Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 112

"I gave him his depression meds in the morning, but he didn’t take them," the doctor said, frowning. "He

can’t just not take your meds!"

Grace: "I’ll have a good talk with him tomorrow."

Doctor: "I heard he listens to Violette more. Maybe you could..."

"No way! The reason my son is in this state is all because of her. That woman only brings misery to my

son!" Grace exclaimed, her emotions running high.

The doctor didn’t comment.

He was only responsible for Elijah’s physical condition.

"I know you’re not intentionally siding with Violette... We’ll talk again tomorrow! Let’s see if he’ll listen to

me," Grace quickly compromised.

She hoped her son would get better soon. Everything else, she could let slide.

...

After Violette finished her bath, she went to the window and looked at the snow outside.

The ground was white, as if it had been dressed in a layer of silver. The night also seemed a bit

brighter.

She picked up her phone, wanting to call Elijah.

She wanted to hear his voice.

Afraid that he wouldn’t answer, she decided to send him a voice message instead.

Even if she couldn’t hear his voice, she wanted him to hear hers, to let him know that she was thinking

about him.

After sending the voice message, she went to the living room, took out some yarn, and began knitting a

sweater.

The world became peaceful, and her heart followed suit.

Around 2 am, Elijah was awakened by a nightmare.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with a rare terror.

These days, he dreamt every night that he was dead.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

The horrifying part was in the dream, where his body was torn to pieces, unrecognizable.

He had turned into a pile of mush!

The only things surrounding him were flies and bugs.

Every time he woke up, he felt disgusted!

He picked up his phone to check the time.

Accidentally, he opened the messaging app and Violette’s profile picture appeared before his eyes.

With trembling fingers, he opened their chat and saw the voice message she had sent.

He played the voice message. Her voice came out

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---Elijah, it’s snowing today, have you seen it? I heard you were discharged today, I hope you get better

soon! I wanted to call you, but I didn’t want to disturb you, so I sent you a voice message. Let me show

you the snow over here!

---Snowscape.jpg

When he opened the picture, he saw the white snow.

His throat moved, the shadows of his nightmare suppressed.

He kept replaying her voice message, listening to her clear voice. His heart, controlled by the illness,

gradually calmed down.

A week later,

Elijah appeared at the Bourne Group.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, a lightweight woolen blanket draped over his legs.

His face was as cold and noble as ever, emanating an aura of "stay away."

If not for his legs, it would be hard to believe he almost died half a month ago.

When he entered the office, his assistant Joey immediately started briefing him on the work. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After the briefing, Joey asked, "Boss, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Or something else?"

Elijah slightly parted his thin lips and said, "Coffee. And call Melinda over."