Waiting on Someone...
drgorgeous73
Published
11/21/2010
Flashing back to that morning still made me shutter. We had been laying naked in bed earlier that morning. You always woke up so beautiful. I rubbed your soft skin and just stared in amazement at you. Oh, how you hated that. You smiled and pull the covers up over your eyes. I jerked the back down, exposing one of your breasts and you shrieked. Then I tickled you until you could take no more. It had been a wonderful morning, until I got the call.
I sped to the hospital thinking the worst and hoping for the best. It was excruciating. I got to your room and you looked nothing like you had a few hours ago. Your face was swelled, your nose was broke, you had a tube in your throat, and your were in a coma. The policeman said a dump truck had crossed the center line and smashed into you. They had to cut you out of the car. He solemnly said, "I'm not sure why this girl is still alive." It seemed like an eternity before the doctor visited the room. He looked at some of the tests and whispered something to the nurse. She left the room and the doctor came over to where I was sitting. He asked if I was her husband. I said, "No. We are engaged." He then asked where her parents were. I said, "I have called them and they are on their way. They live out of town so it will be a little while. Please tell me what's going to happen to her." He coldly looked down at me and softly said, "We don't know if she will ever wake up. If she does, she may not ever have her full mental faculties back." I hung my head and cried.
Lindsay's parent's arrived later that evening and the doctor told them the prognosis. We comforted each other all night. I took off the next two weeks of work to sit with Lindsay. I rubbed her hands, talked to her, and kissed her forehead many times a day. I was looking for some sign she might come out of the coma. The two weeks were up and I never saw a real positive sign. I was very depressed. I didn't know how to go on without her. I returned to work while Lindsay's parents kept the vigil going. Exactly two months after the accident, her mother called and said she was responding to voices. Once again, I sped towards the hospital in my car. I got to Lindsay's bedside and whispered in her ear, "Lindsay, it's me honey. I love you." She squeezed my hand.
The next few months were painstakingly slow, but Lindsay did improve. She slowly started talking in short sentences. She started eating milkshakes and eventually real food again. The doctors were amazed. Lindsay was very determined. Six months after coming out of the coma, she began standing up and doing some basic leg exercises to rebuild her strength. At eight months, she was taking a few steps. My hope of getting Lindsay back to normal got stronger everyday. After 1 year, Lindsay came home. Of course the transition was difficult. Lindsay still had long strides to make, but normalcy did not seem so infinitely far away. It was tangible.
Lindsay did make a full recovery. We became a normal couple again. During her ordeal, we had missed our original wedding date. On our 5 year anniversary (2 years after the accident) I proposed to her again. It seemed like we had started over in a way. I wanted it to be really special. We went out to a very fancy restaurant, I surprised her with our family and friends being there, and I even got the original engagement ring fitted with an additional diamond setting. I proposed and she started crying and went off to the bathroom. I chased her and asked what was wrong. She cried and shook and said she wasn't sure she could get married yet. That after the accident she wasn't sure about the future. I tried to understand. I said, "We'll just take it slow and see what happens." She nodded and we hugged. That was Friday. Yesterday I found out she is having an affair...with a friend of mine.
I am writing this on her laptop in her bedroom. I am waiting on her to get home from sleeping with my buddy. Her car accident is not going to look so bad after tonight. Oh, there's her car now. Gotta get....
I sped to the hospital thinking the worst and hoping for the best. It was excruciating. I got to your room and you looked nothing like you had a few hours ago. Your face was swelled, your nose was broke, you had a tube in your throat, and your were in a coma. The policeman said a dump truck had crossed the center line and smashed into you. They had to cut you out of the car. He solemnly said, "I'm not sure why this girl is still alive." It seemed like an eternity before the doctor visited the room. He looked at some of the tests and whispered something to the nurse. She left the room and the doctor came over to where I was sitting. He asked if I was her husband. I said, "No. We are engaged." He then asked where her parents were. I said, "I have called them and they are on their way. They live out of town so it will be a little while. Please tell me what's going to happen to her." He coldly looked down at me and softly said, "We don't know if she will ever wake up. If she does, she may not ever have her full mental faculties back." I hung my head and cried.
Lindsay's parent's arrived later that evening and the doctor told them the prognosis. We comforted each other all night. I took off the next two weeks of work to sit with Lindsay. I rubbed her hands, talked to her, and kissed her forehead many times a day. I was looking for some sign she might come out of the coma. The two weeks were up and I never saw a real positive sign. I was very depressed. I didn't know how to go on without her. I returned to work while Lindsay's parents kept the vigil going. Exactly two months after the accident, her mother called and said she was responding to voices. Once again, I sped towards the hospital in my car. I got to Lindsay's bedside and whispered in her ear, "Lindsay, it's me honey. I love you." She squeezed my hand.
The next few months were painstakingly slow, but Lindsay did improve. She slowly started talking in short sentences. She started eating milkshakes and eventually real food again. The doctors were amazed. Lindsay was very determined. Six months after coming out of the coma, she began standing up and doing some basic leg exercises to rebuild her strength. At eight months, she was taking a few steps. My hope of getting Lindsay back to normal got stronger everyday. After 1 year, Lindsay came home. Of course the transition was difficult. Lindsay still had long strides to make, but normalcy did not seem so infinitely far away. It was tangible.
Lindsay did make a full recovery. We became a normal couple again. During her ordeal, we had missed our original wedding date. On our 5 year anniversary (2 years after the accident) I proposed to her again. It seemed like we had started over in a way. I wanted it to be really special. We went out to a very fancy restaurant, I surprised her with our family and friends being there, and I even got the original engagement ring fitted with an additional diamond setting. I proposed and she started crying and went off to the bathroom. I chased her and asked what was wrong. She cried and shook and said she wasn't sure she could get married yet. That after the accident she wasn't sure about the future. I tried to understand. I said, "We'll just take it slow and see what happens." She nodded and we hugged. That was Friday. Yesterday I found out she is having an affair...with a friend of mine.
I am writing this on her laptop in her bedroom. I am waiting on her to get home from sleeping with my buddy. Her car accident is not going to look so bad after tonight. Oh, there's her car now. Gotta get....
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