Ex-Husband's Regret

First Suspect
Chapter 116

“What do you mean she slipped into a coma?” Theo asks with an unmistakable tremble in his voice.

My heart was once again thudding against my ribcage. It felt like it wanted to punch a whole right through my fucking chest.

I try to think clearly, but it’s like my brain can’t function. Time slowed down as the doctor spoke. All I

heard was a ringing in my ear.

I stumble back and fall on the seat I had vacated. Gabe and my dad put their hands on me, but I shake

them off. I didn’t want their comfort. I wanted the doctor to tell me that the surgery had been a success

and that in a few hours Ava would wake up.

“She had a total of four bullets. One hit her head, the second hit her chest, the third hit her stomach, and

the final one hit her thigh. We were able to remove three of them successfully, except for the one in her

skull. It was lodged too deep and removing it would have killed her.”

Fuck. I don’t know what to feel or think about that. He is telling us that Ava will have to live with a bullet

stuck in her head. How is any of that fair? She was okay this morning before things took a turn for the

worst.

‘At least she’s alive,‘ a voice whispers.

I ignore it. She was alive, but would she stay alive? That was the main fucking question.

over, had to drill her skull to drain
“We were able to stop the bleeding, both internal and external. We,

fluid, which helped with the swelling in her brain. She flat–lined twice. It’s after the second time that she

slipped into a comma. For now, she’s in ICU.”

If I thought nothing could hurt me worse than seeing Ava get shot, then I was wrong. Hearing that we

almost lost her twice destroyed me. It is like being stabbed by a thousand sharp knives. I wouldn’t wish

anyone this fucking pain. Not even my worst enemy.

“Will she wake up?” I breathe hoarsely. “Will she be able to make a full recovery?”

“At this point, we can’t really say. This isn’t an induced coma, and we can’t assure you that she’ll wake up

in a few days. She might wake up tomorrow, in a few days, in a few months, or she might not wake up at

all. For now, we’ll give it a few days to see whether she’ll wake up.”

The possibility that she might not wake up nearly brought me to my knees.

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away. I can’t think like that. She’s strong; she’ll

up, glaring and

brain? Will living with it have any effect

her cheek.

must be for her.

It’s just too much to

perfectly normal lives, and there are

and hearing issues, or have trouble recognizing

few things that might be

say for sure. We have to wait

If she wakes up,

it’s in the way he looks at us. The uncertainty

as more tears fall down her face. Theo pulls her into his arms and hugs her close to his

I know is nowhere to be seen. The only ones standing in their place are two

heartbroken parents.

have to come back tomorrow, and even then,

Now, if you’ll excuse me,

at him, and he leaves just as

comes to me, while

the doctor say? Is mom okay?” He looks up

part of being a parent. Knowing whether to tell your

aren’t really sure his mother will wake up from the coma,

tell him that she’s

just have to wait and pray.” I

lied and, God forbid, Ava never wakes up, he would end up hating me for lying that his mom

say anything. Just looks at

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of silence, I turn and face

we won’t be able to see her today, I think you should all go home, get some rest, and

tomorrow.”

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at the same time, followed by

up, but they refuse to budge. In the end, everyone decides to stay except for Emma, Cal, Kate,

and that he needs someone with him. Cal agrees for the sake of Gunner. The boy was already yawning even though you could see the worry in his

sits by my side after they leave. There is little talking. Mostly we just sit

arrives.

We had to interview the witnesses about Ava’s shooting. I’m

happened to her.”

I nod my head.

“Have you found anything?”

beyond what we already know and have seen on the

was hoping they would have something.

any state to be

know it’s

just pisses me

in a coma,” I grit