CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - A VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL.

As she stepped into the hospital, the sterile white walls and the unmistakable scent of antiseptic immediately assaulted her senses. The bright fluorescent lights overhead created a harsh, clinical atmosphere, adding to the sense of unease that had been building inside her since she arrived. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallways, mingling with the low hum of machinery and hushed voices. The occasional beep of a monitor or the distant wail of an alarm only added to the tension in the air. The feeling of dread intensified as she moved down the hallways of the hospital. The sight of people in lab coats and scrubs only served to remind her of the fragility of life, and the knowledge that illness and death lurked in these walls. Isabella found herself holding her breath as she passed each room, fearful of what she might see or hear. She couldn't shake the feeling that this place was a living, breathing entity, waiting to swallow her whole. Maybe because she always had tha