Chapter Forty One In the middle of the meal, Isabelle got up and ran from the table. I watched her run off, towards the washroom. "I'll go talk to her." I said, before running after her. When I opened the door to the girls washroom, there was no one in there, but one of the stall doors were closed. I knocked on it lightly. "What?" I heard a hoarse voice say from inside the stall. "You okay Bella?" I asked. "No." "What's wrong." "I'm so sick!" She exclaimed, and I heard the toilet flush. The door opened, and her face was paler than usual. "You look horrible. You have to get to the doctor, come on." I took her hand, and we went back to the table where everyone was. "She's sick. I think she should go to the hospital." "I can take her." Louis says. *Louis' POV* I wrapped my arm around Isabelle so we could go to my car, but the second we stepped outside we were bombarded by paparazzo. I pushed through them until we got to my car and immediately drove off to the hospital. I gave I! sabelle a paper bag and she barfed in it more than once on the way to the hospital. When we got there, they lead us into a room. When we went in, the doctor did a few tests on Isabelle to see what's wrong. Afterwards, he asked us a few questions. "Are you two dating?" He asked us. "Yes." Isabelle smiled, squeezing my hand. "How long?" "A couple of weeks." "And how old are you two?" "I'm 18, and he's 20." Isabelle told him. "Well, I have some news. It can be taken as either good, or bad." "Continue ...
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