Accident

I stayed in the hotel all day, not going out at all, because I felt there was no point in going anywhere. I wanted to go to her house, but I was afraid that going right away would offend her, so I didn't dare go for the time being and wanted to wait a couple more days. While staying in the room, I wasn't just spacing out and daydreaming; I also browsed the internet a bit. Unfortunately, things that used to attract my attention no longer held much appeal for me. Even those mother-son romance novels that used to excite me didn't interest me anymore. As evening approached and darkness fell, I simply turned off the computer and took out a picture of my mother. I lay on the bed, looking at the picture of my mother. Looking at her beautiful figure in the photo, my heart finally no longer felt that chaotic and aimless feeling, only an infinite longing. My thoughts began to drift towards the future. I fantasized that I had won my mother's heart, that she had married me, and that she had given birth to several children for me, well, at least a son and a daughter… In my fantasy, a happy smile gradually appeared on my lips, and my heart became intoxicated by the beautiful world I had created. I don't know how much time passed before I returned to reality. Upon waking, I suddenly paused, because I realized something very unusual. Before, when I fantasized about my mother, I always inevitably imagined the exciting scenes of making love with her in the future. But this time, I couldn't seem to think about that aspect at all; I only thought about warm and tender things. It seemed that as long as she was by my side, giving me all her tenderness and love, I would be content. I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a clear understanding dawned on me. I realized that my love for my mother had grown deeper and more genuine. That love had transcended the need for simple sexual intimacy, focusing more on the fusion of souls. Instantly, her gentleness, her grace, her beauty, her strength, her kindness, her understanding—all these impressions surfaced in my mind, finally converging to create a mature and beautiful woman who stirred my heart. "Mom, my Meiqian, since you gave me life, I will repay you with the best husband in the world, so that you can be happy forever," I said with excitement and determination. After thinking happily for a while, I refocused my gaze on the photo. Looking at the beautiful legs in the photo, and imagining her captivating figure in reality, I felt a surge of heat. "I wonder what it will feel like to actually taste her body? At that time, she will not only be my wife, but also my biological mother. With this dual identity, making love with her will definitely be more exciting and satisfying, especially the fact that she is my biological mother. Just thinking about it makes me incredibly excited. How many people in this world can truly enjoy the love and physical pleasure of their own mother? Perhaps, I am already the luckiest and happiest person in the world." Thinking this, my penis became erect. I habitually grasped my penis, wanting to masturbate, but after only a few movements, I stopped. "No, I will never masturbate again. My semen will belong only to her from now on," I secretly decided. Afterward, I got out of bed, went to the window, opened the glass, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then, feeling refreshed, went to the bathroom for a cold shower. While showering, I recalled the feeling of imagining making love with my mother. I realized that I longed to make love with her, and the thought of it was incredibly exciting. However, that longing and excitement was distinctly different from the feeling I had when I fantasized about sex in erotic novels. It lacked the lewdness and was filled with tenderness and affection. Perhaps this was the difference between love-filled and loveless sex. After showering, I ordered something to eat, and by the time I finished, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. I climbed back into bed, leaned against the headboard, and carefully considered my next plan. I knew my mother was a very traditional woman, and those novel methods would probably be useless; in fact, they might even repel her. So how could I win her over? Right now, she seemed wary of me. How could I break down her defenses? A host of questions swirled in my mind, and I racked my brains for a solution. Before I knew it, nearly two hours had passed, and the ashtray beside my bed was overflowing with cigarette butts. Just as I stubbed out one cigarette and was about to light another, the intercom on my bedside table rang. I paused my thoughts and picked up the receiver. It was the front desk calling, saying someone needed to speak to me urgently and asking if I wanted to be transferred. I agreed, and after one ring, the phone went dead. I said "hello" and my grandfather's anxious