"Still in bed"
Lena lay in the hospital bed, her body battered and bruised from the mob attack. She winced in pain as the doctor examined her, trying to assess the extent of her injuries. Max held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"She's going to be okay, isn't she?" Max asked the doctor, his voice shaking slightly.
The doctor nodded reassuringly. "Yes, she's responding well to treatment. But we need to keep a close eye on her for the next few days."
Her mother Mrs. Johnson, who had been praying fervently by Lena's bedside, looked up with tears in her eyes. "Thank God," she whispered. "We were so scared."
Lena smiled weakly, trying to reassure them. "I'll be fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max squeezed her hand gently. "We're going to get through this, Lena. We'll get you back on your feet in no time."
Mrs. Johnson nodded in agreement. "And then we'll continue with the wedding preparations. We'll make sure everything is perfect for you both."
Lena's eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion washing over her. But she knew she had to get better, for Max, for their future together. She drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the people she loved, praying for a speedy recovery.
As Lena started treatment, the medical team closely monitored her response. Max stayed by her side, holding her hand and talking softly to reassure her. Mrs. Johnson continued to pray, her faith unwavering.
The treatment seemed to be working, and Lena's condition slowly began to stabilize. Max and Mrs. Johnson took turns sitting with her, bringing her favorite foods and drinks to boost her spirits.
"I'm so sorry this happened," Max said, his voice filled with regret. "If only I had been there..."
Lena smiled weakly. "It's not your fault, Max. We'll get through this together."
As the days passed, Lena's strength gradually returned. She began to sit up, take short walks, and eventually, prepare for her upcoming wedding.
Mrs. Johnson beamed with joy. "The wedding will be beautiful, dear. You'll be back on your feet in no time."
With each small step forward, Lena's determination grew. She was ready to move forward with her life, with Max by her side.
As Lena continued to respond to treatment, the doctors decided to perform a minor operation to fix a bone that had been affected during the attack. Max and Mother Miss Johnson anxiously waited in the hospital's waiting room, praying for a successful outcome.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged with a somber expression. "The operation was successful in repairing the bone fracture," he began, "but we did discover some complications."
Max's heart sank. "What kind of complications?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
The doctor hesitated before explaining, "We found that Lena's bone didn't just crack – it splintered quite badly. We'll need to monitor her closely to ensure proper healing. Additionally, we'll need to put her in a POP (Plaster of Paris) cast to immobilize the affected area and allow it to heal properly."
Mrs. Johnson's eyes widened in concern. "How long will she need to stay in the hospital?" she asked.
The doctor's expression was serious. "Given the extent of the damage, I'd like to keep her here for at least a month. The POP cast will help stabilize the bone, but we need to ensure she doesn't put any unnecessary strain on it during the healing process."
Max felt a pang of disappointment. A month in the hospital would mean postponing their wedding plans, but he knew Lena's health was the priority. "We'll do whatever it takes to get her well," he said resolutely.
Mrs. Johnson nodded in agreement. "We'll support her every step of the way. Our prayers will continue."
As they visited Lena in her hospital room, Max held her hand tightly. "We'll get through this, my love," he whispered. "You're strong, and you'll come out of this even stronger."
Lena smiled faintly, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll be fine"
Lena remained in the hospital for four weeks, her days filled with medication, physical therapy, and the constant presence of Max. The doctors had emphasized the importance of her staying in the hospital to ensure her bone healed properly, and Max had insisted on being by her side every step of the way.
However, this meant Max had to leave his placement, sacrificing his own comfort and routine to care for Lena. Mrs. Johnson, though busy with her own responsibilities, was handling some of the wedding preparations in their absence. She visited Lena and Max regularly, keeping them updated on the progress and making sure they knew they were not forgotten.
The financial burden was significant, with numerous drugs and medical supplies needing to be purchased. Max managed the expenses as best he could, but it was a strain. Despite the challenges, he was determined to see Lena through this difficult time.
