Chapter 679
Josue’s heart sank at Eileen’s words. Logically, the antidote should have worked by now, and Bryan should have regained consciousness. However, more than twenty hours had passed since the injection, and Bryan remained unresponsive.
He understood that the longer Bryan remained in this state, the more Eileen’s worries would deepen. Josue couldn’t find the words to comfort her. He, too, had been anxious for several days as Bryan remained in a coma. Bryan had undergone a series of tests, and the results had come back normal.
Eileen paced, her anxiety palpable. “It’s been several days. All the tests have been done. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”
After a pause, she continued, “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong? Or are you hiding something from me? If there’s anything I can do to help him wake up sooner, just let me know. I’m willing to try anything!”
Her doubts began to gnaw at her. Had Bryan kept them from sharing the worst news with her?
Looking resigned, the doctor tried to reassure Eileen. “Mrs. Curtis, I assure you, we have reviewed all the results thoroughly. There is no hidden issue. His condition is simply unexpected.”
“Eileen, please try to stay calm. This situation is truly unforeseen. All we can do now is wait,” he said.
Eileen slowly regained her composure. She turned around, took a deep breath, and tucked her long black hair behind her ears.
Josue had sent the doctors away. Eileen sank into a chair, her gaze fixed on the man bathed in the warm sunlight.
The scar on Bryan’s forehead was still there. The small wounds from the plane crash had mostly healed, erasing the rugged look Bryan had once worn from his days in the remote mountain village. Yet, he lay there in his bed, trapped in a deep coma that seemed to defy logic, sending waves of pain washing over Eileen.
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Eileen didn’t leave until sunset, despite Josue urging her several times. She hadn’t slept well for days, leaving her in a daze as she wandered through the chaotic city streets. Amidst the cacophony of traffic, she felt a ringing in her ears.
Caught off guard, Eileen stumbled into the path of an approaching truck. The world seemed to tilt around her as her head slammed against the truck’s windscreen. Warm blood trickled down her forehead, turning her vision into a haze of red.
In her dazed state, Eileen faintly heard Bryan’s familiar voice through the clamor of the world around her.
“Eileen…”
Despite the overwhelming noise and chaos, the comfort of Bryan’s voice provided a moment of solace. A gentle smile touched Eileen’s lips as she surrendered to the darkness, her consciousness slipping away.
The sharp, antiseptic smell of disinfectant filled the air, prickling Eileen’s senses. She grabbed the sheet and sat up abruptly.
“Bryan!”
The doctor nearby quickly steadied her. “Curtis, are you okay? We haven’t finished treating your wound yet.”