Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 216: All White

Chapter 216: All White

Ellen’s eyes fluttered open, and all she could see was a bright white fog. She blinked a few times, squinting as the bright lights above her slowly came into view. She struggled to move her head, feeling a strange stiffness in her neck, and with a great deal of effort, shifted her gaze around the room. White walls, white sheets—it all felt eerily calm.

Carefully, Ellen raised her hand, feeling as if she were moving through water. Her fingers trembled as they hovered above the bed. Her arm felt unusually heavy, as though it hadn’t been moved in ages. She flexed her fingers, feeling the stiffness in her joints, and a realization struck her. This... this is a hospital, she thought, the idea both strange and comforting. The last thing she remembered was Hans, the gun, that awful, sharp pain in her chest. For a moment, the blinding white light had her wondering if she was... gone.

"Oh god," she whispered to herself, almost as if testing her voice. Her throat was raw, her words barely a murmur. "I... didn’t die." She took a deep breath, feeling both relieved and confused at the same time.

She scanned the room, looking for any sign of Mason. She bit her lip when she realized the room was empty. "Maybe he’s outside," she reassured herself, forcing a small smile.

The thought eased her nerves a little, and she sank back into the pillows, But the dead silence around her made her feel uneasy. A sharp knock on the door pulled her from her spiraling thoughts.

The door creaked open, and a nurse entered, her face lighting up the moment she saw Ellen. "Oh!" the nurse exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and relief. "Miss, you’re finally awake!" She grinned at Ellen, stepping closer to the bed an excited bounce in her step.

Ellen managed a small, tired smile in response. "I... am,"

The nurse placed a gentle hand on Ellen’s arm. "We were so worried. You were in a pretty bad state, and we weren’t sure if you’d pull through. Thank goodness you did."

"It must’ve been... really serious, then," Ellen said. "How long... how long was I out?"

The nurse’s face softened, her smile had a hint of sympathy. "Yesterday marked exactly two weeks. Two weeks, dear. You were in a coma." She shook her head, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "What you went through was pretty horrible, honestly."

Ellen’s breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, her thoughts racing. Two weeks. She had been unconscious, trapped in darkness, completely unaware of the world moving around her. And here she was, alive. She swallowed, her throat feeling scratchy. Never in her wildest thoughts had she imagined she would ever experience something like this—getting shot.

The nurse noticed Ellen’s growing unease and patted her arm again. "Let me get the doctor, dear. He’ll be thrilled to see you’re awake. I’ll be right back." With a reassuring smile, she left the room.

A moment later, the nurse returned, this time with an older man in a white coat, his glasses sat low on his nose. He approached the bed with a kind smile and picked up Ellen’s chart, scanning it before looking back at her.

"Well," he began, "it’s good to finally see those eyes open. You’ve given us all quite a scare."

Ellen mustered another weak smile. "I’m... glad to be here," she replied

The doctor nodded, his smile widening. "After examining you, I’m happy to say that you’re going to be just fine. It will take some time, but you’re very lucky. You’ve pulled through beautifully." Relief washed over Ellen at his words, and she let out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hands gripping the blanket like it was all she had.

The doctor took a step back, folding his arms. "You’re one of the lucky ones, you know," he continued, his tone serious. "Most people don’t survive accidents like this. You’re a real fighter."

Ellen’s brows furrowed, and a strange sensation crept up her spine. "Accident?" she repeated. She could feel her heart racing and her breath becoming shallow. "What... accident?"

The doctor and the nurse exchanged a brief, surprised glance before he cleared his throat, his expression turning more sympathetic. "The bus accident. You were involved in a very serious crash. The emergency services found you unconscious at the scene... It was a miracle anyone survived at all."

The room seemed to tilt as the words sank in, and Ellen’s head started to spin. "Bus accident?" she echoed, sounding completely stunned. None of it made sense. Hans, the gunshot, her chest... that was just what happened.

The doctor’s brows knit together, concern clouding his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Ellen’s lips parted, but no words came out as the nurse watched her with worry. "We couldn’t find any contact information for your family or friends," the doctor continued gently. "No one has come to visit. You’ve been here alone since the accident."

Ellen’s pulse spiked as her mind raced. "Where’s... where’s my husband?" she finally managed, panic creeping into her voice. She had to see Mason. She felt the tears coming, and her heart was pounding hard.

The doctor and the nurse exchanged another look, confusion clear on their faces. "Your... husband?" the nurse asked, her voice hesitant. "We didn’t know you were married, Miss Summers."

Ellen’s heart plummeted. She felt a chill run down her spine as she looked up at them. Her fingers dug into the hospital sheets, and she felt like the space around her was getting smaller. "What... what did you just call me?"

The nurse’s face softened, a puzzled smile on her lips. "Miss Summers," she called her gently. "That’s your name, isn’t it?"

Ellen felt the tears spill over, a quiet sob breaking free. She felt like the room was spinning as the truth hit her out of nowhere.

She wasn’t with Mason anymore.

She was... back.

She was back to the real world.

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