Coma Revelation: What I Heard My Wife Say That Changed Everything – The Story of the Day
I Was in a Coma and Heard My Wife Saying, ‘Our Plan Worked’ — Story of the Day
My wife and her concubine caused my accident, which left me in a coma, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise. Although she prayed I wouldn’t survive, I did.
As I continued to apply the brakes on my automobile, the question “Will I die today?” kept coming to me. Elaine, my wife, had called to inform me that there was an intruder in our home, so I was trying to get back to her by driving quickly down the highway.
A small redhead youngster staggered across the road as I sped to 80 km/h. After pressing the brakes several times without getting any response, I swerved violently to avoid running over the boy who had appeared out of nowhere. My car then rolled over several times, and I passed out.
When consciousness returned, I was in a hospital. All around my body hurt, and even though I knew exactly what was going on around me, I was unable to open my eyes. I attempted a few times to speak, but my lips was unresponsive too.
The only sound I could hear for a while was the beep beep beep of the equipment I was connected to. I kept attempting to get my body’s faculties to function after the nurses departed, even though they had come to check on me and take my vitals.
After a few hours, I heard someone come into my ward. I tried opening my eyes again, but nothing came of it. Someone smelt familiar, and I knew it had to be my wife when she said hello.
I was ecstatic, but I kept it to myself. It was a terrifying encounter. Instead of hearing her cry over the severity of my wounds, I heard her pick up a phone. Her statements astonished me when the person she had called picked up.
She said, “John did not die, baby.” “I should have known that the mechanic I paid to tamper with his brakes would do a terrible job.” Elaine laughed in response to what I could not hear the other person say.
“My dear, don’t worry.” she murmured. “John is a vegetable right now and the doctor says it is likely he will remain that way.”
I felt betrayed and disheartened. I made every effort to get my body to function again at that precise time, but I was unable. After a few minutes, my wife left, but the lessons I had learnt stuck with me.
An hour later, I heard my ward’s door open once more, and this time, a small youngster was speaking. He questioned, “Is this the man who saved my life?”
“Yes, he is Arthur,” a different, more mature female voice answered. “Say thank you.”
The youngster said, “Thank you, sir,” right away. “I hope you get better soon.”
The woman grasped my hand and expressed her gratitude while shedding tears. It was the mother of the youngster, and she had come to express her appreciation for my bravery. That day, for the first time, I felt a little better.
Perhaps out of remorse, the two continued to see me every day, but it seemed more like a show of appreciation. She shaved my increasing beard to keep me looking respectable and cleansed me.
Every time she visited, she brought a novel to read to me in her melodic, lilting accent, and I couldn’t help but wish I could open my eyes to see her. I had never seen her before, but she had introduced herself as Jenna one day.
Every day was an absolute nightmare, save for the times she stopped by, at which point I started to fall in love. After the first day, my wife had not bothered to see me once, and I knew that she was most likely spending my hard-earned money elsewhere.
After almost two months, Jenna came to see me with some heartbreaking news. They had some debt, so they were relocating to live with her mother in a different location. She had come to bid me farewell and wish me a full recovery.
My heart ached as she revealed her intended relocation to me, and I began to experience true panic. I wished for her to stay. Just one tear escaped my eye. I had no power.
After noticing the teardrop, she proceeded to see the physician. Together, they came back and continued to prod me to open my eyes. I wanted to see her so much that I eventually did.
She was truly delighted when I saw her, and my feelings for her grew. When the doctor asked if I wanted to get in touch with my wife right away, I said that I wanted to surprise her. I had a strategy.
I asked the nurse to phone and let her know I had passed an hour after I woke up. She hurried over to confirm after hearing, and when she found out I’d been transported to the morgue, she pulled out her phone and said, “Our plan worked!” to the man on the line.
She had no idea that I was observing, and when she hung up the phone, I told her who I was. She let out a terrified “Ghost!” cry.
I didn’t laugh when I told her I didn’t want to be friends with her, even though it was amusing. I told her that I was going to divorce her and that she would not be getting any of my belongings.
I also told her that if she tried to do any more harm, I would have her imprisoned. She made an attempt to plead, but I refused by telling her that I had overheard her phone call the day I was brought into the hospital. That silenced her, and she hurried out of fear that I would change my mind.
After I assisted Jenna in paying off her debt, we began dating. We now live together in pleasure and I like spending time with her and her child Arthur.
What lessons may we draw from this tale?
