บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Hockey Star Regret: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Nicole's POVAfter a long search at the hospitals around the spot where Brad had the accident according to the news, we finally found a place that felt like the obvious choice. Of course, we weren't expecting it to be easy as the address wasn't public, but judging from the footage and how badly he'd been hurt and his personality, this looked like the kind of hospital they'd take him to; everywhere from the outside spelt luxury and professional without having to do much, like a five star hospital if there was anything like that. From the cab we saw uniformed security at the entrance. The driver stopped Mellisa and I stepped and just then, a guard walked up and asked the usual questions which were our names, who we were visiting, whether we had ID and the likes. He checked the visitor log, then his radio. The next guard asked one more thing, in that polite-but-firm way you get at places used to crises.“Do you have a contact number for the patient’s next of kin?” the second guard asked

Mrs. Jasper’s POVI had wanted to step out only for a moment after I got a quick call from my lawyer with regards to a check on a transfer since I already left the nurse with one instruction: ‘no visitors except Bianca and me, should be allowed to be here to see Brad.’ You know, I meant it with regards to Brad's present condition. When you’ve built a plan this particular, you don’t leave wiggle room for surprises.So when the nurse came in, breathless and apologetic, saying someone was at the hospital requesting to come see Brad, I paused. My first thought was Bianca, of course.“Is it Bianca?” I asked, already steering my voice to neutral.“No, ma’am,” the nurse said. She’d been leaning in, looking at me as if she was waiting for me to ask who the person was; I didn’t like the way she looked at me — like she expected me to be cross. I was, but composed. Anger has to be economical when you’re protecting something fragile.“Then tell them the instructions,” I said, sharp. “Only Bianca

Nicole’s POVAfter seeing how helpless Brad looked and all, in his condition right there in the bed; all I wished, hoped and prayed was that he gets well soon. Because honestly, even if he didn't care to continue our relationship after this, then it's fine. Besides no one will wish his worst enemy this, let alone a man that I once loved.I sat there, feeling less beside the machines that were literally helping him breathe. His chest rose and fell, but it wasn’t… his normal breathing. It was slow, dragged, like the air had to fight before it got in.Because even though the nurse tried to give us their words with regards to his health, it could only take the Grace of God for Brad to survive because I know for security reasons, they might not really say how complicated his condition is at the moment.“Nicole… sit,” Mellisa whispered, gently pressing my shoulder down when she noticed I’d stood again without even realising.“I can’t just sit,” I muttered. “Look at him. This is not… this is

Brad’s POVFor what seemed like forever, it seemed like I wasn't just in control of anything about me.Just this heavy darkness that felt like thick water, like I was floating somewhere I couldn’t see or touch. Sometimes it felt like I was sinking, sometimes like I was just… suspended. No days. No nights. Just one long stretch of nothing that refused to end.But in between that nothing, there were moments.A warm pressure on my fingers.A soft voice is always near my ear.Someone saying things to me like it mattered.A light squeeze on my hand whenever the darkness tried to pull harder.But you know the worst part? I couldn’t move and I couldn’t answer either. But somewhere inside that fog, I felt it. The touches. The tiny tremors of someone crying near me. A voice that sounded like it was trying not to break.I didn’t know who and I didn’t know why all of this was happening. But somehow, I knew I wasn’t completely alone.Then, one moment was different.Instead of floating, my body su

Mrs. Jasper’s POV“Doctor, you mean Brad went into amnesia as a result of the coma?” I said, unable to hide the crack that slipped into my voice despite my best efforts.I had returned to the hospital with relief still sitting heavy in my chest after hearing that Brad had finally opened his eyes. That alone had felt like a miracle. But standing in the doctor’s office now, listening to the rest of the explanation, the relief slowly unraveled into something colder and sharper.“Yes,” the doctor replied calmly. “Some cases present like this. Post-traumatic amnesia is not unusual after a prolonged coma, especially when there has been head trauma.”I lowered myself into the chair opposite him, suddenly unsure of my legs.He continued, reading my silence. “Like it’s proven medically, there are still chances that he will regain his memories. This isn’t permanent in most cases. But recovery will depend on several factors.”I leaned forward slightly. “Factors like what?”“Consistency. Emotiona