FALLEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.

(Belle's Pov)

The tears continued to roll down my face, unable to hold them in. I believe I hadn't stopped crying since the very second they had taken Sam away. Disgust, shame, and complete ignorance playing on their face. 

"Take him to Isolation."

Mr Joan's had uttered, staring at me with stern eyes. I had hesitantly let go of Sam and tried my hardest not to break down in-front of him. Instead, I weakly held a stare with him, watching as Marco strode forward and tugged his arms behind his back, not hesitating to follow his boss's orders. 

The emotions I felt that moment were too intense and too strong to put into words. A single tear slipped down my face, my lips quivering into a frown. It had been three hours since I had last saw him. Yet, it felt like three years.

I was worried for him.

Last time I managed to sneak out and see how Sam was in 'isolation' (their punishment in other words) my heart was close to breaking. Seeing his figure, shiver, zoning off into space. 

Slowly, he'd begin to lose help.

A tear left my eye as I realized how wrong this all was for him. I felt guilty, stupid and as if it were all my fault. I swallowed a sob, a tugging feeling occurring to my heart. When it all suddenly felt perfect, it just had to mess up. Just, somehow.

I pursed my lips, as I dried a tear, my mind thinking off to the day I first stepped inside here. Ever since that very day - nothing has went right. The only source of happiness I managed to find, was from Sam and Daniel. 

And that made me realize... Was I really cut out to be a nurse? Or I was ignoring the fact I wasn't and only continued working as one because of them?

My stomach clenched as I thought it all over. 

The only good thing that had come out if it all was finding my love, Sam...and creating a special friendship with Daniel.

That was it. 

I enjoyed helping people. I liked being someone who was always there to talk to anyone about their problems and somehow advice them back onto a better path. Or simply to try and help their minds become a better, healthy place.

However, as much as I enjoyed doing that - I wasn't cut out for my surroundings. I wouldn't be able to live in an all male's prison, especially with all these obstacles being thrown my place. And now that Sam and I's, secret had been exposed - they would do anything to stop us from contacting one another.

They could even move him to another prison...and possibly fire me. 

A low breath left my lips as my heart tugged in sadness and pain.

There would only be one right thing to do in this situation.

The sudden sound of my phone beeping, caught my attention. I wiped my teary eyes, glancing down at my iPhone. Clearing my throat, I picked it up, seeing I had received a text message. It was from James. 

However, before I could open it, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. Daniel stood by my room door, looking at me with a sympathetic expression. 

"Is he okay?" The words flew from my lips. He sighed, shaking his head as the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"You're seriously funny, Belle." He softly chuckled, stepping further into the room, bringing along a first aid box. My brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what was amusing about our situation. 

"You're the one who's injured, yet you ask about him. He's fine, well, I think. I haven't seen him yet." He playfully rolled his eyes, grinning as he sat down beside me. I frowned, glancing down at my hand. The blood had dried up and I couldn't believe I had forgotten so soon about it. Although the pain was still faintly tingling, I was too busy worrying for Sam.