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Today was the day, the day when Tom would hopefully take his first independent breath.
The hospital had decided that they would take the ventilator out today to see if he was able to breathe independently. If not then they would incubate again. I was now 30 weeks and rather big.
I sat by his bedside with around 3 doctors, who were prepared with the incubation kit, should he stop breathing.
One of the doctors turned the machine off and removed the ventilator from around his mouth.
I clutched Tom's hand desperately, closing my eyes and holding it to my lips.
"Please, please Tom. I know you can do it. One step closer to getting better and waking up. Do it for me Tom, and for our little girl. I love you."
I whispered into his hand with the softest touch.
As soon as it was removed, Tom started to cough, and wouldn't stop.
"This is normal in comatose patients Miss Nicholls."
"I know." I replied, staring into Tom's face praying for that familiar beep.
The whole room held their breath in suspense, and finally, the silence was broken with a raspy breath and a noisy 'beep' from the monitor.
The room erupted into cheers.
"We have an output!"
"It's not often that this happens Doctor Nicholls, but we think that you and Doctor Kent have such a special relationship. We're truly very happy for you."
A kind doctor smiled at me and beckoned for the others to leave us in peace.
I sat back in my chair, letting out a small laugh of happiness. I stroked Tom's hair and kissed him on the hand.
"I love you Tom. So much. Thank you for trying so hard for me."
