AT THE SAME EVENING
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
I couldn’t shake the unease gripping me as I sat with Isabella on the couch, her head resting against my chest. She was breathing more steadily now, but her pale complexion and the faint tremor in her hands told me something wasn’t okay.
"Isabella." I murmured, brushing her hair back gently. "You’re still not okay. I think we need to call someone."I said.
She stirred weakly, her brows furrowing.
"Xavier, no." She said her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m fine. Just tired."
"Tired doesn’t make you faint like that." I said firmly. "This isn’t normal, and I’m not going to sit here and hope it gets better on its own."
"Xavier, please." She protested, her voice trembling. "I don’t need an ambulance. I just need to rest."
"You fainted, Isabe
