Elsewhere.
Rosemary was visiting Joyce, Mya, and Edith in the hospital.
They were each in separate rooms.
"Hey, Rose," Barry looked up, his smile as bright as the morning sun. "Feeling any better?"
"How are you holding up, Rose?" Joyce, perched on the edge of her hospital bed, chimed in with genuine concern.
"I'm fine." Rosemary set a basket of apples on the table, her eyes briefly landing on the bowl of oatmeal in Barry's hands. "What's Joyce eating?"
"I tried whipping up some nutritious oatmeal I found online. It's not much to look at." Barry chuckled, a little embarrassed.
Joyce added with a smile, "But it tastes pretty good."
Rosemary saw the love in their eyes for each other and her lips curved in a gentle smile. "How's your neck, still sore?"
"Not at all," Joyce beamed.
"And your arm?"
"That's all better too."
"I ate the fruit you sent over to my place; it was sweet and really delicious."