The next day, Elliot showed up at the intensive care unit first thing in the morning.

Shea's mind turned cloudy after drinking the soup that Mrs. Scarlet made her the night before.

She felt drained and fell asleep.

When she woke up after a night of sleep, her eyes were lifeless.

That was until Elliot appeared.

"How are you feeling today, Shea? Does your head hurt?"

His gentle, familiar voice returned her emotions, and they gave her some facial expressions.

"Why isn't Avery coming to see me, Big Brother?" she asked dejectedly.

Elliot's brows furrowed slightly, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared.

"She won't come see you. Don't think about her or her children anymore, Shea."

She was even more upset now.

"None of you believe me… Avery spoke to me. She asked me a lot of questions…"

Elliot's heart ached at the sight of his sister's sickly complexion.

"It's not that I don't believe you. Perhaps she really did speak to you, but it was only in your dreams."

"Really?" Shea