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Isabella

Damon looked angry as he walked into the room followed by a doctor and a nurse, then Alessandro. The doctor checked my eyes and vitals, whispering something to the nurse. He turned to Damon and spoke in a practiced voice.

"She's fine. There's no reason for her to be here anymore. You're free to go," he said, turning to me with a smile. Damon picked up a bag and walked over to me, helping me to stand up from the bed.

As soon as my feet touched the cold floor, I flinched and let out a sneeze. Damon looked at me with scrunched eyebrows and picked me up, setting me back on the bed. He pulled out clothes that I didn't recognize and handed them to me.

"Put these on. When you're done, we'll go back," he said, turning away from me before stopping at the window. I took off the hospital gown and tried to make sense of the clothes. It was a simple armless dress that looked long enough to sweep the floor but tight enough to hug my curves.

It was in black, a color I figured Damon