Liam’s POV
Isabella lay there, pale, too still, her chest unmoving. Blood soaked the sheets beneath her, her torn stomach still glistening under the harsh clinic lights.
But I refused to believe this was the end.
I grabbed her face, my thumbs brushing her cold cheeks.
"Bella," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You promised."
Silence.
Then—
A flicker.
A pulse.
It was so faint that I almost missed it. Not even the machine picked it up; if it weren’t for my hearing, I wouldn’t have noticed.
My breath caught.
"AGAIN!" I roared at the medical team. "DO IT AGAIN!"
Dr. Hale didn’t hesitate. She resumed compressions, her hands pressing down hard on Isabella’s chest.
One. Two. Three.
The monitor remained silent, and her wound remained wide open.
Was Isabella
