The Billionaire's Regret { Regret Series #1}

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

{DOCTOR, DOCTOR, DOCTOR, PLEASE HELP!}

As Kathleen burst out of the operating room, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. The sound of her frantic voice reached both the doctor and David, who were engaged in a hushed conversation just a few paces away.

"Doctor, doctor, doctor, please help!" she cried out, her voice cracking with urgency. Both men turned towards her, their faces reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern. Without wasting a moment, they hurried towards her, the doctor leading the way.

Breathless and trembling, Kathleen gestured towards the room where Charles lay, cold and lifeless. "His heart... it's beating again," she gasped, hoping that her words were not just a fleeting illusion. The doctor and a team of nurses rushed past her, their white coats billowing behind them as they entered the room, leaving Kathleen and David who was in shock on hearing the news standing outside.

Time seemed to stand still as Kathleen and David exchanged worried glances, their hearts heavy with uncertainty. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel game, teasing them with a flicker of hope, only to dash it away moments later. They could do nothing but wait anxiously, their thoughts consumed by questions that begged for answers.

Inside the room, the doctor's skilled hands moved with practiced precision, checking Charles' vital signs and monitoring the beeping machine that documented his fragile existence. As the medical team worked diligently, a sense of both relief and trepidation hung in the air. Charles' heart may have resumed its steady rhythm, yet his unconscious state struck them with a disheartening blow.

Time seemed to stretch on, dragging with it an entangled blend of longing and despair. Hours passed before the doctor and group of nurses came out of the room, informing Kathleen and David about Charles's comatose state.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Charles remained imprisoned in the silent world of his comatose state. Kathleen never left his side, her devotion unwavering despite the countless hours that ticked by, watching over him with a fiercely guarded hope. She eventually told Lana about her father's condition and also brought her over sometimes when coming to the hospital.

Kathleen held onto her faith, finding solace in the faint glimmer of life that pulsed within Charles' still form
With each passing day, she crafted a symphony of whispered words and gentle touches, carrying them into the depths of Charles' unconsciousness, willing him to hear her voice and return to her embrace.

And then, one fateful day, as the hospital rooms hummed with their ordinary symphony of beeping machines and softly stepping feet, a miracle unfolded. After nine months, Charles stirred in his sleep, a gentle flutter of eyelashes against his pale cheeks. It was a hesitant dance, a delicate awakening that pulled him back from the threshold of eternity.

Kathleen's heart leapt in her chest as she witnessed this awakening, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She reached for Charles' hand, her touch guiding him back to the realm of the living. With trembling fingers, she traced the contours of his face, her touch a balm that whispered of love and longing.

As the room bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the whispers of doctors and nurses began to shift. The impossible had become possible, and in the embrace of hope, the symphony of Charles' beating heart grew stronger, echoing through the walls of the hospital, resonating with the miraculous power of love.

She had been gifted a second chance to love and cherish him.