Isabella Tpn Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Can I move in with you for a while?" She protested at first, insisting I wasn't strong enough to leave, but when she saw my face, she nodded. “You can stay with me. As long as you need.” She helped me dress and supported me as we slowly made our way down the corridor toward discharge. That was when we passed Isla’s room. The door was open. “I just want Tamsin to take care of me,” Isla said tearfully. “The doctors say it is high risk, but I trust her. She loves you so much, James. I know without a doubt that she will make sure nothing happens to our baby.”

Logan advised. Isabella’s POV I slowly made my way back to my room. I mean inch by inch, as the stitches on my stomach are throbbing. I tell myself it was worth it to see Zander, but right now I’m suffering. “Nurse, she needs help,” a familiar voice called. I looked up to see Vincento in the hallway. “Nurse, please come quickly, she’s suffering.” Nurse Bethany comes running. “Isabella, I thought you were already back in your room,” she stated. “You’ve been up far too long.” Bethany turned to Vincento. “Can you hold her for a few minutes until I grab a wheelchair?”

"You're lucky to be alive. You're staying in that bed for at least six hours or I'll sedate you." So I stayed. But I couldn't rest. Through the mate bond, I monitored Daren. He was with his mother in the critical care area, speaking to her in quiet tones I couldn't quite hear. Isabella had woken briefly, lucid enough to recognize him, before slipping back into unconsciousness. Elena said she'd stabilized. But twenty-five years of magical exploitation had done permanent damage. Even with the best care, Isabella might only have months. Maybe a year if we were lucky.

Cole is truly out this time as he doesn’t stir from the mask or whatever Angela is introducing into the feeding tube. “What are you giving him, Angela?” “It’s a high density nutrient mix. This particular one has higher magnesium and potassium levels to help reduce the cramps without giving him a muscle relaxer, considering he’s already on one.” I nod my head as I run my hand through his hair. I’ve been doing that a lot with him but he seems to need and enjoy the contact. Once everything is taped she moves to the IV. He squirms a little when the band is put on his arm but otherwise does well with the discomfort.

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

Isabel’s eyes fluttered open and she stared at the white ceiling for a second. She was lying in a hospital bed with wires connected to her chest and an IV line in her arm. The beeping machines around her made her head spin. She tried to sit up but the tubes pulled at her skin. She gasped loud and looked around the room fast. “What the hell happened?” Isaac was sitting right next to the bed in a plastic chair. He stood up quick and leaned over her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug even though the wires got in the way a little.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, she nodded at the crowd again before slipping through the hospital doors. Isabella poured a spoonful of porridge into Seth's mouth and sighed when it simply spilled to the side. The doctors had told her that it didn't mean he wasn't eating. They were passing his necessary nutrients through the drip into his body. They just wanted to activate his digestive system, that was all.

I try to sit up but they tell me not to. "My baby?" I repeat feeling a sense of dread heading my way. "Isabella, You have Pneumonia. You'll be in here for a few days to a week at most to recover and so we can keep an eye on you but then you'll be sent home to rest. You're on extreme antibiotics and medications. But unfortunately, your body couldn't handle the pregnancy. You were already passing through when you collapsed. We had to do an emergency surgery to put some pressure off your body and to take the remaining-"

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

Staying outside of the curtain, August took a deep breath and asked his mother, “How is she?” “She’s doing better, now that I have an IV started and am giving her some medicine and fluids,” Isabella said. “I think she’s going to pull through, but it may take another day or two for her to come around.” “You do think she will, though?” August asked, standing outside of the curtain with his hands on his hips.