The Rise of Lucas

Chapter 70

The hospital halls rang with the faint shuffling of footfall as Lucas made his way to Isabella's room, a habit that had become a vital part of his daily routine. Each visit had a delicate mix of worry, optimism, and an unspoken bond that had formed in the wake of the catastrophe.

The aroma of antiseptic remained in the air, a continuous reminder of the sterile atmosphere that had seen Isabella's road to recovery.

As Lucas neared the door of Isabella's room, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of eagerness. The constant beeping of the monitors within provided as a reassurance—a symphony of vital signals that portrayed a picture of ongoing recovery. With a slight push, the door slid wide, showing the tranquil interior where Isabella lay, a tribute to the persistence of the human spirit.

Isabella lay on the hospital bed, her eyes following the patterns of sunshine seeping through the curtains. The delicate rustling of the hospital gown appeared to accord with the muted songs playing in