Sierra's POV
Jackson and Arthur strode into my ward, both hands in their pockets. “How are you feeling, sis?” Jackson asked.
I gave him a warm smile with a nod before turning to Arthur, who was now seated. “Where did you go?” I asked.
They both exchanged a look before Jackson leaned on the hospital bed. “Visiting Elvis,” he said.
I frowned, trying to understand what he meant by that. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“Elvis just got admitted.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. I tried to get up, but Arthur held me down. “Let go. What's wrong with my son? I need to see him.” I tried to pull my hand out of Arthur's grip.
“Elvis is fine. He just needs rest,” Arthur said.
I shook my head. “I need to see him,” I said, trying to take off the IV drip in my hand.
Arthur held my hand. “You'll se
