Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

He answered. "Thank you very much, Doctor." Lena smiled, she had been dying of suspense. Even though Isabella was unconscious, she was certain she would get better. - - After the ICU was shown to them, Darian and Lena went in to see Isabella. A life support machine was fixed to her body, several strands of drips, including blood and water, ran through her veins. She was breathing faintly as they watched her together. "Life has never been fair to her."Lena said, shaking her head.

Isabelle tried to steady her senses, to fully come to terms with where she was—with the sound of the machines, the odd smell of blood and drugs and the low hum of constant activity. She needed to take her time to come to terms with all of that. “Tia?” Isabelle called out, her eyes fully open now as she tried to sit up straight. “Oh thank goodness.” Tia leaned closer and hugged her tight before helping her to into a better and comfortable position. “For a moment, I thought you had something greater than a fever.” Isabelle managed to give her a weak smile. “That would have been horrible?” “Definitely horrible. Would have ruined the entire plan.”

"The vitals just dropped to zero across the board." I didn't wait for the elevator. I ran for the stairs, my heart a frantic hammer against my ribs. When I reached the lab, the glass doors were already open and a team of medics was swarming the room. Isabella was lying on the cot, her face deathly pale, her eyes closed. "What happened?" I shouted, pushing past a guard. "She didn't flatline," a lead medic said, staring at his tablet in utter confusion. "She… she recalibrated. Look at the sensors."

"Sorry to trouble you." After he finished drinking the water, Ethan wasn't actually hungry, but he didn't want his injury to be in vain. Thinking for a moment, he softly said, "I'm actually hungry." Isabella could only helplessly pick up the food and feed him. After he ate and drank enough, the antibiotic shot was almost finished. Isabella lowered her gaze and calmly said, "Thank you for saving me." "I'll arrange for a caregiver to take care of you for the next few days."

The room was small and white and too bright. Isabella in the bed — pale, the color of her normally flawless skin drawn down to something thinner, the IV line running from her arm to the bag above. She looked diminished. Smaller. The performance stripped away by three hours of antivenin and silver compound working through her blood. She looked, for the first time since I'd arrived in this house, like someone who had actually been hurt. Her eyes were closed. Then Daemon sat beside her — pulled the chair close, his elbows on the edge of the mattress — and his hand covered hers.

Vanessa hissed. “Or you die first.” Isabella lay frozen on the hospital bed, her wrists trembling against the sheets. Her breathing came out in short, painful gasps as she watched the nurse slowly approach her. The syringe gleamed under the fluorescent light. “No…” Isabella croaked weakly, shaking her head. “Please…” she said but the words died in her subconscious as she couldn't speak out loud. The nurse sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Vanessa smirked.

She owed Kenneth no explanation. Soon, the doctor came for another check up and then he announced that Laura could be discharged the next day. He has Isabella a few instructions to follow. It was too early to treat Laura and they also had to find a blood donor for her. Whenever the toxin kicks in, they have to give her new blood to neutralize it. He explained that it was going to be a painful process if the little girl didn't get a donor on time. And their blood had to match. Isabella knew that Alex was the only person she needed for that.

No, he is more than that cruel after he’s made me sign my life away just like that. When I reached the surgery room a nurse opened the door without hesitation as if they’d been waiting for me. I barely nodded in acknowledgment before pushing past them. And then I saw her and My heart plummeted to my stomach. Isabella lay there impossibly small and surrounded by machines and wires. Tubes fed into her tiny arms, an oxygen mask covering her face, making her look more fragile than I’d ever seen her. The soft repetitive beeping of the ECG machine filled the air like a haunting lullaby, its slow tempo signaling life but only barely.

He also requested copies of all test results, lab work and the toxicology screening that was still in progress. “I’ll need these sent to me as soon as they're available.” “Of course. We’ll keep you updated on any changes in her condition as well.” Once we exited the consultation room and paid Isabella one more visit before heading back home, Alexander asked me, “Do you remember Isabella mentioning she was receiving treatments at a hospital outside the country? One specialized hospital Charles recommended for her?” I nodded because I did remember the last time we visited Isabella. She mentioned her lack of appetite as a side effect of some wellness treatments she’d been undergoing.

At Campolon go Hospital in Milan, Italy. ~ Isabella's heart ached as she entered the sterile, dimly lit hospital ward. Her younger sister, Angela, already sat there, her eyes red-rimmed and teary. In the center of the room lay their father, unconscious and vulnerable, his once vibrant spirit now reduced to a frail figure on a white hospital bed adorned in a blue patient gown. A nasogastric tube snaked from his nose, a lifeline to a body that had been gravely injured.