Chapter 240: She Will Wake Up
The ward was silent. Aidan lay still in the bed, the rhythmic blip of the electrocardiogram the only sound.
Alison released Jack’s hand, walked to the bedside, and took one of Aidan’s hands.
“Aidan… you’ll wake up, won’t you?” she whispered, tears shimmering in her lashes.
Aidan lay motionless, a pale puppet still fighting for his life.
The ward door slid open as a nurse entered. “Are you the patient’s family?”
“Yes,” they replied.
“The patient requires 24-hour monitoring. This period is critical. He should be observed at all times,” the nurse said.
Alison nodded. “I’ll stay with him until he wakes up.”
“Two people are better,” the nurse reminded her.
“Thank you. I understand,” Alison replied, still holding Aidan’s hand and hoping her warmth would awaken him.
You can’t die, Aidan.
After changing the IV, the nurse left the room.
Jack looked at Alison, his voice filled with concern. “Alison, go get something to eat. I’ll watch over him here.”
“Jack, I’m not hungry. Will Aidan wake up?”
Jack stroked her hair gently. “He will. I promise. But you need to eat first, or you’ll faint before he opens his eyes.”
“No, I’m staying here with him. You go out. I want to be alone.”
Jack nodded. “All right…”
Now, he didn’t feel jealous about Alison’s concern for Aidan. He only hoped Aidan would be okay.
He stepped out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Jack glanced at the caller ID; it was the informant’s number.
“What is it?” he answered tersely, smoke curling from his lips. “Make it quick—I’m at the hospital.”
Chaotic sounds came through the line. “Sir, save me, the yacht…”
“The yacht?” Jack asked.
“Yes… Yes…” came the strained reply.
Then, with a loud thud, the line went dead. Before it disconnected, Jack clearly heard footsteps.
Something’s wrong.
He called his men and ordered them to the bay.
Before leaving, he paused outside Aidan’s ward to steady himself.
He opened the door quietly. “Alison, I have to go—something urgent came up at the docks. I’ll leave two guards and a nurse here. Don’t fall sick before Aidan wakes, all right?”
“Okay. Go ahead and handle it.” Alison forced a faint smile.
“Text me if anything comes up. I might not always be able to take calls, but I’ll definitely check my phone and reply when I can. Okay?”
She murmured, “Okay.”
With a creak, the door closed, restoring silence to the ward.
Alison rested her head on Aidan’s chest and listened to his steady, strong heartbeat. A wave of fragile joy washed over her.
Over ten hours had passed, yet she hadn’t drunk or eaten anything.
“Ma’am, please get some rest. When Mr. Winston wakes up, you’ll have the energy to be with him,” the nurse urged.
“No, thank you,” Alison said.
She only sat silently by the bedside.
Outside the window, the slanting rays of the setting sun streamed into the ward.
After one day, Aidan still hadn’t woken up.
Alison began to panic. She looked at the nurse who had just walked in. “Will he wake up soon?”
The nurse shook her head. “His electrocardiogram is still unstable. We can’t say anything for certain yet.”
Why? It’s already been more than twenty-four hours…
“Ma’am, try talking to him. Just say whatever comes to mind. Hearing your voice might trigger his will to survive. There have been medical precedents for such cases,” the nurse offered.
“Really?” A glimmer of hope flashed in Alison’s eyes.
“Yes.” The nurse nodded with a smile.
Uncertain if it would help, the nurse decided to give her hope to ease her agony.
“Aidan, can you hear me?” she whispered, pressing his hand to her cheek. “You’ve always cared about me, haven’t you? If you still want to see me smile, then wake up… because if you don’t, I’ll never smile again.”
Her mind was in turmoil, words tumbling out in broken whispers as she poured her fear and love into the quiet room.