Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 298

Visiting hours in the ICU were strictly limited each day. Bonnie would take breaks from her exam prep to make the trip to the hospital.

Sometimes she would talk to him. She said harsh things, sweet things—she laid it all out.

But Lawrence's condition showed no significant improvement.

The doctors said it was entirely unrealistic to expect him to wake up immediately, but for now, it seemed he might actually survive the critical window.

In all likelihood, once Lawrence was transferred out of the ICU, he would enter a prolonged coma.

If he pulled through that, he could slowly begin physical therapy. Setting aside some unavoidable lingering issues, he could eventually return to a relatively normal life.

But there was also a five to ten percent chance he wouldn't make it out, leaving him in a persistent vegetative state.

The medical team advised the family to prepare for the worst.

A week later, Lawrence was transferred from the ICU to a regular ward. Shirley came to visit that day. After standing by the bed and watching the unconscious man for a while, she stepped out into the adjoining private sitting area to speak with Odette.

Bonnie sat by the bed, her gaze tracing the curved scar that stretched from Lawrence's hairline all the way to the crown of his head.

It looked like a jagged centipede.

His ventilator had been removed, which meant he was breathing on his own. Now, only the ECG monitor, an IV pump, and a few drainage tubes tethered him to the bed.

Bonnie lifted her hand, her fingers hovering just above the dark surgical stitches, tracing the line without making contact.

Truthfully, Lawrence had always been incredibly vain, especially around her. He constantly fussed over his appearance and would randomly ask her if he looked handsome.

If Bonnie ever lied and said no, he would absolutely refuse to let it go. He would relentlessly badger her until she exhausted every flattering adjective in her vocabulary just to shut him up.

But if she told him directly that he was gorgeous, his ego would inflate to the size of the room. Bonnie rarely gave him the satisfaction, even though, deep down, she believed no one in the world was better-looking than him.

Lost in her own world, she kept talking. "I asked you if you were only willing to serve me hand and foot because I was young and pretty. I told you that once I got old, you'd probably be disgusted to even touch me."

Back then, Lawrence had nodded enthusiastically as he scrubbed the sand from her feet, making sure to clean perfectly between her toes. "Obviously. When you're old, your feet are going to look like tree bark. I definitely won't touch them. I won't even look at them."

Furious, Bonnie had grabbed a handful of wet sand and hurled it directly into his face. Forced to eat a mouthful of grit, Lawrence had started spitting it out, cursing as he lunged forward to tickle the soles of her feet.

He had yelled, "Bonnie, you little menace! That's the dirty sand I just washed off your feet, and you threw it in my mouth!"

Bonnie was extremely ticklish, dodging and laughing wildly. The beach was full of couples messing around just like them, so no one paid them any mind. Lawrence had shamelessly pinned her down and kissed her cheek.

"I was just joking. When we get old, I'm going to be the one changing your Depends. I could never be disgusted by you."

Bonnie had pouted indignantly. "Why aren't I the one changing your diapers? I'm two years younger than you! Besides, science proves women are stronger, live longer, and are way tougher than men. I'll definitely be the one taking care of you. You'll be paralyzed in a bed, unable to even hold a glass of water, while I'm still energized enough to go line dancing at the senior center with the other grandpas."