Arora pushed Kelvin back gently, palms warm against his trembling shoulders.
"Okay. You take rest, brother."
Her voice softened in a way it never did in the headquarters. It was the voice she had forgotten she still had — the sister's voice, the one she buried years ago under steel and shadows.
She paused, her gaze drifting down.
For the first time in months, she really looked at him.
Kelvin's body…
It wasn't the body of the man she knew.
He looked thinner.
Fragile.
Bones sharper under the skin.
Cheeks slightly hollow.
Hands weaker.
It struck her like a punch.
He looked like someone who had been fighting a battle alone… and losing.
"Eat well," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady. "I don't want to see you like this when I come back."
Kelvin smiled weakly. His eyes—brown and gentle—shimmered under the hospital light.
"Okay," he whispered. Then suddenly, his expression shifted — urgency blooming through his tired gaze.
"Arora… can you check on Jennie?"
