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!"

but I've also studied surgery. I know what I'm

you lay a finger on

frustrated, having no choice but to let go, couldn't resist teasing, "You think so low of me? She's injured. Do you really think I'd take advantage of her?"

huh?" Cormac guessed after seeing Alaric in such an anxious state, "Judging by those dark circles, you

been hit hard. Take good care of her. Folks who go through unexpected misfortune can be emotional, prone to outbursts, so be extra patient with her." "No need to remind

Galatea, then said to Alaric, "Take care of her, and

Alaric remained silent.

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 consecutive long nights

didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he was jolted awake when there

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

opened, but she looked like she

movement caused her piercing pain. "Don't move. You're covered in injuries," said Alaric

throw up. It was just dry heaving,

to examine her. Galatea managed to utter, "My

woken her, a pain so intense she couldn't

explode, with every part of her body aching as if thousands of insects were

beyond bearing, a torture worse than

head hurt like this? Is it related to her

giving her a shot of painkiller right now, but it'll take some time for the medication to take effect.

doctor instructed Alaric, "Make sure to keep her still. Don't let her move around too much, and definitely keep her from touching her

accident, Galatea's mind had been in a dormant state, not knowing

flashed through her mind like a movie, and she felt agony. The pain was not just physical. It was heart-wrenching, yet she couldn't open her

inside her seemed to say incessantly, "Mom, Dad, I'm