My Scientific Love (PUBLISHED BOOK UNDER HOWLING WOLF'S)

MSL #44

Comatose

As soon as we got out of the car, I rushed to Simon's room, tears streaming down my face.

I felt the chill and shivering as I opened the door to his room.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my man lying peacefully on the bed. Without hesitation, I ran to him and planted kisses on his cheeks.

"Simon, love... wake up. Wake up... wake up, p-please. I'm here... wake up. Love, please, please..."

I tried to wake him, but there was no sign that he was about to open his eyes. Suddenly, Caldrin entered, followed by my children and Dad.

"The longer a patient remains in a coma, the poorer his or her chance of recovery and the greater the chance that he or she will enter a vegetative state. By the third day, the chance of making a moderate or good recovery is reduced to only 7%, and by the 14th day, it is as low as 2%..."

My heart ached upon hearing that. I can't afford to lose him twice. Simon cannot be taken away from me again. I don't think I could bear it.

"B-But he's alive... I can feel it! I can fucking feel it! Please, believe me... Simon can do this, please... he's alive, guys! He's damn alive!"

My children were crying too, but all I could do was cry in front of my husband, lying there like a wilted vegetable.

"Mom, how long has Dad been in... in a coma?" Camaeron asked.

"8 years... 8 years, Camaeron." I knelt in front of my son and cried. Trembling, I stood up and approached Caldrin.

"Caldrin! How long do... do comas and states of altered consciousness last?"

"Generally, after traumatic brain injury, the deepest level of true coma lasts from two to four weeks. If the person does not wake from the coma, they enter a semi-comatose state, called vigil coma or vegetative state, which includes sleep and wake cycles..." Caldrin answered.

All I could do was cry and sob. Why is he so cruel to me? Just when I was able to hold and embrace Simon, now I'm faced with more problems?

"Simon, wake up, please! Wake up! You've been sleeping for eight years, aren't you tired of it yet? Our kids need you; they need a father to guide and protect them. Please... please, Simon! Wake up now! Don't sleep anymore! You've had enough rest, love... please, please! Wake up, Simon! Wake up, please..." I held his hand.

I'm hoping he'll wake up from his long sleep.

"I know you're tired, but... but 8 years is already enough, Simon... your rest is over. Wake up, okay? We're waiting for you, Simon, please. Listen to me, we're not even married yet! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" I was shouting in my pain. Mom was holding me, but I struggled until Dad hugged me. His embrace made me weak.

"Dad, please tell me that Simon will wake up, please... Daddy! Assure me that he will wake up... I want Simon to wake up from his long, long sleep. We and his children want him to wake up! Please, wake him up!" Levi wiped the tears from my eyes.

"If I could just make Daddy wake up, Mom... just for you to stop hurting." She hugged me tightly.

That night, we would greet Christmas with sadness.

We're still hoping for Simon to wake up.

"Camael, eat something first." I just shook my head.

I held Simon's hand, hoping he would wake up. I badly want to be the first person he sees when he wakes up. I stared at his face. He hadn't changed. He is still the Simon Montreade I loved. He had just grown a beard on his chin.