Isabella absolutely hated when her mother started talking that way. It wasn't because it was pessimistic, but more so because it was the truth and everyone knew it. "I still don't like you talking like that," she finally said and Lysette gave her a soft, motherly, loving look.
"I'm not getting better, Bell."
"I said I don't want you talking like that," her voice got louder in a way that she would never use on her mother in normal circumstances. She just couldn't - deal - with it. She spun on one heel to walk away from the bed
Lysette sighed and finally looked to Del which she gave a small smile. "I'm horribly tired and I think Isabella is too. How about you go find her someplace to rest? Maybe get her some dinner?"