I wouldn’t cheat on my wife, though if I did, Gracie would definitely be my type.
The paramedics said she’s sustained serious spinal damage and needs to be rushed to the hospital immediately.
Idk how long she was hanging there, but it must’ve been a while. Stacy rode in the ambulance without a second thought.
I stayed behind and gave my statement to the police. About an hour later after everyone left, I called Stacy but she didn’t answer so I figured I should head over to the hospital
I arrived at the reception desk 20 minutes later and found what room Gracie was given.
I reached the room and decided to peak inside before entering.
I saw Gracie on the bed, unconscious, with her hand being held by Stacy.
It looked like Stacy was praying. I didn’t want to interrupt so I waited outside.
Then I heard Stacy mumbling something.
“He better not have touched you. I swear Ill kill him if he did.”
Woah what the fuck did she say???
In our 15 years together she has never so much as raised her voice at me, let alone threaten to kill me. What is going on? She continued to mumble.
“Stay with me baby.
I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through.”
I’m at a loss for words. What is she saying right now?
I tried to listen some more but then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was the doctor.
“Ahh you’re here for Gracie correct? Come right in. ”
The doctor and I entered the room which startled Stacy but she did her best to hide it.
“OK miss Waller (Stacy and I’s last name) the OR is ready for miss Tang (Gracies last name I’m assuming).
The surgery will take at least 6 hours. We won’t know how damaged her spinal cord is until we get in there. Once the surgery is done, we’ll have a better idea as to any long term effects.”
“Thank you doctor.
Please do everything you can. ”
Gracie was wheeled out of the room, leaving Stacy and I alone.
“So…. what did they say is wrong with her?
Stacy glared daggers at me for a moment but eventually answered. “They said that her spine was damaged from the noose. Near her neck.
She passed out due to the asphyxiation.”
That’s awful. Why would she do this? The police searched the den earlier and found no suicide note so we don’t know why she went through with it.
“Why was she naked?
” asked Stacy.
“I told you earlier. I just found her like that after getting home from work. I didn’t do anything inappropriate to her.
“And that’s all? ”
“Yes that’s all. When I found her, I took her off the noose and put her on the floor.
“OK. That’s good then. ”
Why does she keep fixating on that?
So what that I saw her naked? It’s not like I wanted to. It was entirely through circumstance.
Though I’ll admit, I can’t get her mental image out of my head. Admittedly has this situation not been a medical emergency, it could’ve gone very differently.
We didn’t really talk for the rest of the night. After the surgery was completed, the doctor came to talk to us.
“How is her condition?
” I asked.
“She’s going to live, but whether that’s a happy life or not is entirely up to her. She has several spinal cord injuries. It could take a long time to heal.
“Don’t worry doctor. We’ll make sure she’s taken care of. ” said Stacy.
The doctor left and Stacy broke the news to her family.
Things were hectic for a while until I left . Gracie eventually regained consciousness but was paralyzed from the neck down. The doctor had mentioned it could be temporary, but not sure when it’ll return.
Stacy volunteered to to take care of her.
Fast forward a few weeks, our den has transformed into a mini hospital room. Stacy quit her job and spent over $10000 to buy medical equipment for Gracie. She bought a new medical device bed, mounted a TV to the wall and bought several hospital grade monitors.
Gracie was released yesterday.
My wife has been attending to all her requests, even bathroom related things. Gracie hasn’t wanted to talk much since the injury. Things seemed to be heading back to normal until today.
I came home from work and saw Stacy treating Gracie.
I stepped into the restroom and notice something weird in the trash. I dug it out and was shocked.
“Positive?…..”
