Elizabeth Forster watched as the drip in the IV bag slowly decreased, her eyelids growing heavier by the moment. She still held her phone in her hand, but eventually, she drifted off into a deep, restless sleep, her brow furrowed even in slumber.When she woke up, it was already night. The room's light had been turned on at some point, and the darkness outside the window was profound. The flowers she had brought with her were still neatly arranged on the shelf. Pinching herself to confirm that she wasn't dreaming, she felt a sharp pain, confirming her reality. The ward was empty, and a sense of disappointment filled her eyes.Her phone had slipped from her hand and fallen to the floor. Struggling to get up, she picked it up. It seemed the doctor had just come in and removed the IV, leaving only a small puncture mark on her hand. She had been back for some time, but Pete Melville hadn't shown up, which made her feel even more disheartened.She opened her phone, but there were no mess
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