Chapter Five:The Billionaire In A Coma
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The hospital lights were too bright, too white, too unforgiving. They cast a harsh glow over the polished floors and sterile walls, exposing every shadow, every whisper of fear, every frantic heartbeat echoing through the building. Nurses rushed up and down the corridor, pushing emergency carts, adjusting IV drips, calling out instructions that faded into the hum of machines.
Vivian Parker stepped through the entrance like a woman possessed.
Her heels struck the floor sharply, the rhythm of her steps betraying the storm inside her chest. Her expensive white dress clung to her body, damp with sweat and rain. Her perfect hair had fallen from its pins, strands plastered to her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even notice. All she saw were doctors rushing past, all she heard were the words that had stabbed her heart moments earlier.
“Your son… Andrew Parker… he has been involved in a serious accident.”
She reached the front desk and slammed her palm onto the counter.
“Where is my son?” Her voice was loud enough to silence the hallway.
The nurse, young and visibly terrified, swallowed hard. “Ma… he was brought in earlier. He is in the intensive care unit. They— they are still working on stabilizing him.”
Vivian’s chest heaved. “Take me to him.”
The nurse led her down a long corridor. With every step Vivian took, fear squeezed tighter around her ribs. She had lost her husband to a hospital room. She would not lose her son too. She couldn’t. Andrew was all she had left.
When they reached the glass partition, Vivian stopped abruptly.
Her world shattered.
Andrew lay on the hospital bed, still, pale, motionless. Tubes ran into his arms. Machines beeped in steady rhythms. The strong young man she raised to fear nothing looked as fragile as a boy.
Vivian pressed both palms to the glass. “Andrew?” Her voice cracked. “Oh God… no.”
A doctor approached her gently. “Mrs Parker… we did everything we could. He has suffered head trauma and internal bleeding. We managed to stop the bleeding, but…”
“But what?” Her voice was sharp, panicked, angry, terrified.
“He is in a coma. We do not know when he will wake up.”
Vivian’s nails dug into her palms. “My son is a fighter. He will wake up.”
“We hope so,” the doctor replied softly. “But the next seventy two hours are crucial.”
Vivian’s tears slipped silently down her face. “Andrew,” she whispered, her forehead pressed against the cold glass. “Please, fight.”
Minutes turned to hours. Hours slipped into night. Vivian did not move from her place.
By dawn, her eyes were swollen, her lips trembling. She refused to leave, refused to blink, refused to even sit. She kept watching him, as if her stare alone could pull him back.
Gary arrived later that morning.
He burst through the doors, his shirt half tucked, his eyes bloodshot from both alcohol and worry. When he reached the ICU, he froze at the sight of Vivian.
She turned toward him slowly, her expression cold enough to cut steel.
“You.” The word hissed out like venom.
Gary swallowed hard. “Aunty Vivian… I—”
“You were with him,” she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. “You let him leave that hotel drunk.”
“I begged him,” Gary said quickly. “He didn’t listen. He— he insisted on driving. I tried to stop him.”
Vivian stepped closer. “If my son dies… everything you know, everything your father built, everything you depend on… will crumble with him. Do you understand me?”
Gary nodded frantically. “He will not die. Andrew is strong.”
But when Gary looked through the glass at his best friend lying unconscious, something inside him cracked. Andrew had always been untouchable. Seeing him helpless filled Gary with guilt and a different kind of fear.
A memory flashed through his mind—
the girl from the hotel.
The one who had mistakenly ended up in Andrew’s room.
The one Andrew slept with thinking she was someone Gary sent.
Gary clenched his jaw.
If that girl reappeared now… if anyone connected her to Andrew…
No. He couldn’t let that happen.
Days passed.
Vivian barely left the room. She prayed. She cried. She whispered to Andrew like he could hear her.
“My son… my only child… please wake up for me. Please.”
She remembered the night he was born. How she had held him close, promising to protect him from every pain. She remembered the day her husband died, how she had vowed to make Andrew strong, powerful, untouchable, even if it meant hardening him. She remembered all the choices she made that shaped him into the cold, arrogant man he became.
Now, watching him lie there, she felt the weight of every mistake she had ever made.
One night, she finally broke. She slid down to her knees beside the bed and covered her face.
“I am sorry,” she whispered. “I pushed you too hard. I wanted you to be strong, but I made you lonely. I wanted you to survive, but I made you cold. Andrew… wake up. Give me another chance. Let me be the mother I should have been.”
Her tears dripped onto the sheets. She wiped them quickly as footsteps approached.
Gary returned with new information.
“Aunty Vivian… about that girl.”
Vivian stiffened. “What girl?”
“The one who came to the mansion. The one asking for Andrew. The guards said she came several times.”
Vivian’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“They said she claimed she needed to see him urgently.”
“What does she want with my son?”
Gary shrugged. “She looks poor. Maybe she wants money.”
Vivian nodded slowly. “Find her. Find her name. Find everything.”
“I will,” Gary said.
As soon as he left, Vivian turned back to Andrew, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
“No stranger will threaten you. Not now.”
Two weeks later, at dawn, the world inside Andrew’s body shifted.
It started with the smallest movement.
A twitch of his fingers.
Vivian gasped. “Andrew?”
The machine beside him beeped faster, signaling activity.
His eyelids fluttered.
Vivian screamed for the doctor.
The medical team rushed in, surrounding him.
“Mr Parker? Can you hear us?”
His breathing quickened.
His lips parted.
His eyes opened.
But when his gaze met Vivian’s… there was nothing.
No recognition.
No memories.
No understanding.
Only confusion.
“Where… am I?” he whispered.
Vivian nearly collapsed. “Andrew… it is me. It is Mama. Your mother.”
He blinked slowly. “Mother?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes. Yes, my love.”
The doctor examined him briefly, then pulled Vivian aside.
“Mrs Parker… your son has amnesia. We do not know how much he has forgotten. It may return slowly, or not at all.”
Vivian pressed a hand to her chest. “No…”
Andrew stared around the room like a newborn seeing the world for the first time.
He did not remember the accident.
He did not remember his life.
He did not remember being wealthy, powerful, feared.
He did not remember the women.
He did not remember his cruelty.
He did not remember Lina.
Vivian took his hand gently. “It is alright. You do not need your memories. I will help you. I will guide you. You will be the man you were meant to be.”
Her voice softened but her eyes hardened.
She would rebuild his life.
Shape him into something better.
Erase every sin.
Erase every mistake.
Erase that girl.
Far away, in a small dim room, Lina sat with her hands resting over her belly. She looked out the window at the rising sun.
“One day,” she whispered to her unborn child. “One day, I will find him. One day, your father will know you.”
She didn’t know that at that exact moment…
He was awake.
Alive.
Unaware.
And memoryless.
Their lives were tied together by one night of desperation.
And fate was not finished with them.
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