Ella was discharged the day after. Peter drove them to their home. Silva wanted to help carry her in, but she refused on the grounds that she wasn't a little kid.
He allowed her to rest while he sat in the parlour; his phone rested on his side while he watched TV, and then it rang, a call from Riker.
He knew what it was about, but he wasn't leaving Ella alone, so he picked up the call to tell him off.
"Hello, Silva, good day," Riker greeted.
"Yeah, good day." Silva returned the greeting, but there was a flat tone to his voice; he couldn't care less about what Riker had to say.
"I got word of what happened yesterday, your sister and all, and I'm really sorry about that. I'd love to call off the discussion we had yesterday, but something has come up and I need your help still."
"Whatever it is you want, I can't give it to you, so please, leave me be for now. I want to take care of my sister." Silva said; he was about to cut the call.
