ISABEL'S POV.
My fingers scraped against the cold floor as I tried once again to push myself up. My arms shook so badly I could barely hold myself steady. Every single breath I took hurt and burned, like my body was reminding me of how close I was to giving up. Or maybe dying.
“You can do this, Isabel,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I felt the pounding in my head. “You’ve been through worse. Just get up.”
I managed to get to my knees, but as soon as I tried to stand, my legs gave out. I hit the ground again with a dull thud, the pain shooting through me entire body, causing me to let out a groan. A frustrated gasp slipped from my lips, but I clenched my fists and bit back the tears.
“No,” I said through gritted teeth, forcing myself to stay upright. “No, you have to get up. Leo ne
