Isadora's pov
As Matamoros and I arrived at the hospital, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders. My body ached, my legs felt like jelly, and every step was a struggle, but despite my own pains, I had to be there for Eamon.
The hospital felt like a whirlwind of chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed past us, their faces etched with worry and confusion. I clung to Matamoros for support as we navigated the maze of corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.
And then, I saw Lisa. She stood at the entrance of Eamon's ward, her face a mask of concern. Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a shared grief that transcended our differences.
"Isadora," Lisa said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I'm glad you're he
