He Could Be The One✔️

Uphill battle

After tests ran, the doctors determined that Dom didn't need surgery but needed medication to break up a clot that had form and to prevent another stroke occurring. He would be in the hospital for a few weeks; then, his recovery time depended on him.

Margo helped with Mikayla so that I could stay with Dom. I felt terrible for Mikayla because she went through a lot at such a young age. Dom was everything to her and me.

I sat with him every day, waiting for him to open his eyes. It was a waiting game, and I would wait forever for him.

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Dom's POV

I woke up and looked around at the room. Kami had her head on my bed, sleeping. I lifted my left hand and patted her head. She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Dom."

"K-am-i," I slurred. What was wrong with my voice?

"Dom, you had a mini-stroke."

I furrowed my brows and tried to move my right arm but was having a hard time.

"Shh, it affected your right side, but the doctor said you didn't need surgery, and with rehab, it would leave you with a slight limp. Work hard, baby," she said to me.

She left to get the doctor as I laid there. The last thing I remember was sitting in the diner talking to her. I was having headaches, but I figure it was stress.

She returned with the doctor, who checked me out.

"Dominick, you awake is a good sign," he said as he checked me out.

"W-ha-t?" I slurred, but I was getting frustrated.

"What happened?"

I nodded.

"You had a transient ischemic attack, referred to as a mini-stroke. We found a blood clot in your brain and were able to give medicine to dissolve it. There is no rhyme or reason it happens. It can happen. But to make a full recovery, we will need to get you out of this bed as soon as possible and rehab. The sooner, the better," the doctor told me.

I sat there. I did not understand why this happened. Why me? I was so frustrated I slammed my left fist onto the bed.

"Dom."

"N-o."

"Dominick Haywood, you listen to me. You will fight. Fight for Mikayla, fight for our baby, and fight for me. We need you to come home, but you have to fight," she said firmly.

I was so angry, but Kami didn't back down. She stood her ground. It was going to be an uphill battle.

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The next day, they got me out of bed and into a wheelchair. They wheeled me down to the rehab section with Kami following.

The first session didn't go well, and I threw something at the physical therapist. I got reprimanded by my wife. Ever try arguing with someone when you slur your words? It's not fun.

I was so frustrated and done.

"Dominick!"

"N-o!"

"Fine. Then I guess I will tell Mikayla that her daddy is acting like a pain in the ass and is never coming home," she yelled at me.

"K-am-i!"

"No! Get your ass up and work with us now! Fight, damn it!" She yelled.

I screamed as I pushed myself up with the therapist's help. He helped me over and had me move. Then he had me work my right hand and arm. I had to work them so they didn't freeze up on me where I couldn't use them.