Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

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.

she inquired, her empathetic eyes fixated on Isabel. Isabel nodded hesitantly, the pain intensifying with each passing moment. The nurse reassured her, explaining that such discomfort was expected in her current condition. She administered a medication prescribed by Jeremy, specifically for moments like these. Soon after taking the medicine, Isabel slipped into a deep sleep, finding temporary solace from her ordeal.

The C-section incision pulled every time I shifted, a constant reminder that my body had been opened and rearranged and needed time to remember how to function. David pushed the wheelchair. Had been pushing it since they'd cleared me to leave the recovery room, refusing to let nurses do it, hovering like I might shatter if he stopped paying attention for thirty seconds. I would have found it annoying if it wasn't so completely him. Isabella was in isolette number seven, third row, left side. I'd memorized the location instantly, the way you memorize escape routes. She was awake when we arrived. Those dark eyes - my mother's eyes, apparently - tracking movement, trying to make sense of the br

She walked away and waved the teachers into a quick meeting near the doors. Isabella woke up in a white room with a curtain pulled around her. She had tubes in her arms, tubes up her nose, and a tube in her mouth. She tried to look around, but it hurt to move her head. A nurse walked up. “Don’t try to move. I know that’s hard, but we have your head and neck restrained for now.” Isabella’s eyes grew wide.

Isabella said as soon as the doctor walked in through the door. "Wow, okay Missy." The doctor laughed. "Let's give you a check up then to find out how strong you are" The doctor checked her vital signs and saw everything was okay. She wasn't showing any adverse reactions. "Actually dad, princess Isabella is perfectly okay" The doctor said to Zach. "The transfusion will be completed in an hour's time then we'll watch her for another twenty-four hours after which she can be discharged so you can take her on that helicopter ride you promised her"

Kiara questioned and I turned to Levi. “How about Isabella?" He asked me and I glanced down at our child. “Isabella Ava Medici. Hi Isabella" I cooed at her and in response, she suddenly bursted out crying and I turned to Kiara with panic in my eyes. “Relax, she just needs food" I let out a sigh of relief then unbuttoned my hospital gown and began to feed Isabella. It felt weird at first but I was sure it was going to grow on me.