LEO'S POV.
The sound of my low, soft whispers filled the silent room as I sat beside Isabel's bed once more.
Three days. It’s been three days since she’s been in this condition, and nothing’s changed. The doctors said she wasn’t showing any sign of recovery; if anything, her condition seemed to worsen by the day. Every single day since she was brought in, I made sure to visit her in the hospital. I haven’t managed to hold her hand, like the other female doctor suggested the other day. I tried a number of times, but I always found myself withdrawing my hand just an inch before it touched hers. Somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I don’t even know why. But I would sit beside her every day for hours, just talking to her and hoping to the Goddess that she could hear me.
Regr
