talking in an accent I couldn’t even fully understand. He had been confused at what was happening as well.
Three days passed and he was finally awake again. Only this time he woke speaking in the most beautiful British accent. It was like music to my ears. Again the doctor was baffled. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the nurses and I were having a field day. I mean how many people could say they had experienced something this extraordinary?
Tucker seemed to be enjoying the attention he was getting this time around. The nurses and even patients were visiting his room to talk to the man who woke up from a coma speaking in a British accent.
The next afternoon, while Tucker was showering, I turned on the T.V. to watch the DVD one of the nurses had brought me of all the episodes of Downton Abbey. I was already on the 3 rd season. Then it hit me like an elephant on steroids! I had been watching Duck Dynasty and Tucker woke speaking hillbilly. Then he wakes up this time with a British accent, and I’d been watching episodes of Downton Abbey. That was it! He was somehow taking it all in while he was in his coma. At least it made better sense than anything else so far.
Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I played Mozart? Without further thought, I reached over and turned the T.V. off. And that bit of drama was put to rest.
Tucker seemed disappointed when I told him I decided to postpone my exhibit reveal at the art gallery. He didn’t like that I had slowed down on my painting either. I tried to explain to him that I was doing what I wanted to do and that being with him was more important to me. There would be plenty of time for all of that later, but he wasn’t convinced.
We continued to take our regular walks around the grounds so he could keep up his strength and so we could have a few moments alone. As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I couldn’t help but notice that he was losing weight. I tried to keep him fed, and guided him on regular walks while he was ‘gone’, but it wasn’t enough. His headaches also began to increase. This had all of us worried. I was watching painfully as my soul-mate wasted away—and I felt helpless. The odd part was, he was the one with the illness, but he worried about me .
One afternoon, I had ‘accidently’ overheard part of a conversation Tucker had with his parents. They were warning him about me. They said I wasn’t looking that well lately, and that I was giving up everything for him. And while I was honored that they were worrying about me, I hated what that information was doing to Tucker.
I wish everyone would see that I’m doing this because I want to do this!! How could I possibly go home and live a life without Tucker? I couldn’t do it! I just couldn’t!
The sweetest moment came for me one evening when Tucker and I were watching T.V together. I was tucked beside him wrapped in my own cozy blanket. Summer was now gone and the weather had turned chilly. I often complain that it is too cold in this stinkin’ hospital. Tucker was teasing me, trying to take some of my blanket, which was a huge ‘no, no’. After our laughter died down, he surprised me, by taking my face in his hands and staring intently into my eyes and saying these words, “June Russell, I love you more than my own life, and I want to spend what’s left of this fragile life I have with you. Will you marry me?”
My mouth fell open , and I’m sure I looked totally ridiculous. “Oh, Tucker! Of course I’ll marry you!”
He pulled me into his arms and we s hared a brief, but sweet kiss, and then at least ten nurses burst into the room with squeals of delight and offerings of congratulations. I peered at Tucker in awe. He had somehow managed to surprise me, which wasn’t an easy task, what with me knowing everything these days.
With a crooked and
Three days passed and he was finally awake again. Only this time he woke speaking in the most beautiful British accent. It was like music to my ears. Again the doctor was baffled. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the nurses and I were having a field day. I mean how many people could say they had experienced something this extraordinary?
Tucker seemed to be enjoying the attention he was getting this time around. The nurses and even patients were visiting his room to talk to the man who woke up from a coma speaking in a British accent.
The next afternoon, while Tucker was showering, I turned on the T.V. to watch the DVD one of the nurses had brought me of all the episodes of Downton Abbey. I was already on the 3 rd season. Then it hit me like an elephant on steroids! I had been watching Duck Dynasty and Tucker woke speaking hillbilly. Then he wakes up this time with a British accent, and I’d been watching episodes of Downton Abbey. That was it! He was somehow taking it all in while he was in his coma. At least it made better sense than anything else so far.
Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I played Mozart? Without further thought, I reached over and turned the T.V. off. And that bit of drama was put to rest.
Tucker seemed disappointed when I told him I decided to postpone my exhibit reveal at the art gallery. He didn’t like that I had slowed down on my painting either. I tried to explain to him that I was doing what I wanted to do and that being with him was more important to me. There would be plenty of time for all of that later, but he wasn’t convinced.
We continued to take our regular walks around the grounds so he could keep up his strength and so we could have a few moments alone. As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I couldn’t help but notice that he was losing weight. I tried to keep him fed, and guided him on regular walks while he was ‘gone’, but it wasn’t enough. His headaches also began to increase. This had all of us worried. I was watching painfully as my soul-mate wasted away—and I felt helpless. The odd part was, he was the one with the illness, but he worried about me .
One afternoon, I had ‘accidently’ overheard part of a conversation Tucker had with his parents. They were warning him about me. They said I wasn’t looking that well lately, and that I was giving up everything for him. And while I was honored that they were worrying about me, I hated what that information was doing to Tucker.
I wish everyone would see that I’m doing this because I want to do this!! How could I possibly go home and live a life without Tucker? I couldn’t do it! I just couldn’t!
The sweetest moment came for me one evening when Tucker and I were watching T.V together. I was tucked beside him wrapped in my own cozy blanket. Summer was now gone and the weather had turned chilly. I often complain that it is too cold in this stinkin’ hospital. Tucker was teasing me, trying to take some of my blanket, which was a huge ‘no, no’. After our laughter died down, he surprised me, by taking my face in his hands and staring intently into my eyes and saying these words, “June Russell, I love you more than my own life, and I want to spend what’s left of this fragile life I have with you. Will you marry me?”
My mouth fell open , and I’m sure I looked totally ridiculous. “Oh, Tucker! Of course I’ll marry you!”
He pulled me into his arms and we s hared a brief, but sweet kiss, and then at least ten nurses burst into the room with squeals of delight and offerings of congratulations. I peered at Tucker in awe. He had somehow managed to surprise me, which wasn’t an easy task, what with me knowing everything these days.
With a crooked and
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