Chapter 217: Never Like This
(TYLER)
I don’t know how much time passes, or how many times I have to come out and deliver more no-news to the waiting Adonis family outside. I have to ignore the waiting cops too. But eventually, the surgeon comes out to speak to me. She looks more pleased with herself than the outcome, I think, because she confirms it when she speaks.
"Your alpha is a lucky man. The gunshots missed his vital organs. But there was one bleed that was tricky at first. That one will take quite some time to heal. But now, our main concern is the head injury."
"He got shot in the head?" for a moment, the room goes out of focus.
"No." the surgeon says then gestures at my shoulder, squeezing. "This injury was a blow to the head or maybe a fall. It caused some swelling in his brain, but that should subside with time as he heals. But since he is still unstable, we have him in an induced coma while he is on the ventilator."
"Is...is he going to live?" I’m struggling to pull air into my lungs.
"Yes." The surgeon says as though it is some foregone conclusion, as if she hadn’t noticed death slipping with her into the operating room. "He is going to live."
"When can I see him?" I ask hopefully.
It took so many hours and a lot of pointing out how much money we have given to the hospital before they let me see my husband in the ICU. Miles and Jericho did the heavy lifting in those negotiations and for that, I will forever be grateful to them, because I could barely speak.
And when they finally let me walk into that little room to see him, just for a moment, I almost walked straight back out and told them that they made a mistake. I just couldn’t believe that it was Sasha. My Sasha, covered in masks and tubes and lying more still than he has ever been in his life.
Now, even with a few days passed, when he has been moved into a private recovery ward and I can stay with him as long as I please, I still get the urge to argue with the staff.