Isabel’s POV
The door clicks gently as the doctor steps in, the soft sound cutting through the heavy silence in the room. His steps are measured, his presence calm yet professional, but none of it soothes the storm raging inside me. He moves toward the hospital bed, his hands steady as he checks Aria’s vitals, his gaze flicking over the monitors. His fingers press lightly against her wrist, checking her pulse, then move to adjust the IV line, ensuring the steady drip of medication.
I rise from my seat, my legs moving before I can think, drawn closer by the weight of my worry. The tension in my chest tightens as I stand beside him, watching every movement with a desperation I can’t suppress. My fingers tremble as I clutch them together, my voice strained as I finally speak.
“Doctor… it’s