voice came through the line. "Is this Xiaoyi?" he asked. I had barely answered "It's me" and hadn't even had a chance to greet him when he anxiously said, "Meiqian was on her way to work when she accidentally crashed her motorcycle into the back of a truck. She was injured and unconscious on the spot, and she's currently in the emergency room at the First People's Hospital. If you have time, please come and see her as soon as possible." A thunderclap seemed to explode in my head; this news was so unexpected and frightening. "How is she now? Is she alright?" I asked anxiously. "We don't know yet, she's being treated. Please come quickly," my grandfather said, his voice already tinged with sorrow. I quickly agreed, hung up the phone, hurriedly dressed, and rushed out the door, half-running towards the elevator. Amidst the astonished gazes of the supervisor and staff, I paced around like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the elevator finally came up, the doors barely opened a crack enough for one person to squeeze through, and I eagerly squeezed in, then pressed the button for the parking lot below. After getting off at the parking lot, I ran to the SUV, jumped in as fast as I could, started the engine, and slammed on the gas, speeding towards the exit. The security guard at the exit was startled by how fast my car sped out and quickly jumped aside. I drove to the exit, slammed on the brakes, and brought the car to a stop in front of the barrier. I rolled down the window and yelled at the guard to raise the barrier quickly. The guard recognized me, and although he looked puzzled, he quickly raised the barrier and let me through. Leaving the hotel, I sped along, running two red lights. Fortunately, I had been driving around a lot during this time and knew the location and route to the hospital, so I drove straight there. A dozen minutes later, I finally arrived at the hospital. Outside the emergency room, my grandparents were pacing anxiously. Seeing me, they immediately rushed to greet me. "Uncle, Aunt, how is Qianjie now?" I asked urgently. “I don’t know. The doctor said her head injury is quite serious, and she’s still being treated. Oh, my poor daughter…” Grandma answered me, her eyes red, before she couldn’t help but sob softly. Grandpa quickly held her hand tightly, comforting her. Hearing this, my heart sank. However, although I managed to control my fear and anxiety, I forced myself to remain calm and comforted the two elders, patiently waiting for the results with them, while silently praying for my mother. I silently prayed to heaven: I would give my whole life if my mother could be safe. Half an hour later, the emergency room doors opened, and a doctor took off his mask and came out. “Doctor, how is she now? Is she alright?” I rushed over and asked anxiously, and Grandpa and Grandma also gathered around. The doctor glanced at us, his tone heavy, and said, "Thanks to our best efforts, the patient is out of immediate danger, but she remains unconscious. She suffered a severe head injury, and the concussion damage is quite serious. If she doesn't have surgery soon, her condition may worsen." "What are the chances of a successful surgery?" Grandpa asked anxiously from the side. "The chances of success are quite high, but even if the surgery is successful, it only guarantees her life. Whether she will regain consciousness is uncertain; there are many unpredictable factors." "Doctor, does that mean she might become a vegetable?" Grandma asked, her voice trembling. The doctor nodded. Seeing the doctor's statement, the three of us exchanged a glance, our hearts sinking. Three days later, in the intensive care unit of the neurosurgery department. I sat by the bedside, looking at my mother, her head wrapped like a mummy, my heart filled with worry. The surgery was finally performed two days ago. The surgery was successful; the surgeon was the city's most authoritative neurosurgeon. The doctor wasn't originally from this hospital, but I spent a fortune and quickly smoothed things over to get him here. If I hadn't been pressed for time, I would have even considered bringing in the best neurosurgeon in the country. After the surgery, my mother's condition stabilized, but two days have passed and she hasn't shown any signs of waking up. Although the doctor had explained this possibility before the surgery, I still felt extremely worried and disappointed when faced with the situation. My grandparents, after staying with her for a day and a night, couldn't handle it and went home to rest, so I'm now alone with my mother.I held my mother's soft hand, gazing straight at her, not even noticing the nurse come in to change the IV. At that moment, my heart ached terribly. I had made up my mind that if she never woke up, I would stay with her, even if it meant growing old together.

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