Isabella did not pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers curled slightly around his, as though holding on to something steady in a world that had suddenly become too uncertain.
Gabriel noticed the small movement. It stirred something quiet and protective inside him.
Before either of them could speak again, the door opened softly.
A nurse walked in, her expression calm and professional. She checked the chart in her hand, then glanced at Isabella with a reassuring smile.
“Good news,” she said. “Your vitals are stable. No internal injuries. The bruises will heal with time.”
Isabella blinked. “Does that mean I can go home?”
“Yes,” the nurse replied. “We will discharge you shortly. Just make sure you rest properly and avoid stress.”
Gabriel exhaled slowly, a breath he did not realize h
