Isabella Tpn Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isabella slowly opened her eyes, her sight blurry. She looked around to try to clear her vision, but it's unfamiliar, until she heard Nerissa's voice. "N-Nerissa, where are we?" Isabella slowly blinked her eyes a few times to regain her focus. "We are at the hospital, you passed out a while ago. According to doctors it's because of dehydration and starvation," Nerissa explained. Isabella quickly sat up despite feeling weak. "We should go now, we doesn't have anything to pay here!" she stated urgently.

“Let’s get you some food first. Can’t take meds on an empty stomach.” He disappears for a bit and comes back with a hamburger from the hospital cafeteria. “Eat this.” I take a bite. Once I’m done, he hands me the pills with a cup of water. “Down the hatch.” I swallow them, grimacing at the bitter taste. He glances at Isabella, who’s watching us with a cold glare. She doesn’t say a word to me, just turns away. Zeta stands, looking torn. “Bella, I’ll be right back. Gotta get Lyssa home.”

I saw the needles before I saw the rest. My pulse spiked. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed, jerking against the ropes so hard they dug into my skin. Isabella smirked. “You always had a dirty mouth. Let’s see if we can fix that.” The girl set the tray down, her hands trembling slightly as she uncapped a vial. The clear liquid shimmered under the bulb. “Hold her,” Isabella ordered. The girl hesitated. “She’s tied, ma’am.” “Then inject her.”

"I thought she refused." "She changed her mind." "Why?" Elena looked at him. "Because she's not ready to die." --- They drove to the medical facility the next morning. Not a prison. A hospital. White walls. Fluorescent lights. The smell of antiseptic and fear. Isabella was in a room on the fourth floor. Tubes in her arms. Machines beeping. Monitors blinking. She looked smaller than Elena remembered. "Isabella." "Elena." "You look terrible."

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.

"The test results has shown that you've healed from the injuries you sustained. We've been waiting for you to wake up, and now that you have, we can begin your recovery journey." "So... I'm alive," Isabella whispered to herself, her voice filled with disbelief and relief. Doctor Jerry turned to the nurse, a sense of urgency in his eyes. "Help Isabella sit up, please," he instructed, his tone gentle yet firm. The nurse nodded and carefully assisted Isabella into a more upright position, adjusting the pillows behind her for comfort.

"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."

I stood thers alone, staring at the space where she had been. That night, I visited Isabella. She was sitting up in bed and staring out the window. Her face was pale, her eyes were hollow and the IV was still in her arm. And for the first time in over a weak, I saw Isabella smile.

"Collapsed right at the boundary. She's been tortured. Badly." Ivy recognized the woman despite the injuries. It was Alpha Thorne's daughter, Isabella. "Get her to the medical center," Ivy ordered. "Now." Isabella didn't regain consciousness for three days. When she finally woke, her first words were: "Don't send me back. Please. I'll do anything. Just don't send me back." "We're not sending you anywhere," Luna assured her, sitting by the bedside. The six-year-old had been keeping vigil, using her empathy magic to monitor Isabella's pain and help the healers know what to treat. "You're safe here."

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.