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
ISABELLA'S POVI sat there, staring at my father as he demanded every piece of information concerning my illness, his voice tight and filled with urgency.Owen and Nathan, my brothers, exchanged helpless glances, both knowing they had no choice but to reveal everything. Every chart, every test result, every number... everything.Even Evelyn’s contact details were handed over to him, and moments later, he was on the phone with her, throwing question after question about the nature of my ailment and the chances of my survival.We all watched him, each of us reacting in our own way.Owen’s jaw was clenched, Nathan rubbed a hand across the back of his neck nervously, and I lay weakly in my chair, a dull ache throbbing in my hand.After what felt like an eternity, he hung up. The silence was uncomfortable. He threw his hands behind him and paced the room; his eyes narrowed in thought. Then his declaration after that hit us like a thunderclap, destroying any last hope I had nursed of ke
(GENERAL POV)Lilian was sitting in her office alone.The wooden panels and shelves of neatly arranged files seemed to close in on her, matching the heavy weight in her chest.Her desk, once a space of order, felt like a battlefield.Different papers scattered, her laptop half-closed, and her phone lying face down as if she couldn't bear to face it. The silence was like a faint cloud, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner above.She leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. Her mind was just like her desk, but it was consumed by wild thoughts relating to just one person... Nathan.Ever since that kiss at the club, the one that sent sparks through her but left her reeling, she had done everything to distance herself from him. She had to protect her heart. And so she had begun avoiding him, retreating into the safety of her office, her phone, and her work. Nathan had noticed, of course. He wasn’t one to let things like this slide easily.He had tried to reach out, le
ISABELLA'S POVI had actually always thought that the rode to death would be peaceful, a quiet, serene release from the pain of existence. But the last few days had proven me totally wrong. The last stages of the trial treatment to cure me from tyrosine poisoning had been nothing short of a brutal war, one that left me swinging on the edge of life and death. My weak body had been ravaged by side effects, from burning fevers that felt like molten lava coursing through my veins to muscle spasms that left me unable to move, then the pounding in my head that felt so intense that it blacked out the power of my vision.I was barely aware of being moved from one ward to another, sometimes waking up only to faint voices and distant echoes, really.My mother’s voice stood out the most, trembling with fear and helplessness. Other times I would catch fragments of conversations, snippets of her pleading with the doctors. As for my father, he would pace relentlessly, asking the professionals