Blood Clot Isaac Novels & Stories

It is for the consequence that he faced afterward. I shudder, but I don’t feel any sympathy for ‘her’. I shudder because it must have been difficult for Clement, knowing that either he or Dyson would fade away. I take Isaac’s hands in mine and intertwine our fingers. He tugs me lightly and makes me sit on the small single bed. “How did Clement…” I purse my lips, unable to say the rest. Isaac lets out a broken sigh. “I was foolish. A fucking stupid, arrogant moron,” he curses lowly.

“Then focus on watching Isaac. If Quavon dares to leave the sanatorium, then stop Isaac’s medication.” Isaac was paralyzed and in a vegetative state, so he could not eat or drink on his own. Once the medication was stopped, it meant that nothing could sustain Isaac’s life anymore. In less than a day, Isaac’s life would be in danger. “Understood,” The doctor answered. Clayton lifted his feet and walked out. The assistant in the car watched Clayton come out and started the car to pick him up. “You used the fastest time to solve the trouble in Sloan Corporation just to go back to see her as soon as possible?”

Isabel screamed his name from the path behind him. “Isaac! Stop! Isaac, I’m here!” He froze mid-step at the edge of the cliff, heart slamming against his ribs. The wind whipped his face as he turned around fast. Everything went black. Isaac gasped awake and sat up sharply in the hospital bed. His eyes darted around the room. Monitors beeped beside him. Tubes ran into his arm. He clutched the sheets and furrowed his eyebrows hard. “What the fuck? Where am I?”

She bit her lip and nodded, "A little bit." Isaac checked it twice, "Your bone isn't injured. Use ice to reduce the swelling and rub it. Then you'll feel much better." "Mm, you're right. How can I not believe you? You are a doctor!" Isaac's eyes darkened. All of a sudden, he shook off Chloe's foot and stood up. Chloe looked at him, "Isaac, you..." Isaac gritted his teeth, "You need ice to reduce the swelling. I'll get a towel for you." After that, he hurried into the bathroom.

"She said she wasn't interested in him" she muttered. * GUEVARA HOSPITALS* Isaac was running as he came out of the cab that dropped him. He literally dashed into the hospital, and he was breathless when he got to the reception. "Isaac? Thank gawd you're here" a doctor blocked him. "How's my mom doing?" He asked impatiently. "Another hidden tumor surfaced in her front lobe, and we have to carry out the surgery unfailingly tomorrow" the doctor replied, holding his shoulder.

Ford. “No, young man. You have a few tears and busies on your back, the cut to your neck is pretty mild, and you were a bit dehydrated. But we have taken care of all of that. You just need to take it easy,” The doctor flashed his adoring smile at his patient. Isaac was happy that he could go home and that he was okay, but his flight was tomorrow and his dad had demanded to see him before then. That meant that he and his father would be in the same room tonight.

“It happens to lots of inmates over the years.” “You learn that in nursing school?” Rancid asked. “No, I’ve worked here long enough to know.” “So what’s it going to be? Do you want to talk to the police and see if they’ll give you your cell back? Or do you want to leave with us?” Just then the door opened and Isaac stepped in holding a cardboard box the size of a microwave oven. On the side it read, “Blood products, not safe for human consumption.” He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.”

Cyril looked at his thumb, putting it to his lips to stop the bleeding. "That's more like it. So when I go looking for Arabella will I find your little pet?" Anger coursed through Isaac. The white haze in front of his eyes swirled, his vision marbling it with red. He could feel that his body was shaky, locked in place, but he now had enough consciousness to adjust his position. Taller than Cyril, he stood upright, looking down at his old friend. He knew there was more to the story than what Cyril was telling him.

“I told y’all her fucking name; call her anything else and you just might piss me off.” It never crossed my mind that something could seriously be mentally wrong with Isaac until now. I mean, I knew he had to have an evil side, but this was different. This was…I wasn’t quite sure what this was. Did he really just stop mid tantrum to defend my honor? “Taylor, now is probably a good time for us to go,” Blakely said. I grabbed my jacket and purse and sat my unfinished drink on one of the few tables left standing upright. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your assistance. To show my appreciation your meals are on me. Li’l Jody, my sincerest apologies,” Isaac said to the crowd and the hostess

I rushed to the kitchen; grabbed two clean towels, a bowl of fresh water, and ran back where I handed Isaac a towel, "Press that on his wound to stop the bleeding and press it tight!" He nodded as I rushed to my room, pulled the kit out of the cabinet in my bathroom and headed back up where I dropped to my knees beside Isaac. I've never ran so fast in my life. He moved aside and I took over, mind-linking Francis to inform him of the situation.