𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Till the end of time

Isabella's POV

Beep... beep... beep... beep...

I slowly started to regain consciousness, the sound of the heart monitor filling the quiet room. My mind felt foggy, my body heavy.

I heard Deckard's voice, soft but full of urgency. "Izzy, can you hear me? Come back to me."

His hand found mine, warm and comforting. "I'm here, Isabella. I love you."

His words reached me through the haze, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. The bright white of the hospital room was blinding at first, but then I saw him—Deckard, standing there in a suit, his face full of concern. Owen was seated beside me, his head resting as if he'd been waiting for me to wake up.

I whispered, "Deck?"

Deckard's eyes softened, and his voice cracked with relief. "I'm here. God, I thought we lost you."

I managed a weak smile and said, "You can't get rid of me that easily." I tried to sit up, but the pain hit me like a wave, sharp and overwhelming. My whole body screamed in protest.

"Izzy, be careful. You're going to rip your stitches," Deckard warned, his voice filled with concern.

I relaxed back against the bed, the pain so intense that I could hardly breathe. Deckard saw it in my eyes—he knew what I was going through, and the guilt in his eyes was palpable.

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Isabella. I got you into this mess."

I looked up at him, shaking my head gently. "Look at me, Decks. This is not your fault. I love you. Nothing will change that. I love you, and I will always stand by you, no matter what."

Deckard's eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss my lips. I kissed him back, feeling the warmth and comfort of his touch. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I smiled, leaning into his embrace.

Owen, who must have woken up, couldn't help but tease us. "Aww, you guys are so cute together."

I smiled, and Deckard shot Owen an annoyed look.

I turned to Owen and said, "Thank you, Owen, for saving my life."

He grinned and stood up. "You did a great job, by the way. I'm glad you're safe."

I smiled back and gave him a hug, feeling immense gratitude toward him.

Deckard, always the protector, gave Owen a pointed look. "Owen, can you get Isabella some food?"

Owen nodded and left the room, and Deckard looked at me with a serious expression. "Owen thinks of you like a sister, though we already have one."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You have a sister?"

Deckard nodded. "Yep. We have a younger sister named Hattie. We haven't spoken to her in a long time, but I'll tell you all about it later."

I nodded, curious but not wanting to push him.

When Owen returned with food, we ate together. As we ate, Deckard and I told Owen about our family. I shared everything I could about my brother Jakob and the complicated history we had. It felt good to talk, to open up after everything that had happened.

After a while, the conversation slowed, and I started to feel the weight of exhaustion pressing on me. Deckard noticed immediately and gently told me, "Rest, Izzy." He kissed my head softly. "I'll be right here."

I didn't need any more encouragement. The pain and exhaustion were too much, and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.