Isabella POV.
I couldn't drive and it didn't help that Mekka's house was very far away from what seemed to be any healers around or a hospital, but somehow, I managed to get a cab.
The drive to the hospital felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. My hands gripped her head tightly, forcing her in place as we drove through the turbulence of the driver's fast speed.
We were in the backseat, Mekka lying limp and convulsing, her breaths shallow and laboured.
Everytime her chest did that little kick, I felt something in me die again.
Every glance took at her sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over me.
“H-hold on, Mekka,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “Just hold on.”
The moment the driver screeched to a halt in front of the emergency entrance, I didn't wait to pay him,
