Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 46 Don't You Lay a Finger on Her!

Two days had passed, and while Galatea did not experience another fever, she remained unconscious.

Alaric had never found time so excruciating or fear so crippling.

He was terrified that Galatea might never awaken or that she would emerge with amnesia or cognitive damage. It was an ordeal that left him utterly restless. Alaric sat beside her hospital bed, gently dabbing her cracked, bleeding lips with a moistened cotton swab, then carefully wiped her hands with warm water.

Her hand was bruised blue and green from the IV needles, so he handled it delicately to avoid causing her any pain.

The sound of a knock startled him, and what surprised him even more was the person who entered. It was Cormac. "How did you get here?"

How could Cormac know that Galatea had been in an accident and was hospitalized?

"I was bored, thought I'd grab a drink with you. You weren't at your office, and after asking Silas Moon, I found out about Galatea's accident." Cormac glanced towards the unconscious Galatea and hastily asked, "How is she doing? Is it serious?"

Alaric's silence and furrowed brow gave Cormac all the answers he needed.

"That's unfortunate," Cormac remarked, then moved closer to the bed with the intention of gently pulling back her blanket, but Alaric immediately grabbed his hand to stop him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a doctor. I just want to see the extent of her injuries," Cormac said.

"You're a psychiatrist!"

psychiatrist, but I've also studied surgery.

you lay a finger on her!" Alaric warned

low of me? She's injured. Do you really think I'd take advantage of her?" Alaric remained silent, prompting Cormac to

seeing Alaric in such an anxious state, "Judging

who go through unexpected misfortune can be emotional, prone to outbursts, so be extra patient with

Cormac cast another glance at the unconscious Galatea, then said to Alaric, "Take care of her, and call me if you need

Alaric remained silent.

left, Alaric sighed deeply and hesitantly; and continued to sit by the bedside. He whispered softly, "Galatea, can you hear me? If you can, try to wake up. Think about your two kids. They're both waiting for you." Another sleepless night passed, and after three

know how long he had been asleep, but he was jolted awake when

uncomfortably, twitching in pain much like the seizures she had during a fever,

but she looked like she was

heave uncomfortably, instinctively trying to prop herself up to vomit onto the floor, but any movement caused her piercing pain. "Don't move. You're covered in injuries," said Alaric without a second thought as he tried to help, but Galatea hadn't eaten anything for

up. It was

came to examine her. Galatea managed to utter, "My head

that had woken her, a

as if her head would explode, with every part of her body

beyond bearing, a torture worse

this? Is it related to her head

but it'll take some time for the medication

to keep her still. Don't let her move around too much, and definitely keep her from touching her wounds to

car accident, Galatea's mind had been in a dormant state, not knowing when she began to have

pain was not just physical. It was heart-wrenching, yet she couldn't open

her seemed to say incessantly,