Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 79

Ashley‘s pov

There are a lot of things that scare me but seeing Blake on the hospital bed, looking, so useless with a breathing tube down his throat was the most scared I‘ve ever been.

From where I am standing, I could distinctly see a white bandage wrapped around his head. And as I walk closer the ugly red on his skin is visible to the naked eye Bruises I only hoped would heal was scattered on his face.

I could not seem to think, my emotions, they felt like they were not part of me. My heart pained yet it felt numb. Was that normal? My stomach churn, breathing now harsh. It felt like every breath I took was now constricted.

There I stood beside his bed, my husband‘s bed looking at his unmoving body. His eyes were shut, face pale like the color of uncooked oats. There were also red and raw scratches on his handsome face. I let out a sob.

He did not look like my Blake.

The doctor spoke but I only got half the words he had been uttering for the past five minutes. He didn‘t seem to acknowledge that I was barely listening to him, he showed no signs of it.

“He had been shot at the back of his head, thankfully the bullet did not hit anything vital to kill him. But we have placed him in an induced coma to help the swelling of his brain–” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

My head was heavy, eyes not at all clear because of the moisture of incoming tears. Coma. The word was not something I liked to hear.

“Will he wake up?” I find my sudden dry lips crack open to ask this question. I had not lifted my eyes away from Blake as yet but I did now to stare at the doctor. 2

His white hair was nearly balding at the top of his head. It was common for men his age. Glasses protected brown orbs and when he smiled lines of age creases at the corners of his eyes.

He looked friendly enough but when I looked closer. There was unmistakable pity in his eyes. I draw my eyes away, feeling like I would receive the worst news.

“He will wake up, there is nothing to worry about. But usually patients who have suffered the injury your husband had endured do not–” He drew out as if looking for an easy way to let me know that something was bad.

I latch my eyes back to him, wanting to see his expression, gauge for any dishonesty. “Do not what doctor?” I did not mean for my tone to come out so harsh.

My shoulders sag in defeat. I dropped my gaze to the clipboard he held in his hand.

“Sorry.” I apologize.

“No need to apolgize. But I will inform you that your husband Blake, he might not be the same after he has awakened from the coma. You see patients that have suffered that kind of trauma to their heads do face other complications.” He starts gauging for my reaction,

I froze, fingers cold as I reach over and touch Blake‘s equally cold fingers. But when my

fingers wrap around his unmoving hand I suddenly get a tiny spark of warmth. He was always any anchor

I know the doctor was beating around the bush, they always do this when they‘re about to deliver bad news. But all I wanted was for him to just rip off the band aid and tell me exactly what he has been irking to say.

lift my gaze to the doctor‘s name badge, Unfortunately I had not remembered his name when he had informed me of it the very second I had entered the room.

All I could‘ve registered was Blake‘s still body on the small bed. He looked so huge in it that I was afraid he was uncomfortable.

“Doctor Gomez, I appreciate that you‘re trying your very best to not upset me with whatever you‘re about to say. But I can handle it, let it out. The more you beat around the bush the more it‘s killing me.” I rushed out on a single breath. Then sucked in some air when I felt my lungs wouldn‘t function when hearing the doctor‘s next words.

“There could be a case of amnesia when he wakes up. With the impact of the injury he could even be left disabled. Patients whose brains that are swelled normally take days to weeks to wake up from the induced coma.” He says, voice dropping to almost a soft whisper when he sees the tears leak down my cheeks.

I sniffle, my hands now wrapping around Blake‘s more firmly. I rake my eyes over his form, so peaceful, so still.

I draw my eyes back to the doctor, his eyes now clearly showing pity. “Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” It comes out croaky from having my throat dry and tongue heavy.

He clears his throat and jots down something on the paper attached to the clipboard. “Sure, take all the time you need Mrs. Reed.”

I hear his retreating steps, they‘re loud and heavy on the tiles before I hear the soft click of the door being shut behind him.

The quietness accompanied by the soft sound of Blake‘s heart being heard on the monitor makes me feel all the more lonely.

It was like an invisible pressure on my chest until I couldn‘t take it anymore and let out a loud cry. My fingers itched to push them into my hair and tug the tresses until all came out. But I refrain knowing Blake would be upset to wake up to his wife bald. He did love my hair.

But what if he doesn‘t remember you?

The terrible thought mocked me until my chest felt unbearably tight. I look at his face, wishing his eyes would open and let me get pulled in by his blue orbs. But nothing happens, not even a twitch.

I let my bag drop to the floor, the little clothes I brought felt like it wasn‘t enough for the days I would spend here. I did not want to think that it would be weeks. Blake was a fighter, there was no doubting it.

I clutched his cold hand letting him feel that I was here. I highly doubted he‘d know by the lack of movement from him. “Please baby fight this, I know you can.” I cried clutching unto him more firmly than necessary.

“Why couldn‘t you be selfish for once and get out of harms way instead of going and save

another? Why couldn‘t you have run away?” I asked him though I knew he‘d not answer me.

Was I evil for saying those words? Was it bad that I wanted him to have left his comrade? Was it bad that I did not want to see him in this kind of state even though he saved another?

With tears flowing down my cheeks I bend my head to rest my lips on his cold forehead.” You promised to come back to me safely. We haven‘t done forever yet Blake. Come back so we could finish it.” I pleaded on a shaky breath and kissed his forehead.7