Page 39 of Love and Loyalty
Izzy
Izzy’s world had been turned upside down with Drew’s injuries. She had done the surgeries herself saving Drew’s life twice. But the stress of it had almost killed her. Drew’s life had literally been in her hands, but she couldn’t have trusted anyone else with that.
Now Drew lay bedridden, and everything else seemed trivial in comparison. The weight of her fear of losing the love of her life, her soulmate, was crushing her.
As she sat by Drew's bedside, she couldn't shake off the feeling of mortality that had been haunting her. She had seen her life flash before her eyes multiple times, memories of their time together racing through her mind like a movie on fast-forward.
The thought of a future without Drew was unbearable, and Izzy felt like she was drowning in her despair. As she sat vigilantly beside Drew's hospital bed, she witnessed her health teeter on the brink of collapse.
She saw Drew's fierce determination to survive, her refusal to give up, and ultimately, her triumphant victory. But during those long, sleepless nights, Izzy couldn't help but confront thedarkest corners of her own fears. She wondered if she could continue serving in the unit without Drew by her side.
Would she find the strength to carry on, or would she abandon her duties and escape to a quiet village, seeking solace in a simpler life? The thought of a life without Drew's bright smile and her infectious laughter was a bleak one, leaving her questioning whether anything would ever make sense again.
Izzy was aware of the subtle glances and whispered conversations that followed her wherever she went. Her colleagues' curiosity was evident, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and fascination as they struggled to understand the depth of her devotion to Drew.
But she remained unfazed, her focus solely on the woman lying in the hospital bed. Drew's fragile health and uncertain future consumed her every waking moment, leaving no room for gossip or speculation. Nothing else mattered, not the rumors, stares, or judgments. Drew was her life, her utmost priority.
Aside from Drew's health, Izzy was also tormented by the weight of guilt that lingered from their last encounters before the injury. She couldn't shake off the haunting memories of their final moments together—the harsh words exchanged, unresolved tension, and unspoken regrets.
Izzy's mind raced with the unbearable thought that those might be the last words Drew ever heard from her.
She replayed their conversations, rehashing every detail, wondering if she had been too harsh, too distant, or too unforgiving. The possibility that Drew might not have the chance to see the depth of her love and devotion, that their last interactions might be forever frozen in time, was a burden she couldn't bear.
She felt consumed by the fear that she might never have the chance to make amends, to show Drew the true extent of her feelings, and to erase the pain of their last encounters.
The crushing weight of guilt and regret wrecked Izzy, leaving her with a deep sense of emotional turmoil. The only solace she found was in the fervent hope that Drew would recover and that she could find redemption by laying bare her heart.
Every time she sat beside Drew's hospital bed, Izzy poured out her soul, confessing her love with every breath, every whisper, and every tear. She needed her to know and truly understand the depth of her devotion, to erase the shadows of their past encounters.
With each declaration, Izzy sought to undo the hurt, to heal the wounds, and to rewrite their story. She longed for Drew to awaken, to meet her gaze, and to see the genuine love in her eyes.
In the stillness of the night, when the medical center's corridors were empty and the only sound was the soft beeping of machines, Izzy found solace in her whispered confessions. She'd sit beside Drew's bed, her voice barely audible, pouring out her heart and telling her everything she longed to say.
These secret declarations of love brought Izzy comfort, a sense of hope that Drew would one day awaken and know the truth. She yearned for the moment when she could gaze into Drew's eyes, her own shining with tears, and tell her face-to-face how much she loved her.
Izzy promised herself that she would cherish that moment, hold it close, and never let it slip away. She vowed to reveal her true feelings, speak the words she'd held back for so long, and assure Drew that her unwavering, unshakable love would never be traded for anything in the world.
General Jackson had summoned her to handle a high-stakes meeting. It was a complex supply operation, and the crew was gathered together.
With a deep breath, she outlined the plan, her voice clear and authoritative as she marshaled the crew's attention.
As the meeting progressed, she saw Lieutenant Lewis standing outside the operation center, pacing back and forth. She knew something was up; he wasn't the kind to leave the medical center without reason.
She called out to him, “Lewis? Come over here.”
As he approached, she couldn't help but notice the warm smile spreading across his face, a sight that filled her with relief.
Lately, the days had blended into a blur of worry and fear as she navigated the darkest moments of her life alongside Drew's health struggles. As he came closer, Izzy's curiosity was piqued, and she wondered what news could be behind his smile.
“Good afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel.”
“Is there something I should know about?” Her eyes scanned his.
“Yes, ma'am. Major Mitchell is awake. I just thought I should tell you myself.”
Izzy’s eyes widened in disbelief; Drew had not given up on her just yet.
“Hell yeah!” she cheered, then tried to calm herself down.