Ian's POV
I turned to the doctor.
"Yes," I said without hesitation. "I'm her husband.”
Dr. Reeves nodded and made a note before moving to Isabella with his stethoscope, giving her the focused, efficient attention of a doctor who had a patient in front of him and nothing else mattered.
I stepped back, giving him room to work.
I stood near the wall with my hands buried in my coat pockets, watching Dr. Reeves examine her. I told myself the tightness in my chest was just from being woken so abruptly, the drive over, and the physical toll of a night that had started badly and only gotten worse.
Isabella answered the doctor's questions in a rough, fever-weakened voice.
"How long have you been feeling unwell? Have you eaten? When was the last time you got a proper night's sleep? Have you
