Isabella
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked while escorting the doctor out of the house.
“He will be fine. He just needs to rest and I dropped off some medicines for the fever,” He said and I nodded my head.
“Thank you so much,” I told him relief to hear that.
“The bandages on his hands and head?” I liked it so he was concerned.
“He had a little cut on his head, and his hands would heal pretty soon,” he smiled at me, as he walked out of the front door.
“Thank you, doctor,” I said again.
“Good night Mrs. Dominic,” He bowed his head before leaving while I closed the door and sighed deeply.
“Rose,” I called out and walked to the kitchen. I wanted to make hot soup for him so that it could help with his fever. Rose answered a few minutes later and walked to the kitchen to assist me. So we busied ourselves in the kitchen, chopping the peppers and prepping for the phone. Thirty minutes later, I was done with the cooking and cleaning up the kitchen.
I climbed the stairs and went to the room to check on him. And there he was sitting on the bed crying his ears out.
“Tristan,” I walked in shocked by the site.
“Muffin,” he cried out and rushed to hug me, while I hugged him back.
“I’m sorry,” He breathed out, and tears fell from my eyes. I could feel the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed out.
“I’m sorry too,” I cried out holding it like it was going to be our last time.
“Please take the treatment,” his lips quivered as he pulled away, staring at me.
“Come on sit,” I said and pulled him back to the bed.
“Please Isabel, I swear to God I’ll kill myself if I lose you,” He cried out profusely and I felt overwhelmed with all of the emotions.
“It hurts, I’m hurting,” I told him how I felt. Right now I felt this pang of pain around my chest. My friends knew about me dying, and yes they cried and felt emotional for me.
But with Tristan it’s different, it hurts more, it hurts a lot. I looked at him crying profusely like it was the first time I just got the news. Now hearing him say he would kill himself for me, scared the shit out of me.
“Please don’t die,” he rested his head on my thighs crying out.
“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault,” he kissed my thighs with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“No love,” I said to him and rubbed his hair. He grabbed my clothes, crying his heart out. I could he his shaky breath and the sniffing, I could feel the fear.
“This is not your fault Tristan,” I told him and sniffed him, using the back of my hands to clean my eyes.
“It doesn’t feel that way to me,” He said.
“I blame myself, I don’t deserve you, Isabella,” he said and I raised my head, trying to stop the tears.
“I don’t care if you hate me after, please take the treatment. Try to live,” He sat up abruptly and stared at me, while I sniffed in.
“I don’t hate you, I can’t hate you, I won’t hate you Tristan,” I told him and chuckled between my cries.
“And yes, I’ll take the treatment, but..,” I told him truthfully when he interrupted me.
“You will take the treatment,” His eyes gleamed in excitement and I smiled seeing that he had brightened up.
“No buts baby, if there’s a chance at you living we are going to take it,” He held my hands and kissed it lightly while I nodded sniffing in.
“Okay,” I smiled sadly, was scared. I said but because I was scared. I want to live, I was going to give the treatment a chance, but what if everything goes wrong? What if I die? I thought.
“I’m scared Isabella and I probably shouldn’t be saying that because you’re probably scared too, but I want you to know that I’ll be with you all through the way,” He said, and I felt comforted. That was what I wanted to hear, I needed to hear that and I felt better knowing I had him.
“Thank you, love,” I smiled at him and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you for choosing to live,” he said.
“Thank you for making me choose to live,” we both chuckled.
“You need to rest love, I made hot soup for you, I’ll bring it here, then you take your medicine,” I told him already leaving the room.
“Yes ma’am,”.
*Surgery day*
A week had gone by and Tristan was by myself when I shared the news with my parents. I told them. Everything including our marriage and like always everyone cried. Mom fainted from the news and I got so scared that I wished I hadn’t said it. But the truth was, it was important they know. They needed to be aware of it too.
Tristan made arrangements for me to be treated in the best hospital, with the best doctors too. He went all out for me, making sure my parents and friends were with me. Aunty Diane was here too, but Grandfather wasn’t here. Neither was Mr. George here, considering he had me followed and was the one who told Tristan about my illness.
Right now we were in my hospital ward and everyone present was in the room with me, a few tearing up, while others were strong for me.
“We love you Bells,” El and Gerald said and I chuckled stopping myself from crying.
“You come out strong baby,” Mom gave my hand a little squeeze.
“Fight to live baby girl, we are all waiting for you,” Dad said to me and a tear slid down my cheeks, while I nodded and forced a smile on my lips.
“You better be fine girl,” Ava said tears dropping from her eyes, and I could already feel myself almost crying.
“I love you, Isabella,” Amelia said to me and squeezed my hand trying not to cry in front of me.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
“Hey, I’ll see you soon okay,” Micah said and another year dropped from my eyes.
“I’ll see you all soon,” I said audible so that everyone could be heard, they smiled while nodding their head still me.
“Come on let’s give the couple a little time alone,” Mom said dragging everyone out of the room, whip she winked at me, causing me to chuckle.
“Hey,” I smiled and watched him pull a chair close to my bed.
“Come here,” I said and he stood up and bent toward me, kissing me.
“Thank you, husband,” I joked as he sat down on the chair, but Tristan already had tears in his eyes.
“Love,” I held his hands and he was shaking vigorously.
“Tristan,” I looked at him, noticing the look of fear all over his face.
“I’m scared Isabella,” His lips quivered as he said it.
“I’m terrified,” he sniffed in, but a tear rolled down his cheeks, and it broke my heart to see him this way.
“You are Tristan Dominic, you have no fear,” I told him strongly holding his hands.
“You are not scared, you are not afraid, you are not weak,” I added still holding him.
“You lie muffin, I fear something,” He paused staring at the floor.
“I fear losing you than getting into an accident, I fear living in a world without you,” He looked at me, tears filling his face.
“So don’t you dare die or me, else I’ll die with you,” He looked at me sternly.
“Hell, I would die for you if I could Isabella,” Hot tears streamed down my eyes as he said that, and kissed my hands.
“So don’t die, else I’ll hate you, I’ll curse you out,” He stated and my lips quivered while more tears rolled from my eyes.
“So you do everything and fight to live, fight to breathe, until I can hold your hands again muffin,” He poured out in tears.
“Tristan,” My heart ached. I felt so overwhelmed as I cried out staring at me.
“Shhh,” He placed his fingers on my lips, stopping me from saying what I intended to say.
“I’ll be here when it’s over. I’ll be waiting for you, however long it takes,” He kissed my forehead.
“I love you muffin,” he kissed my lips and used his thumb to clean my eyes.
“I love you so much,” He added smiling at me.
“I,” He placed his index finger on my lips stopping me from saying it.
“Tell me when we see soon,” He said.
“Promise to say it back to me,” He looked at me, sternly.
“I promise to say it back,” He smiled at my reply.
“Good girl,” He said and I chuckled.
“I’ll see you soon,” He gave me one quick kiss and pulled away.
“I’ll see you soon,” I said to him when the nurses rushed in and drove me out of my room to the emergency ward…