Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

Gunnar followed close behind, face grim. *** Minutes later, Alpha Gunnar and Luna Isabella were ushered into the emergency room. The air smelled of antiseptic, blood, and fear. Doctors and nurses worked frantically around Mason’s bed, faces tight with concentration. Their expressions betrayed little hope, but he was the Alpha’s son, they were giving everything they had. The moment Isabella saw her son lying there, pale, blood-soaked, tubes and wires snaking across his bare chest, hot tears streamed faster than ever.

"She's okay…she's okay…" My knees gave out. I collapsed against the floor, vision blurring. "Xavier!" she screamed. "I’m fine… just… get her out…" Then darkness. ************************* I woke to silence. Then the beeping. The sterile, cold sting of antiseptic. My ribs ached. My shoulder burned. My side pulsed with pain. Perfect. I blinked. Isabella was there. Her face buried in her palms. Her body shook with silent sobs. When she looked up, her eyes were swollen, red. The guilt in them soaked through the white light like shadows.

Her presence was like a ghost, silent and fleeting. “You have to eat now,” Damien said, bringing the tray closer to her bed. “Remember, you need to be fit for the babies you’re carrying.” “I’m not hungry, Damien. Just tell me what’s going on. What is this?” she said, noticing the IV needle still lodged in her arm. She pulled it out hastily, ignoring the sting. “You’ve been on TPN. I didn’t want to risk anything happening to the babies. You weren’t eating and I had to make sure they were okay,” Damien explained calmly.

She stretched her fingers, pressing them lightly against the cool, clear plastic of the incubator. “Ivan,” she breathed, the sound a mixture of tears and disbelief. “You are real. You are here.” Tears, thick and fast, began to flow down her temples, soaking into the pillow without a sound. These were not the controlled, internal tears of grief, but a raw, cleansing flood of sheer, physical relief. She had been separated from them for two weeks, convinced in her subconscious that the ultimate price had been paid. Now, the absolute truth was undeniable. Dr. Petrova, recognizing the critical nature of the moment, stepped forward quietly. “We can transfer Ivan to you now, Isabella. It will only

She gestured toward the hospital bed where Tanya continued playing her game, looking as healthy as any six-year-old I'd ever seen. "Tanya was feeling a little sick. She said her tummy hurt after all that wedding cake.She kept saying she missed her daddy and wanted to see you," Isabella continued. "I didn't know what else to do." I looked around the room more carefully, taking in details I'd missed in my initial rush of concern. IV bags hung by the bed, dripping saline into waste bins on the floor. Not into the child. Elara appeared beside me, taking in the scene with obvious confusion.

Chapter 46 - Fallen For Bruno. MONALISA PARKER'S POV, We arrived at the hospital, and Isabella was hooked up to an IV drip, all through the entire time, my eyes had never departed from Bruno, his tenderly care towards Isabella had completely captivated my heart, Unable to withstand the mixed emotions that coursed through me, I couldn't bear to stay in the room any longer, I found my way out of the room, towards the entrance, and as soon as I got out of everyone's reach, I called Missy,

She set the cup down when he entered. "Ethan, I gave Isabella a sedative. she hasn't slept in twenty-four hours; she needs the rest," she said. "She needs a cranial scan at the hospital tomorrow." Ethan gave a curt nod. "I heard you collapsed today. Are you alright?" Jess asked, her voice turning performative. "You have to take care of yourself. Not just for you, but for Isabella. She isn't out of the woods yet. She might need a third surgery."

She told me. That some good news. Tessa had made it out. “Thank you. What can you do for Isla?” I asked. “I’m gonna need some herbs…But Adrian, she’s heavily infected. It’ll be a miracle if she survives.” She responded.

Isabella lied, her eyes welling up with tears, fighting to fall, but she forced them back, trying to maintain a composed facade. After spending time with her mother, Isabella went to see the doctor to ask more about her mother's condition. “She’s getting better as you can see,” the doctor said, his voice firm. “But the last lab results we did still indicate COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease).” “She’ll be fine, Mr. Victor Mason has ordered we continue her treatment and he promised to cover any additional expenses, so I guess you have nothing to worry about.” The doctor added softly as he closed the patient file before him.

It is my last day that I have to be stuck in this hospital bed. I can honestly say that I am relieved. Isabella has been having great difficulty with traveling back and forth to the hospital. Yes, she still has a little less than three months to go, but the woman is huge, and she is struggling. I have picked the perfect time to be useless.