Biker Kept Visiting My Comatose Daughter Every Day For 6 Months And I Had No Idea Who He Was

“But she wasn’t dead. She was trapped. Bleeding. Barely conscious. I broke the window with my elbow. Cut myself up pretty good but I didn’t care. I reached in and grabbed her hand.”

His voice cracked.

“She looked at me with these terrified eyes. And she said, ‘Please don’t leave me. Please don’t let me die alone.’ So I made her a promise. Told her I wouldn’t leave. Told her she was going to be okay. Held her hand and talked to her until the paramedics pulled me away.”

Tears were streaming down my face. I’d never known any of this. The police report just said a passerby called 911. I never knew someone had stayed with her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered. “Why did you keep coming here without saying anything?”

Thomas looked at Emma’s still form. The machines beeping. The tubes running from her body.

“Because I made her a promise. I told her I wouldn’t leave her alone. And I keep my promises.” He wiped his eyes. “I know I’m just a stranger. I know I look scary. But I couldn’t abandon her. Not after what I told her.”

“You’ve been coming every day for six months?”

“Every single day. Rain, snow, didn’t matter. My brothers think I’m crazy. My wife thinks I’m obsessed. But I can’t stop. Not until she wakes up. Not until I can tell her she’s okay. That she made it. That she didn’t die alone.”

I reached across and took this stranger’s hand. This man I’d been suspicious of. Afraid of. This man who’d saved my daughter’s life and then refused to abandon her.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you for staying with her.”

Thomas squeezed my hand. “Ma’am, I had a daughter once. She died in a car accident twenty-three years ago. She was sixteen. I wasn’t there when it happened. By the time I got to the hospital, she was already gone.”

His voice broke completely.

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