Bared: A King's Hart Novel Book 3 (BWWM)

XXIII. Coma

Nuri.

"Wake up," I demanded quietly into Nathanial's ear. It's been two weeks since I've been able to look into those beautiful green eyes. "It has been the longest two weeks of my life King, and you can't imagine how much I miss you".

I feel lost and helpless as though I am missing the most important part of me. The only comfort I have is in the fact that I have a clear view of his peaceful face and the feel of his warm skin. His goatee morphed into a nice bushy beard

He started breathing on his own a few days ago and I had hopes that things were getting better. When I saw that they removed the breathing machine I thought he'd wake right up. The doctors and nurses keep telling me that he's young and strong and that he's got the best chances but... I'm not seeing any improvement.

He's still not awake. He's here and yet. . . not here.

During surgery, his lung collapsed and complicated matters. Now he has two marks at his abdomen. There's one where Emma hurt him. It was a nasty jagged mark compared to the neat one where they place his chest tube. It was meant to keep his lung expanded while he recovered. They removed the chest tube a few days ago. Every day I watch the nurses come in here and change his dressing and drain the build-up of blood in the plastic bulb around his wound.

I cannot bring myself to leave his side despite the efforts of everyone around me. I cannot risk him waking up and me not being there. Every day, the same doctor and surgeon come in here and tell me that it's a waiting game.

Not one hour passes without me begging him to wake up. So many things have changed since that crazy day in Emma's apartment. My hands fell to my stomach protectively as I thought about him and our future. Each time I do, it reminds me that my child may never meet her father. Her? I guess I think it's a girl. He must wake up because he is the first person I am going to tell.

With every passing minute, I kiss him somewhere in hopes that he can feel it... somehow.

Every day I ask Ambrose about Emma and Nathanial Jr. He's already confirmed that the boy is not Nathanial's biological son. He's with Kayman now who has decided to adopt him and raise him as his own. Emma's was charged with fraud and attempted murder. I don't understand the legalities of it all, but Ambrose assures me that everything is under control.

I still worry that things aren't finished where Emma is concerned. Anyone that has the capabilities to fake their won death knows how to be resourceful.

His IV started beeping just then and not a moment later the nurse walked in with a clear saline bag in hand. "Guess I came right on time huh," she said with a smile. "I'm just going to switch his fluids."

Of all the nurses, she was my favorite. She would always take time to talk to Nathanial as if he were awake and talking back to her. She encourages everyone to talk to him because she knows that he can hear us.

I watched her skillful hand move about his IV lines with ease. Everything about her was angelic, from her tall slender form to her soft curls and soft voice. From her just being here, I was immediately at ease.

"How are we today Ms. Hart?" she asked me while she pressed buttons on the IV machine.

I heaved a sigh. "Just dealing with it day by day," I said running my hands through his dark hair.

She turned to face me and gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's the right attitude."

I stared into my hands and nodded.

"Mr. King,  I'll be back with your medication in a couple hours," she said into his ear. "It would be nice to come back and find you awake. You have a very beautiful lady here who is dying to see you. You really shouldn't keep her waiting."