Chapter 37

Isabella’s POV The fluorescent light settled above my head as I stood in front of the Intensive Care Unit. Inside was Alan, unconscious and lying on the bed with machines around him. His body looked weak, and beside him was Miss Joanna. I just arrived, and the first thing I saw was the poor condition of the boy who just wanted a family and a simple life. Seeing him like that breaks my heart even more. Miss Joanna caught my gaze. Her tired gaze locked with mine as she walked out of the ICU wearing protective equipment. She removed the mask and held my hand. “Belly…” I inhaled sharply. “I had to come here and see him.” She nodded. “He’s stable for now, but…” I don’t want to hear it as much as she doesn’t want to say it. Miss Joanna stared at Alan in bed. “It’s expensive, Belly. The room, the machines, the tests. We don’t have money for this, but we also don’t want to lose him. He’s a good kid. He’s sweet and he has dreams.” I swallowed hard. “There’s no reason for us to give up on him, M