Brett helped Kaley while all the doctors and nurses rushed to Izabella, helping her onto the bed for emergency wound treatment.
Izabella's hand was bleeding profusely, the needle was nowhere to be found, and her hand was swollen. The blood flowing out seemed cold.
Kaley shivered in Brett's arms, still muttering that Izabella wanted to kill her.
She looked like she had just escaped death. Seeing this, Brett could only hold her even tighter and comfort her, "It's all good now, she wouldn't dare hurt you with me around."
Kaley leaned on him, listening to his heartbeat, and gradually calmed down.
As Brett patted Kaley's shoulder, his icy gaze shifted to the woman on the bed who was being held down by the nurses. After a moment, he noticed that something was off with Izabella.
Izabella was shaking intensely, her body as weak as a piece of falling leaf, but her hands clung to the nurse's sleeves with all her might, as if they were her last lifeline.
Her eyes were redder than before, and tears kept flowing.
Brett frowned, letting go of Kaley subconsciously and walking towards the bed.
Izabella caught a glimpse of Brett and suddenly screamed. Her voice, already hoarse, was full of sorrow and despair.
She kept backing away as if she saw a monster, even though her back was already against the wall.
The room was silent, except for Izabella's hoarse cries. She held her head with her hands clawing at her hair, like a lion in a fit of madness.
Brett picked up the IV tube from the floor. The calmer his face looked, the more flustered his heart felt. "What's wrong with her?"
No one answered him, but the expressions on the doctors and nurses told him everything.
"Get a sedative! Hold her down!"
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