He had so many things that he was worried about! I sat there with him for over an hour listening to him. I wanted to help him so bad! But according to the book, what I had done would calm him down because he got to talk about his problems.
He was slowly starting to come back into his most conscious state and along the way he seemed to have spurts of strange behavior. That was normal, though.
"Hey! Who are you?"
"I'm your wife. Now sit back, this is just another little spurt."
"You're cute."
"Oh, thank you."
Things like this went on and off for 15 minutes. Finally, he was fully conscious and unaware of what had happened to him. I could tell he felt a lot better though. He wouldn't stop talking.
"Hey, what happened to me? What did that stone thing do? I feel so much different than I did before. I don't know why, but I seem to be feeling a lot better. Whatever you did I will have to thank you but I really can't because I don't know what you did. But thank you for whatever it was that you did to me to make me feel better because you know, I really…"
I had to kiss him to shut him up or else he would've kept talking. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed than he had been for the past week or so. I liked it a lot better.
"Bridget, can I ask you what you did?"
"I helped you. You told me everything that was bothering you. It seemed to help a lot. You look better now."
"And I feel a lot better. Thank you so much. But won't it all come back?"
"I don't think so. I talked it all out with you. You promised never to let it get this bad again."
"I love you so much."
"Aw, thank you. I just really wanted to help you out. I thought you we're going to hurt yourself. And I found out why. You don't have to bring it all on yourself. I can handle working. You don't have to worry."
"Thank you."
He seemed to be a lot better now that I had done that to him. He seemed a lot happier too. I was relieved that he no longer had all of that stress piled up on him, and he would be just fine.