Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Lucas POV

I stepped outside after the jail visit ended, and a light rain had begun to fall, pattering softly against the pavement.

Adrian stood waiting beside the car, an umbrella already opes in his hand.

“The medical team arrived at NewYork-Presbyterian twenty minutes ago, he said. “Dr. Navarro is standing by.”

My hands stilled. “Rosa?”

“Still critical. But Navarro says there’s a chance.”

I pressed my palms against my eyes. “Just get me there.”

The drive took fifteen minutes that felt like fifteen years. When we pulled up to the main entrance, I was out before the car fully stopped.

The ICU floor was quiet-just the steady beep of monitors and hushed voices of the night shift. Through the glass partition, I spotted Miguel standing outside Rosa’s room, shoulders hunched with exhaustion.

I pushed through the doors. Miguel’s head snapped up, and his expression transformed from despair to pure rage.

“You.” He crossed the space between us in three long strides. “Get the fuck out of here.”

His fist connected with my jaw before I could speak. The impact sent me staggering backward into the wall. I tasted blood.

“Dad, no!” Sophia’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears. She appeared in Rosa’s doorway, still in a hospital gown. “Stop it!”

Miguel grabbed my collar and slammed me against the wall again. “You destroyed my family. My daughter lost her baby because of you. My wife is in a vegetative state because of the stress you caused. And you have the audacity to show up here?”

I didn’t fight back. Just let him hold me there, his knuckles white with fury.

‘I deserve that,” I said quietly. “I deserve worse.”

“You’re goddamn right you do.” Miguel’s other fist drew back.

“Dad, please!” Sophia grabbed his arm. “Just let him speak.”

Miguel released me with a shove that made my head bounce off the wall. “You have thirty seconds before I call security.

I straightened slowly, wiping blood from my split lip. My phone buzzed-Adrian’s text was brief: Navarro’s team just arrived on your floor. Cutside

entrance.]

Down the hallway, I could hear the soft ding of the elevator, followed by purposeful footsteps.

Tve arranged for a medical team, I said. ‘Dr. Navarro, from lobes Hopkins. Best neurologist in the country spostatizes in trammatic bool atardes and cons cases. He’s here now.”

11:21 am PT M

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The ICU deers-swung open, and a tall man in surgical scrubs entered, flanked by two younger doctors and a nurse carrying specialized equipment. Dr. Navarro had the kind of calm, authoritative presence that commanded immediate respect.

‘Mr. Cruz? Ms. Cruz? He extended his hand to Miguel first, then Sophia. “I’m Dr. Navarro. I understand we have a patient who needs immediate evalua

Miguel’s jaw clenched. “The doctors here already told us there’s nothing they can do. My wife is in a vegetative state. They said the chances of her waki are less than five percent.”

Dr. Navarro nodded gravely. I’ve reviewed Mrs. Cruz’s case files on the way here. The initial diagnosis was based on standard protocols and imaging fre forty-eight hours ago. But I’d like to conduct a more comprehensive neurological assessment using advanced techniques that aren’t typically available in most hospitals.” He gestured to his team. “We have portable equipment that can measure brain activity patterns the standard EEG might miss-microsta analysis, functional connectivity mapping, and metabolic imaging.”

“What does that mean?” Sophia asked, her yoice barely above a whisper.

“It means,” Dr. Navarro said gently, “that what appears to be a vegetative state might actually be a minimally conscious state. The brain might be far mo active than traditional scans suggest. If that’s the case, there are experimental treatments-targeted neural stimulation, specialized drug protocols-that could significantly improve her chances of recovery.”

Miguel’s expression shifted from anger to something that looked dangerously close to hope. “How significantly?”

“I won’t make promises I can’t keep, Mr. Cruz. But if my preliminary assessment shows what I suspect it might, we could be looking at recovery odds of thirty to forty percent instead of five. Maybe higher, depending on what we find.”

Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth. “Thirty to forty percent?”

“This is still a serious situation,” Dr. Navarro continued. “But the human brain is far more resilient than we often give it credit for. I’ve seen patients with similar presentations make remarkable recoveries when given the right intervention at the right time.” He paused. “The key is acting quickly. Every hour

matters.”

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