Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

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"

Antonio got up and helped Isabella into the chair, then he pushed her out of the room towards the NICU. A transparent glass separated the NICU from the hallway, and the nurse stepped into the room and pushed the curtains aside. Isabella finally saw them. Her babies. They looked so tiny, hooked up to several beeping medical equipments. She touched the glass, tears brimming in her eyes. She couldn't believe it. She was a mom. "Can I hold them?" She whispered. Antonio crouched beside her and lifted her hands to his lips. "Soon, my love." He answered. "When they're much stronger. For now, they need the uttermost care."

"I brought something light for you, Miss Isabella. Since the baby doesn't want to eat all day, maybe this will-" She froze when she saw me kneeling there. "Oh! Sir, I didn't know you were back." She looked embarrassed. "I'll come back-" "Wait," I said, standing up. "Has she not eaten since morning?" Elena hesitated, then gave a small nod. Isabella made a sad little face. I took the tray from Elena. "Thank you." Once we were alone again, I sat beside Isabella and offered her a spoonful of the creamy soup. "Just half a bite," I coaxed gently. "I'll clean up if you throw up. Promise."

Isabella nodded with a smile as she watched Benjamin picked her bag up off her bed and hand it over to Khanna, who was waiting by her hospital bedroom. She was sitting on a wheel chair, not strong enough to walk on her own. She needs extensive physiotherapy to be able to walk properly like before. But she is okay, as long as her Benjamin is with her. He has been there, for every single second of the last two weeks. Showering her with love and care, which was by far the best medication that helped speeding up her recovery. At her own insistence, Isabella was holding little Sapphire. As soon as she was a little better, Isabella had begged to bring Sapphire to her.

Isabella says. Baby Belle immediately stops shifting and lays beside Levi. I look at Isabella, she does not look good herself, and here she is fretting over me. "Isabella, what is wrong with you?" I ask her. "I have not eaten since the first day I was here. I am not going to make it much longer," Isabella says. "You can feed off me," Meaghan volunteers. Is there anything she isn't willing to do for this pack? "I only need a little to get me through the next few weeks. The baby will be here soon, and then I have to go," Isabella says.

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.

“You will leave this family once you are discharged. We will send you to England. Somewhere nobody will know you are connected to us.” They turned to leave. No comfort. No sympathy. No glance back. The door closed. And the room went silent again. Beep… beep… beep… Isabella stared at the ceiling, tears sliding into her hair. Her baby was gone. Her family was gone. She felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything inside her and left only pain behind. Minutes passed. Or hours. She didn’t know. Then, slowly, she pulled the IV needle from her hand. She slid her legs off the bed, her knees buckling the moment her feet touched the floor. She grabbed the wall for support.