I Spent Two Weeks in the Hospital, and My Husband Never Visited Me Once – When I Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, I Stood There Staring in Disbelief JuliaBy Julia21/06/202612 Mins Read

I Spent Two Weeks in the Hospital, and My Husband Never Visited Me Once – When I Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, I Stood There Staring in Disbelief JuliaBy Julia21/06/202612 Mins Read

A few weeks earlier, brutal stomach pain had folded me in half. After a rush of urgent tests, the doctors found a serious condition that required immediate surgery.

The days before the operation were frightening, but Rowan stayed beside me the entire time.

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On the morning of surgery, my hands trembled uncontrollably while he sat on the edge of my hospital bed and held my fingers.

“I’m terrified, Ro,” I whispered.

“You are the strongest woman I know,” he said softly. “I am not going anywhere.”

Nurse Clara came in wearing a gentle smile. “Dr. Evans is the best surgeon we have, Beverly.”

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“Will someone come get me as soon as she’s out?” Rowan asked, his voice strained.

“The moment she’s safely in recovery,” Clara promised. “I’ll come find you myself.”

He turned toward me again and pressed my hand. “Three hours, and I’ll be the first thing you see when you open your eyes.”

“You swear?”

“On my life,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I’ll even have your terrible hospital coffee waiting.”

They rolled me into the operating room. My recovery did not happen the way it was supposed to.

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Serious complications kept me unconscious much longer than expected. When I finally floated back toward awareness, my throat was raw and my head pounded.

“Rowan?”

“It’s Nurse Clara,” she said. “You’re in the recovery wing now.”

“Where is my husband?”