(Finn's POV)
I never thought I'd end my day here. In the ICU. Sitting next to my beautiful wife who's in a hospital bed.
I never thought that I would ever have to wonder if my wife was going to die or not. Wondering if I'd be sitting in the hospital one day and in a funeral home the next, picking out a casket to put my dead wife in.
I never fucking thought that I would experience pain like this. Not a stab in the stomach, not a shot to the knee. Not an axe through my head or a knife in my neck.
No. This pain, this emotional, paralyzing pain was much worse. I'd take anything before this. Anything.
It started when I came home. I had just walked through the door. I chanted, "Y/n, I'm home!" before hearing her blood-curdling scream. The last sound I'd hear escape her body for a long, long time.
Her body was limp on the ground. I was too in shock to hear her head bang against the floor from downstairs. I was focused on finding her.
She was completely unconscious. The only thing I could do was take her to the hospital.
Everything up to here was a blur. I remember the doctors saying that they thought she had a brain aneurysm, which meant they'd need to do emergency neurosurgery on her to keep her alive.
It's been six hours already. I need to vomit.
I grab an empty bucket from the room and heave into it, except nothing much was even coming out. It was mainly a dry heave, as it appeared.
The younger nurse comes in after hearing me "throw up."
"Mr. Wolfhard, are you alright?" She asks innocently.
I would give her a sarcastic comment like "Yeah, must be something I ate. Definitely not the fact that my wife is dying."
But she's been so much of a help during all this that I don't have the heart to do it.
"No. I'm not. I don't know what to do."
She walks closer to me.
"Well, I do have good news. Maybe not as good as you would hope, but good news for the most part."
I leer at her awaiting her response.
"Your wife made it through surgery. She won't awake for a while, but we will bring her back to this room. The doctors said that everything in her brain is back to functioning normally. However, we'd like to keep her in the residential wing of the hospital for a couple of days before we send her home. For observation."
The pressure in my stomach somewhat releases.
"Oh my god. So, she's gonna be alright?" I ask, hopefulness in my voice.
The nurse nods. "We're hoping so. As of now, everything is back to normal. But for your health purposes, Mr. Wolfhard, we are advising you to eat. I've ordered a meal for you that will be sent up quite soon."
"Thank you so much. For everything."
Seems great, right? Not totally. Y/n didn't take just a couple hours to wake up. It took her a whole day.
And when she woke up, only her eyes were properly functioning. She was off her senses. She could barely eat at all. She couldn't speak.
I remember just holding her in my arms and crying that first night. I know she couldn't understand what was happening, but I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't keep those emotions bottled up.
I had fallen into a pit of depression after three days of tears and not hearing her voice. It was like she was gone.
But the day did come. The day that I got to hear her voice again. And that day was today. One week later.
"Finn," she muttered out. I wanted to burst into tears just hearing her speak again.
"Y/n! Baby, how much can you talk? Talk for me, princess."
"Little bit. What happened?" Her voice was weak and almost inaudible. But I was just glad she was talking.
"You had a brain aneurysm. Out of nowhere. I'm so glad to have you alive. We've been here for a week. It was supposed to only be a few days but you haven't spoken in a while." I say, grazing y/n's face with my hand.
She groans. "I want home."
A few tears slip out of my eyes. "I know baby. I want you home too."
- 4 days later-
I lay Y/n down on our bed, resting her bed properly against the pillow and keeping her body somewhat upright.
"Comfortable?" I ask.
She nods. "Very. Thank you baby." She puckers her lips for me to kiss her, and I do. Somewhat gently so I don't hurt her.
"I'm so glad you're home. I know you've got some recovery to do, but I'm just ecstatic that you can talk and even walk a little." I say, holding one of her hands in mine.
She smiles. "I'm happy to have you. Im so lucky. Too lucky."
"No, my love. That would be me."
