Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

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.

he said, "so I can't help with the transfusion. But have you tried talking to Isabella? I think she is AB-negative. " Isabella was swamped with work when her phone rang. Seeing Eliza's name on the caller ID, she hesitated before answering. "What do you want?" Isabella's voice was cold, tinged with years of accumulated hurt. Eliza's voice trembled. "I need to see you, please. It's urgent."

Laurent stopped. Looked at Vane and my mother. “She wants to see Elias. Alone.” My mother started to protest. Vane put a hand on her arm. Gently. “Let him go.” She looked at me—eyes wide, frightened. I nodded. “I’ll be okay.” She swallowed. Nodded back. I stepped past them. The nurse opened the door. The room was dim—curtains half-drawn, soft light from a bedside lamp. Isabella lay propped against pillows, face swollen and bruised, lip stitched, right hand in a splint. An IV dripped into her left arm. She looked small. Fragile. But her eyes—when they found mine—were blazing.

Isabella whispered. TBC

“Good evening Allison. How was your day?” Susan greeted her 5yo. client. Allison was unable to ambulate and could only say a few single words, but oh she was a lovely young girl and Susan thought the world of her. Allison smiled in return, her huge dimples obvious when she smiled so enthusiastically. Allison’s dark blond hair was pulled back in pigtails, and she was wearing a long sleeve tee shirt dress and laying on a mat on the floor. Allison rolled closer to Susan and said, “hi,” quietly. Allison tracheostomy was capped with a Passé Muir valve, that allowed her to push air from her longs, past her pharynx and out her mouth to talk more easily. Allison was small for her age and had always

Not once. He was Isabella’s doctor first. That was the only role that survived intact. He moved through her room like a man on autopilot, checking monitors, adjusting fluids, scanning charts with eyes that never stayed on me for more than a second longer than necessary. “Her vitals are stable,” he would say, voice controlled, detached, focused entirely on the screen. “I will make sure she drinks water when she wakes,” I would answer, my gaze fixed somewhere near the floor because I could not trust my expression.

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

“Where are your family members? I’ll need a signature.” I stared at the ceiling. “I don’t have family,” I said evenly. For the next several days, no one came. The nurses’ eyes held pity; sometimes they quietly gave me an extra shot of painkiller. On the day of discharge, Jonathan finally appeared. “Isabella was badly frightened. Her emotions are unstable. She can’t be left alone,” he said flatly. “How are your injuries? Do you need to stay on? I can bring the pups by…”

To be honest, she was really afraid that they would get infected. Jasper patted her back. “Everything will be fine.” …… Right after Isabella was kicked out by the hotel security guard, she immediately rushed to Sea City Hospital after she received a call. “No matter what Jasper’s result is after three months, it’ll be positive, understand?” Isabella took a card and headed it to the young nurse working in the clinical laboratory. “This is…” The nurse felt troubled. “Aren’t you lacking money?” Isabella tempted the nurse. “I… okay.” The young nurse finally agreed.

Knowing she needed some serious TLC, each of them took it upon themselves to give her the aftercare that she needed, making sure to give her their total undivided attention in the process as they started with a nice hot bath to soothe the skin as well as cleans the body, before giving her lots and lots of Gatorade to help give her the electrolytes she needed as well as warm clothes and plenty of cuddles and complements. Of course, it didn’t take long before Alex and Tony had suddenly become super aware that Isabella had suddenly developed a fear of the dark, panic attacks evident each time a light had been turned off and her mind went into panic mood, and as if panic attacks weren’t a thing,