Isabel froze in place, her hands still trembling from where she had just pulled the IV from her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Isaac, wide-eyed and stunned.

"Who are you?" he repeated, his voice flat, disinterested, almost robotic.

She blinked, chest heaving. "What? Isaac... it's me. It's Isabel."

His expression didn’t change. He looked at her like she was a stranger off the street.

The doctor stepped in immediately, placing a firm hand on Isabel’s shoulder. "We ...