The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 693

Madelyn's emotions were a tangle of confusion and dread as she pushed through the door into the sterile hospital room. The sharp scent of disinfectant assailed her senses, heightening her unease.

The moment the door swung open, she saw a man lying on the hospital bed, his face obscured by a respiratory mask. He was emaciated, still in a coma. His hand bore a large, discolored patch of burned skin. He seemed devoid of any signs of healthy flesh.

If Madelyn hadn't known that the man before her was Ethan, she might not have recognized him at all. She clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back her silent tears.

'How did things get to this point?' she thought. Her legs felt like they were made of lead; she wanted to approach him but couldn't summon the strength.

'Is all of this my fault?' swirled through her mind.

A voice inside her resonated with guilt: 'This happened because of you. He was in that accident searching for you. If you hadn't run away, he wouldn't be in this condition.'

It took her some time, but Madelyn eventually shook off her paralyzing emotions and walked up to Ethan's bedside. Her voice barely more than a whisper, she softly said his name, "Ethan."

Madelyn reached out to touch his hand, only to find it disturbingly cold. She shivered. She wanted to say so much, to somehow awaken him from his coma, but the words were lodged in her throat, refusing to come out. Finally, breaking through her own sobs, she cried, "Ethan, I've come back!"

"I don't know if you can hear me, but please, wake up. Please?" Her voice trembled as she pleaded. Lowering her head, Madelyn let out a muffled sob, her tears dropping to the floor and forming small, transient puddles.

Meanwhile, at the Clerk of Court office, Yvonne had a red skirt on. She held Zach's arm while a piece of paper was in her other hand. Yvonne was the happiest she had ever been today.