Blood Clot Isaac Novels & Stories

He punched Isaac back down, then pulled him up again, then punched him back down. “You scumbag, who do you think you are to play around with her feelings, huh?" He punched him down again, but before he could lay another blow, Isa had passed out; he wasn’t moving, nor was he fighting like he did earlier; he just laid motionlessly with a severe bleeding nose that stained his shirt. “What have you done?" I yelled, running towards them. I pushed him away, then held Isaac in my bosom; he had already passed. What if he dies here?

Isabel was brought out of her nostalgic thoughts by Xavi’s call through the mind-link. “Is there a problem?” She asked. “I just got a call from the pack doctor that Carlos is out of coma.” Xavi informed her, “He wishes to know your next order before discharging him from the hospital.” “Tell him to wait for me. I’ll be there in half an hour.” Isabel instructed. She then said goodbye to her little sister before leaving the room. “Alpha, are you feeling better now?” Xavi, who was awaiting Isabel’s arrival outside the pack hospital asked the minute she climbed out of her dad’s black Mercedes Benz X-class truck. He was concerned about her physical well being after seeing her in pains for the firs

PROHIBITED Just when I was so sure of the choices I will make, unexpected things happen. Mom’s in a critical condition. Different tubes and lines are connected to her as she lies on the hospital bed, looking so hopeless. The doctor said she experienced ischemic stroke, the one where a clot has clogged a blood vessel near the brain. “The situation is under control, for now, Mr. James,” I heard the doctor tell Dad as we were watching out for Mom outside the Intensive Care Unit.

she mumbled, rocking slightly, her whole body trembling with the effort of keeping herself together. Ivan moved. He crouched down, arms slipping around Isaac’s waist, pulling him up into a half-seated position. Isaac’s head lolled weakly against him, his breath wheezing, his fingers twitching as if trying to grip onto something. "Die..." Isaac's voice cracked, barely above a whisper, his lips stained red. "No, no," Iris sobbed, shaking her head frantically. Her hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking over his blood-slicked skin, her tears mingling with the crimson staining her fingers.

Isaac shook his head in disagreement, turning to leave again. "Then watch him as he turns into yet another murderer and murder the sister you just united with." Charles said hatefully. "I won't let my sister die, okay? But I'm not doing it in your own way," Isaac yelled, walking away from him before he could utter another word. When he got to his room, he pulled out a card and headed to the hospital once more to get the drugs he needed. By the time he was done, he came back, hiding them in his drawer along with the syringe before stepping out asking about Serena. He found out she was in the king's cell but grabbed two bottles of vertigo before heading there.

I gasped, “Three weeks?! What the hell was wrong with me?!” Isaac started trying to soothe me, “It’s okay, love. They were able to fix it. You had a brain aneurism. It burst just as you got here to see the doctor. They were able to stop the bleeding and fix the aneurism through your carotid artery.” I sighed as Isaac continued, “If you hadn’t been here, in this hospital, when you passed out, you could have bled out and died. They called me and told me to get to the hospital, and I jumped out of bed and ran for the hospital.”

Theodore's eyes instantly darkened, and Clark hurriedly explained, "Ms. Jett, this punk tampered with your car, and when we found out, we brought him here." "Tampered? Isaac, what did you do?" Isaac turned pale as if he was about to faint. "Ms. Jett…" "Isaac! Isaac, what's wrong?" "Hey, punk. Stop pretending!" Clark began to panic. Willow glared at him. "Pretend? He's passed out! Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

"You're not…um…not supposed to bring weapons in." Do you think I fucking care? And you'd better make the whole goddamn thing believable, or you'll regret the fucking day you were born, got it?" He took in huge quantities of air and shook his head emphatically. With that settled, Isaac straightened his jacket, and they returned to the room. "What was all that about?" Damon demanded, frowning. "Were you discussing me? Isaac coughed. "I was telling Dr. Richard you're a crocodile and you have lots of teeth that you have to keep sharp."

"They haven't found out who the driver was." Isaac remembered that it was a young man who was relatively unscathed. He clearly saw him climbing out of his car before running away, and he was most likely afraid, possibly because he should not be driving. "Start a search, and reach the culprit before the cops do," he growled. "No killing, but make sure it's a lesson to be remembered. Also, summon the doctor who operated on Whitney Cox. I want to meet them." When he saw Whitney bleeding, he was basically convinced that she was pregnant with his child.

Then, she darted her sight through the cotton, two-piece attire he had changed into. After a good and hot bath, Isaac was looking more like the cute young wolf he was. And, thanks to the small gap in front of his teeth, each time he smiled, he looked really adorable and jolly. His eyes trained on the flames ahead, Isaac crossed his arms and continued, “I left our home in the Verano Pack months ago to join Clarissa here at The Crown-Blood Manor, but certain bandits attacked our ferry and took all the he-wolves captive. While it was uncertain where they took us, I know they almost sold us to a certain witch who wanted young men to satisfy her sexual needs.”