My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Ashley’s pov

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

scared I’ve 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 husband’s 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 didn’t 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.

His white hair was nearly balding at the top of his head. It was common for men his age. Glasses protected brown orbs and when he smiled lines of age creases at the corners of his eyes.

He looked friendly enough but when I looked closer. There was unmistakable pity in his eyes. I draw my eyes away, feeling like I would receive the worst

news.

“He 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 an easy way to let me know that something was bad.

I latch my eyes back to him, wanting to see his expression, gauge for any dishonesty. “Do not what doctor?” I did not mean for my tone to come out so

harsh.

My shoulders sag in defeat. I dropped my gaze to the clipboard he held in his hand.

“Sorry.” I apologize.

“No 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 that have suffered that kind of trauma to their heads do face other complications.” He starts gauging for my reaction.

atients

I froze, fingers cold as I reach over and touch Blake’s equally cold fingers. But when my fingers wrap around his unmoving hand I suddenly get a tiny spark of warmth. He was always my anchor.

I knew the doctor was beating around the bush, they always do this when they’re about to 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 say.

I lift my gaze to the doctor’s name badge. Unfortunately I had not remembered his name when he had informed me of it the very second I had entered

the room.

All I could’ve registered was Blake’s still body on the small bed. He looked so huge in it that I was afraid he was uncomfortable.

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Chapter 194

“Doctor Gomez, I appreciate that you’re 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 bush the more it’s killing me.” I rushed out on a single breath. Then sucked in some air when I felt my lungs wouldn’t function when hearing the doctor’s next words.

“There could be a case of amnesia when he wakes up. With 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 coma.” He says, voice dropping to almost a soft whisper when he sees the tears leak down my

cheeks.

I sniffle, my hands now wrapping around Blake’s more firmly. I rake my eyes over his form, so peaceful, so still.

I draw my eyes back to the doctor, his eyes now clearly showing pity. “Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” It comes out croaky from having my throat dry and tongue heavy.

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