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AT THE SAME TIME XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW: I leaned back into the pillows, exhaustion pulling at me, but something about Isabella wasn’t right. Her hand rested on my arm, cold and trembling. I turned to look at her, and my chest tightened. Her face was pale too pale and her eyes seemed unfocused, darting around the room as though she couldn’t concentrate. Her lips, usually so full of color, were almost white. "Isabella." I said, my voice sharp with concern. "Are you okay?" She blinked slowly, her movements sluggish, and tried to nod. "I’m fine." She murmured, but her voice was weak, barely above a whisper. "You’re not fine." I said, my worry spiking. "You’re-" Before I could finish, her knees buckled. Time seemed to slow as she crumpled to the floor, her hand slipping away from mine.