Is she someone you know?"

"Yes. How is she?"

"She's stable," Dr. Patel says, and I exhale sharply. But then he adds, "Physically, she's out of immediate danger. However, she was underwater for a prolonged period. We're monitoring for any complications, including secondary drowning or neurological effects."

Neurological effects.

My stomach twists.

"What does that mean?"

events. Trauma like this can also trigger long-term psychological effects." He studies me for a moment before continuing. "Right

Disoriented.

grip the back of a

"What psychological effects?"

at the file again

she was underwater for an extended period, there were concerns about hypoxia-lack of oxygen to the brain-which can sometimes

simple terms, Confusion. Possible difficulty recalling certain

or even from her past. It's hard to say how severe it is until

"When will that be?"

"Her vitals are stable, and she's breathing on her own, which is a good sign. But trauma like this... it's unpredictable. She could wake up in an

my teeth.

studies me for a moment before

If she has memory issues, pushing too hard could make things worse. And

I narrow my eyes.

PTSD. Claustrophobia, panic attacks—especially in

I nod.

a surgeon, she will be heartbroken

is. Only you will attend to her, and you

"Mr. King-"

is right, I'll tell her if she will still be struggling. For now, let's just focus on getting

sighs, sitting back in his chair, but he understands I'm not asking and if word goes out I

"I understand."

see her now?" My voice is rough from

Patel nods.

be gentle with

turn on my heel

her nearly brings me to

in the hospital bed, her dark hair damp, strands sticking to her pale skin. An IV is hooked into her arm, the steady

My chest tightens.

This is my fault.

here because I left her. Because I didn't go back when

was wrong.

fingers curling around the cold metal