ISABELLA POVI paced back and forth in the small space of my living room, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control.My fingers were trembling as I clutched them together, and my breathing was uneven. The light from the overhead lamp did nothing to calm me.How did this happen? How did Lilian’s phone end up in Nathan’s hands?I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my frantic heart, but every time I pictured what this development could lead to, a fresh wave of panic would overwhelm me.The thought of my family knowing about the poison terrified me more than the illness itself. Or rather, the poison. Just thinking about whether or not I would have to tell them made me feel chills. Would they be able to take it? The bond I shared with them was too strong; they would condemn themselves. They could even start getting ill on my behalf. Wasn’t that how they once almost got themselves killed in a fire outbreak when we were still kids? They had saved me and almost sacrificed themselve
GENERAL POVThe room felt heavy, as if the weight of the world had settled between the three siblings.Isabella’s sitting room appeared dimmer, as though the curtains were holding back more than just the sun.Lilian had left in a rush minutes ago. The hugs they exchanged before she walked out had been brief and tentative, as though none of them could find the right words to say; she had promised to check up first thing tomorrow.For now, silence reigned. Nathan, Owen, and Isabella sat in separate corners, each lost in the web of their own thoughts. The silence lasted for quite some time before Owen finally broke it.He pulled out his phone.His little finger hovered over the screen, unmoving, as he stared at it with raised brows. His chest rose and fell with a deep, deliberate breath before his hands ran over his face.He rose slowly, the movement deliberate, as if each step towards the truth was one he dreaded. His voice was hoarse when he finally opened his lips.“So... what no
General POV It had been two weeks since Isabella’s health condition was revealed—a heavy weight that still disturbed Lilian’s mind. However, today was not a day of bearing such weight. She was prepared for an evening that had the potential to be fun. She had a date coming up with Nathan in a couple of minutes. She stood in her bedroom, surrounded by chaos. The bed, once white and free of rumples, was now covered with a sea of dresses in every shade and style. Lilian held a shiny black dress up to her chest, frowning thoughtfully as she inspected her reflection in the mirror. She needed something special, something that would make her feel confident tonight. She pictured the kind of dress she wanted—elegant but not overly revealing, sophisticated yet daring enough to make Nathan look twice. Lilian’s fingers brushed over a deep emerald-green dress lying on the bed, its soft satin catching the light. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the fabric, and placed it against
GENERAL POV Isabella sat on the edge of her bed. She was staring at her reflection in the tall mirror opposite, her thoughts running wild and uncertain. Lilian was actually in the living room, having visited hours ago to keep her company. They had shared a light meal of grilled salmon and a fresh garden salad, laughing over wine glasses in an attempt to escape the heaviness that she has been struggling with for some time now. But after the meal, when Isabella saw that she had begun to scroll through her phone, she had excused herself, feeling the need to withdraw and think. She sighed deeply. Her mind was now replaying the rumors that had been circulating recently, whispered behind closed doors at her hospital, and openly exchanged in hushed tones at Michael’s company. She precisely recalled the one of yesterday, the meaningful stares from her colleagues, the sly smirks of the hospital staff, and the way one of the nurses, Megan by name, had said to her friend in the breakr
ISABELLA POVThe world around me was literally spinning. I was lying on the cold floor of my sitting room, my vision narrowed, surrounded by the figures of Lilian’s panicking face and the paramedics in uniform hovering over me.My body felt disconnected from me, my limbs heavy and unresponsive, but my mind was still quite conscious, aware of the reality, only that I was trapped in this haze of weakness. I could see them. the paramedics in blue uniforms rushing around with their apparatuses in hand, about two of them kneeling beside me, their voices low and urgent. I felt them lifting me up, their hands firm yet careful as they propped me up on the seat.The room spun slowly, my consciousness waving, shifting from black to white. Nevertheless, I wasn’t gone. I was still here.After some time, one of the paramedics pressed a cool hand to my forehead, murmuring something about my pulse, and I let out a painful expression at the sharp prick of a needle as they administered something to
Isabella's POVI glanced up, my vision blurry with tears of pain and exhaustion, catching sight of Lilian now heading toward the front door. “Babe...” I croaked weakly, but my voice barely carried any weight.The leader of the paramedic team quickly instructed one of her colleagues to stay with me while she hurried outside to join Lilian.I sank deeper into the chair, the paramedic beside me gently squeezing my arm in a feeble attempt to comfort me. My ears were straining against the rising voices from the yard.In a matter of seconds, James and Lilian were having a confrontation, and I could hear every word.“Didn’t I just tell you to leave?” Lilian’s voice trembled with frustration. “Or do you want me to call the police?”“Hey… Don't dare come any closer!”James barked back, his tone laced with venom.“Did you just raise your hand at me?” Lilian’s sharp voice cut through the noise, a statement that sent a chill down my spine.I gasped, attempting to stand, but the paramedic he
ISABELLA'S POVThe trial treatment had since begun. And here was in the private ward where they had admitted me.I lay on the bed, tangled in stiff white hospital sheets, feeling every ache and burn.I have been hearing the hum of machines for some time now, and the rhythmic beep of my heart monitor filled the room.They were the only sounds cutting through the quietness.I blinked twice, forcing my eyes open to find Michael sitting by my side.He was there the day I got this update; everything I was going through healthwise had been revealed to him. And like I expected, he had become so quietly overprotective.He had even insisted on accompanying me there.His eyes were fixed on me, filled with a worry he couldn’t quite hide. From time to time, he would reach out, his hand cool against my fevered skin, brushing back a strand of hair that clung to my forehead.The forced smile he wore didn’t reach his eyes. His face was shadowed with dark circles, and yet this was just the first da
ISABELLA'S POVSince we started the trials, it had drained me in ways I had not anticipated.Each injection, each dose chipped away at my strength until I could barely move, much less function properly.As a matter of fact, I had been avoiding my parents for days now, shutting out their worried calls, and even my precious job had become an afterthought. Dr. Ken, the Chief Medical Officer at the hospital, had called more than once, but I just couldn’t bring myself to respond. The treatment had left me so fragile, so utterly vulnerable. My life had become one linear cycle of shuffling between the research center and my apartment. where I would collapse into the nearest chair and stay there, too exhausted to do anything but read. When I say read, I mean my atlas and my medical textbooks, as I was used to doing. The mental journey gave me some sort of strength.Lilian, my best friend, handled the driving. She always did, these days.It was Lilian who drove me back into the house that