CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ELEVEN - SHE IS AWAKE.

Isabella walked into the intensive care unit where her mother was staying, carrying a bag with her. Her eyes sweep the room, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the busy ward. The room was brightly lit, with large windows allowing a glimpse into the night sky, while the steady hum of the air conditioning system provided a constant background noise. Rows of hospital beds filled the space, and she slowly approached her mother's surrounded by a plethora of medical equipment that beeped, whirred, and blinked with a relentless rhythm. Intravenous lines hung from a pile beside her hospital bed, delivering life-sustaining fluids and medications, while monitors displayed her vital signs in a mesmerizing dance of numbers and graphs. Isabella sat on the fold-out bed that had provided for her to be able to stay with her mother overnight, if she wanted to. She smiled at some of the nurses and doctors moving between the beds, their footsteps muffled by the soft