"Lena, my love, how are you feeling today?" Max asked, sitting beside her bed and holding her hand.
Lena smiled weakly. "I'm feeling a bit better, Max. But I'm worried about us – about the wedding, about your placement..."
Max squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about any of that, Lena. Your health is the priority. We'll figure everything else out."
Mrs. Johnson visited them later that day, her face filled with warmth. "Lena, dear, don't worry about the wedding. It's all under control. You focus on getting better."
As the days turned into weeks, Lena slowly began to regain her strength. Max continued to care for her, and though the road ahead seemed long, they faced it together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.
As the days went by, Lena's bone slowly began to heal. Max took care of her, administering medication, bringing her food, and keeping her company. Despite the challenges, their love for each other only grew stronger.
One day, as Max was helping Lena with her physiotherapy, she winced in pain. "I'm sorry, Max. I know I'm not getting better fast enough," she said, frustration etched on her face.
Max smiled reassuringly. "You're doing great, Lena. Every small step is progress. We'll get through this together."
Mrs. Johnson visited regularly, updating them on the wedding preparations. "Don't worry about a thing, dear. Everything is under control. You focus on getting better."
As Lena's treatment continued, Max and Mrs. Johnson worked together to ensure her recovery was smooth. Despite the setbacks, their love and support for each other kept them going.
As the weeks passed, Lena's condition gradually improved. The POP cast was a constant reminder of her journey to recovery, but she was determined to get better. Max's unwavering support and love gave her the strength to face each new day.
One afternoon, Mrs. Johnson arrived with a warm smile. "I have some good news," she said. "The doctor said you're progressing well, and with continued care, you'll be back on your feet soon."
Lena's face lit up with hope. "Really? That's wonderful news!"
Max nodded in agreement. "We'll continue to take good care of you, my love. You're almost there."
As Lena's recovery continued, the wedding plans progressed in the background. Though delayed, the anticipation only seemed to grow stronger. Max and Lena looked forward to their future together, their bond strengthened by the challenges they had faced.
As Lena's discharge date approached, Max and Mrs. Johnson began making arrangements for her post-hospital care. They knew she would need continued physiotherapy and medication to ensure her full recovery.
On the day of her discharge, Lena felt a mix of emotions – excitement to leave the hospital, but also apprehension about the road to full recovery. Max was by her side, supporting her every step of the way.
At home, Mrs. Johnson had prepared a comfortable space for Lena, with everything she needed within reach. Max took care of her daily needs, and slowly but surely, Lena began to regain her strength.
As the days turned into weeks, Lena's progress was remarkable. She started doing small tasks on her own, and eventually, she was able to take short walks outside. Max and Lena would sit together, watching the sunset, and talk about their future.
Their wedding day was still on hold, but they were determined to make it special. They would sit and plan, making lists of everything they wanted to include – friends, family, music, and dance.
Lena's smile returned, and her laughter echoed through the house once more. Max held her hand, feeling grateful for her recovery and their love.
At home, Lena slowly regained her strength, thanks to Max's unwavering care and support. He took on various roles – nurse, chef, and helper – ensuring she had everything she needed. Max would cook her favorite meals, help with her physiotherapy exercises, and even assist with simple tasks like bathing and dressing.
As Lena's mobility improved, Max encouraged her to do small chores, like folding laundry or helping with meal prep. These tiny accomplishments boosted her confidence, and she began to feel more like herself.
One day, Max handed Lena a broom, saying, "Let's sweep the living room together." Lena smiled, feeling a sense of normalcy returning to her life. With Max's help, they tidied up the house, and Lena felt a sense of accomplishment.
Max would often say, "You're getting stronger every day, Lena. I'm so proud of you." His words motivated her to push through the challenges.
As they worked together, their bond grew stronger. Max would tell her stories about his day, and Lena would laugh, feeling grateful for his companionship.