The world around Isabella turned into a blur, and the silence in the air became suffocating as she sat motionlessly in the waiting room, her eyes fixed on the door of the OR.
The sharp and sterile clean scent and antiseptic mixed with blood and tears stung Isabella's nostrils, suffocating her as fear clasped into her heart in a deadly grip, squeezing it painfully.
It had been half an hour since they had taken Nicholas away from her. It had been half an hour since she had been sitting here still. Half an hour of crying, pleading, praying to God to give Nicholas back to her.
After Isabella ensured that the twins were alright, Andrew reassured her that he would take care of them and call her the moment they woke up. With that reassurance, Isabella instantly rushed back to the waiting area, her heart pounding at the desperation of being near him.
