She heard his words, but couldn't allow them to be true in her mind. He was a hallucination. Or she'd passed out from the pain and was imagining this. But his hand against her cheek certainly felt real. He looked real. And if she was passed out, there was no reason for her to continue to be hurting so badly. Her brown eyes welled up with tears and she studied his face, realizing what was so familiar about it before.
"Billy?" She asked, her voice cracking. It had been twelve years since she'd seen her eldest brother. Twelve years, most of which he'd been presumed dead. This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream.