Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 670

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately let go of Neil's hand, my eyes glued to his fingers, afraid of missing even the slightest movement.

Sure enough, his ring finger twitched again, like a butterfly fluttering its wings gently.

My heart was racing, nearly leaping out of my throat with euphoria, making me feel like my blood was rushing to my head. "Neil, are you waking up?"

Neil's eyes twitched but didn't open. I couldn't wait any longer, dropped his hand, and bolted to call for a doctor, dialing Faith on the way to share the news.

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The doctor arrived and after examining Neil, confirmed that he showed signs of waking up, though he hadn't fully come around yet. We'd have to wait and see.

As the doctor left, Ryan and Faith rushed in, elated to hear about Neil's progress. They hovered around Neil, talking nonstop, hoping their voices would fully rouse him.

I tried to contain my excitement, quietly watching from the sidelines.

"Maybe you guys should head home," I suggested after a while. "I might have jumped the gun telling you so soon. It would've been better to wait until Neil was fully awake to avoid any possible disappointment."

"No way, we're staying right here," Faith insisted, pulling me aside. "Irene, you're the one who needs rest. You've been here day and night. What if you collapse when Neil finally wakes up?"

"Faith, I'm fine, really. Let's just wait it out together." I refused, my spirits buoyed by Neil's improvement.

Despite my protests, Faith relented, and the three of us kept vigil in the hospital room, waiting for Neil to wake up.

We barely slept that night, frequently checking on Neil until dawn broke and my drowsiness peaked, eventually succumbing to sleep.

Until Faith's excited shout, "Irene!" jolted me awake.

I rushed to Neil's side, instantly alert as our eyes met. I wanted to call out to him but found myself speechless.

"Mom, Dad..." Neil's voice was weak and hoarse as he looked at Ryan and Faith, his gaze unfocused.

"You're awake, that's all that matters!" they responded, joy evident in their voices.

Neil offered a faint smile, seemingly aware of his surroundings, then his gaze shifted to me, filled with a complex, pained expression.

I couldn't decipher his look and feared the worst: had Neil lost his memory?

Memory loss from head injuries was a real possibility, but the thought of it happening to Neil was unbearable. We had already been through so much; the thought of having to help him recover his memories was daunting.

He was right. In my past life, Neil and Bonnie's wedding was a grand affair on August 26th, after Bonnie had their child. I was near death then, and those days were deeply etched in my memory.

But how did Neil know these details? While I had shared snippets of my past life with him, I never went into specifics about dates or locations.

Hearing Neil mention the exact date blew my mind.

"How do you know this?" I asked, bewildered and staring at him in disbelief.

Neil offered a wistful smile, "I had a dream these past few days. Guess what I dreamt about."

He dreamt of everything from my past life, those events whirling through his mind like scenes from a movie, fast and fleeting. But because I had shared some of those moments with him, he easily embraced them, watching the tragic tale of my life unfold in vivid detail.

I can't help but wonder if it was some divine intervention that, upon waking, the first thing that haunted Neil was the vivid image of me dying before his eyes.

He had this out-of-body experience, watching helplessly as my life slipped away on that hospital bed, an eerie feeling that sent shivers down his spine.

"I'm so sorry," Neil's eyes brimmed with tears, a tumult of regret and sorrow swirling within them. "When you told me before, I felt guilty, but I couldn't quite grasp the magnitude of your pain. It's only now that I truly understand. Irene, why did you come back to me after everything?"