Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 44 Her Condition Is Critical

With every passing second, Alaric found himself in an excruciating limbo, staring at the words "In Surgery" on the door, his hands anxiously clutching his shirt. "Please, Galatea, please be okay," he prayed silently to himself.

The emergency surgery stretched on for nearly six hours, and it was already dawn by the time Galatea was wheeled out of the operating room.

"Doctor, how is she?" Alaric asked, his voice trembling.

"She's out of life-threatening danger, but she has multiple contusions and a traumatic brain injury. We'll have to wait until she wakes up to determine if there will be any cognitive or auditory impairments." 'Traumatic brain injury?' Those words sent a chill down Alaric's spine.

He had requested the best room available, and Galatea was wheeled into the room, still comatose.

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"With a coma induced by a brain injury, it's hard to say. It could be a day or two, maybe three or four, or even longer," the doctor explained. "Take good care of her and inform us if anything changes." Once the doctor left, it was just the two of them. Alaric sat by her bed. Her complexion was ashen.

He gently lifted her clothing. Her severe wounds had been bandaged, but the sight of the smaller wounds, stained red with blood, was jarring.

After inspecting her injuries, he carefully covered her with the blanket. Looking at her pained him deeply.

"Galatea, please wake up soon."

He recalled his own long coma from years past, a three-year slumber that left him with lingering issues. He couldn't bear the thought of Galatea suffering the same fate.

the whole night awake. Dawn broke without any sign of Galatea waking up. Checking the

me the best private nurse now!"

a bit. Take good care of her. Call me immediately if she wakes

hospital, Alaric headed straight to the police station to uncover the full story

the surveillance footage from the

Galatea was hurriedly walking, nibbling on a sandwich, prompting a strong surge of guilt in

Galatea simply hadn't prioritized the physical therapy session with him, which was why she had been two hours late. It never crossed his mind that she might have been rushing to him right after a

he'd made pressing her for time. After hanging up, she

this, Alaric thought, 'Was it right after my urgent call that the accident

the verge of a

been apprehended. Preliminary findings point to

clear. The pedestrian signal was counting down but still green when the vehicle ran the

the intersection, which slowed it down before striking her. Had it not been for that, the impact could have been fatal on the spot." "Where is this driver? I want

driver is currently detained, Mr. Knight. I'm

a call from the intensive care unit.

Ms. Galatea's

rushed back

"What happened to Galatea?"

her wound has gotten infected, causing

Alaric left, Galatea was pale, but now her face was flushed with

in considerable discomfort, brows furrowed tightly, lips parched, mumbling inaudibly, her features twisted in pain-it was clear she was suffering immensely. "Doctor, how could the wounds get infected so

uncommon after surgery. A high-dose antipyretic could significantly harm her body. We try to avoid it unless

"What should we do?"