Isabella’s POV
A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through my head as I struggled to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, the harsh white lights above making it even harder to focus. I groaned, my body aching as if it had been crushed under something heavy. Slowly, my surroundings came into view—a hospital room. The sterile scent filled my nostrils, and confusion clouded my mind.
What happened?
A voice broke through the fog in my head.
“Isabella, you’re finally awake!” Zachary’s voice trembled with both relief and disbelief. His eyes, wide with emotion, searched my face. “I was so scared, Isabella. I thought I… I thought I lost you.”
I winced as I tried to push myself upright, but before I could, his hands were on my shoulders, gently holding me down.
“Don’t sit up. You’re hurt badly,” he
