Isabelle's Point of View
"What!? Is something wrong?" Dan asked looking behind him worriedly. I shook my head. "You just scared me a little bit." I said in an almost whisper. "What was that?" Phil said and I flinched ready to be hit. "Belle, you need to tell us whats wrong. Do you wanna go talk in the apartment?" Dan asked. I nodded. He picked me up bridal style and brought me into his apartment. But the thing was, Im a 95 pound girl, and he carried me up 19 flights of stairs. He layed me on the couch. "I'll go make some tea and we can talk if you would like to. Would you like that?" I nodded my head, scared to talk.
My nose was itchy and I scratched it cause that what you do when your nose is itchy. But I let a small whimper at the sight of blood on my fingers. "Is everything alright in there?" Dan asked from the kitchen. He hurried into the room when I didn't reply. "Oh, my dear. Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up." He picked me up once again and brought me into the bathroom. He set me down on the counter and left to go get a wash cloth. When he came back, he wet the wash cloth with warm water and lightly dabbled it on my nose. "UM, Phil?" Dan called. "Yeah?" Phil asked coming into the bathroom. "Take a look at this." Dan said a little bit worried. "Oh God," Phil said. He whispered something in Dan's ear. "Alright. Come on Belle." Dan said. He picked me up AGAIN. He carried me down the stairs and put me into the car. Where were we going?