Isabella
“Isabella,” Daniel called and I looked at him. “Are you okay? Why are you shaking?” he asked. I looked at my hands and they were trembling.
“I am fine,” I lied, trying to steady my nerves but the feeling only got worse. “I am sorry, but I should use the restroom,” I struggled on my feet and about taking a step, I staggered to the table and down on the floor.
“Isabella,” Daniel kept the pancake and hurried to my side. “Isabella, stay with me.” I heard him wobble. He was panicking as he checked my pulse.
My visions were slowly fading, and as seconds passed I could no longer hear a word he was saying. All I could see was his lips moving until I lost consciousness.
The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself in a patient room. I recognized that it was one of the pack hospitals
