Chapter 92
Isabel POV
The hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.
"Marissa? Miguel?" My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.
"I'm here," Marissa's voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.
"I'm fine," Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. "Isabel? Diego?"
I felt Diego's hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.
"I've got him," I whispered, relieved but on edge. "He's still here."
"What the hell just happened?" Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window's faint glow.