Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 224

“No worries,” Caroline said, springing to her feet and dabbing at him with a towel. “Want some more?”

Francis shook his head, turning down another drink.

“Just wait here, okay?”

Turning around, Caroline fetched a clean shirt from the closet and propped up the head of the bed. Then, she began unbuttoning Francis‘ shirt, explaining, “It’s uncomfortable wearing wet clothes. Let’s get you into something dry.”

She didn’t call for a nurse, choosing instead to help him out of his wet shirt herself. She slipped one arm into the sleeve of the clean shirt. Next, her hands moved under Francis‘ armpits to button the shirt at his back, and with a determined bite of her lip, she counted, “One, two, three…”

With a heave, she helped him sit up, taking the opportunity to smooth the shirt down his back before slipping his other arm into its sleeve.

“There we go.” Flushed from the effort, Caroline buttoned up the shirt, chatting away, “I know you don’t like the nurses seeing you like this. It’s okay when it’s just me, right? See, I can manage just fine on my own.”

Francis‘ eyes drooped as he gazed at her.

Caroline hurt her years

sense.

to be doing alright,” Edgar said, raising his hand to

door.

“Come in.”

go in.”

“Okay, sure.”

sitting by the bed, clipping Francis‘

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in time; he’s awake. Have a seat.” She gestured to the chairs across from them.

“Alright.”

things he had brought. Sherilyn closely observed Francis. Objectively, he looked much better than her last visit; his hair was neatly trimmed, and

hand cream and began massaging it into his hands, their fingers intertwining. Smiling at Francis, she said, “This will keep your hands from getting dry. Feel better?”

blinked in agreement.