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going back 'home'

After we ate mom decided it was time for her to go.
"Bye sweetheart, I can't to see you tomorrow. I will have more pictures and videos to show you" she said.
"Okay mom, I look forward to it" I said as I gave her an goodbye hug. I was sad to see her leave but I knew visiting hours would be over.
"Bye Elliot" she said.
"Bye mom, I lov- and she's gone. She did not even let me finish my sentence" he said.
"Alright liv I gotta go back to work. Elliot will stay here and look out for you" Don said.
"Okay. Why does he have to watch me? I'm not a baby. And I certainly do not need a babysitter" I said. I'm quite pissed.
"Liv, can we talk about this later" he said walking out the door.
"Okay" I said. I'm way too tired to fight.
Elliot went over to make the hospital chair into some kind of bed.
"Come here and lay beside me. I dont want you sleepimg in that hard ass chair" I said and we both slightly chuckled. He came over and layed beside of me. After a while he turned on the tv. He was surfing through the channels. Then the news came on. He was quick to skip it.
"Switch it back to the news" I said with curiosity. He looked at me. I saw tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. He didnt say anything he slowly turned back on the news.
I realize why he didn't want me to see it. The headline said 'Manhunt for William Lewis'
The words made my stomach turn. He is still out there. I thought i was safe. I will never be safe as long as he is alive.Tears started rolling down my face uncontrollably. I could not stop them. Elliot saw what was happening and turned off the TV. He wiped the tears off my face. I buried my face into his chest. I just cried. Elliot didn't seem to mind that I was getting his shirt wet. He ran his fingers through my hair.
I looked back up at him. With my tears still spilling everywhere. I looked at in the eyes and said
"I wanna die". It was a blunt statement.
"Don't say that Liv. I can't live without you. If you die, so will I". He said.
This time I buried my face farther into his chest. I just cried and cried. I hated being the victim. Being looked at differently. Elliot never did look at me different though. He always just seemed to be able to see me, not the victim behind the curtain of disappointment, of tears, of lost, of no hope. He just saw me. I was thankful to be able to be around someone who just saw me, and nothing else.
I heard the door open but I didn't look. My eyes started getting heavy and heavier. Then all of a sudden everything was black.

Who is the person that walked through the door? Read on to find out.