Chapter 71

Ethan's POV
I stayed by Isabella’s side, feeling helpless as the medical staff worked furiously. “Please, save her!” I said, my breath coming in short gasps, my heart praying that they would help my wife.
Everything in my life felt a bit blurry, but one thing was for sure: I would not let anything happen to her. Throughout all of this, Isabella had been my reason for fighting, and now, I wanted to see her healthy and smiling again.
Those moments were a battle in my heart, a mixture of hope and worry that raged. All my efforts were focused on one goal—watching Isabella recover.
“Hang in there, Isabella. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered softly, hoping my words would be a strength for her.
“Sir, I think you should get treatment too,” the nurse said softly, trying to get her attention. But I didn’t even feel any pain in my body, only the anxiety that gripped me as I watched Isabella’s condition. Still, I knew it would probably be best if I also got some treatment while I waited for Isabella to wake up.
“How is my wife?” I asked the doctor, my voice shaking but firm. I needed to know how bad Isabella was, and our future prospects depended on his answer.
The doctor took a deep breath before answering. “Your wife is in very bad shape. She’s lost a lot of blood, and we need to act immediately to save her. We need a matching blood donor for a transfusion.”
The words shook me to my core, and I felt my heart beat faster. The only thing I could do was fight to help her. “But… I’ll donate my blood!” I said immediately, determined.
“But we don’t know her blood type yet,” the doctor replied. “If there’s anything we can do before we do the transfusion, we’ll try to help.”
A sense of desperation rose within me, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. “I’ll do it,” I said, determined to find a way. “I don’t care how hard it is—she has to survive.”
After my initial treatment, I rushed to arrange a blood donation. I started calling close friends and relatives who might have a compatible blood type. Every second that passed was precious, and I would not let Isabella struggle alone.
“Isabella, I will find a way to bring you back,” I told myself, making a promise to myself. Building hope for our future became the main reason to keep moving forward.
Our life as a happy husband and wife depended on my efforts now, and I would not back down. No matter how long it took, I would do everything I could to save her. When Isabella opened her eyes and saw me again, she had to know that I was here and ready to rekindle the happiness we once had.
After receiving the blood transfusion, Isabella’s condition began to improve. My heart felt a little relieved to see the changes, even though she was still unconscious. In my heart, I prayed that she would soon recover and return to my side. I knew that all of this would take time, so I tried to be patient.
Not long after, Lucas and Mia came to visit Isabella. As they entered the room, I could see Lucas’s face full of worry.
“How is Isabella?” he asked, his voice full of hope.
I explained, “She’s starting to show signs of improvement after the blood transfusion, but she’s still unconscious. We’ll have to wait and see how things go.”
Hearing my explanation, Lucas’s face darkened slightly. He had also suffered quite a few injuries in the battle, but I could sense the uncertainty that was hanging over him. “Hopefully she’ll wake up soon. We all need her so badly,” he said, his voice soft and full of hope.
I nodded, sensing the tension between us. “We all have to be strong. She needs to know that we’re here to support her.”
Meanwhile, my attention turned to Mia who was standing next to Lucas. I knew that she had also fought in the battle and was pregnant. “Are you okay?” I asked her, concerned about her health.
“I’m fine,” she replied, though the look on her face suggested that she might be feeling depressed about what had happened. “But I’m really worried about Isabella,” she said, her voice shaking.
“She’s going to be okay, Mia. We have to have faith that she’s going to get through this. We all have a responsibility to be strong, to support each other,” I said, trying to calm us all down in this difficult situation.
We talked for a while, discussing the steps we needed to take to make sure everything was okay. Deep in my heart, I knew it wasn’t over until Isabella was fully recovered. I would stay by her side, waiting for her with great hope.
The next few days would be testing, but I was confident that with the support of my friends and the desire to see Isabella well again, we would get through this together. She was the most important part of my life, and I would never let her go so easily.
“You have to come back to me, Isabella,” I whispered softly as I sat beside her bed, feeling the pounding of my heart mingle with the strong hope inside me. She still had her eyes closed, and all my hopes were focused on her getting better.
For the past week, I had waited anxiously, nursing every second with prayer and anticipation. Days passed, and every time I saw her lying there helpless, the fear of what might happen continued to cloud my mind. However, I never lost hope.
Finally, after all the long and tiring waiting, Isabella opened her eyes. However, as I was sleeping next to her bed, the doctor woke me up to give me the good news, and without realizing it, I fell off my chair.