Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Where's the watch? Hand it over!"

"Hmph."

With a scoff, the man reached into his coat pocket and, in a swift motion, drew out a switchblade, plunging it towards Edgar!

Then, he pushed Edgar to the ground with force and took off!

"Edgar!" Sherilyn arrived just in time to witness the scene.

Her face turned pale in an instant, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground beside Edgar. "Edgar! Where are you hurt?"

"It's nothing..."

Supporting his arm, Edgar looked towards Sherilyn, whose face was ashen, and gave her a weak smile. "Don't worry, it's just my arm. It's nothing serious." Nothing serious?

Blood was seeping through his fingers where he clutched his arm. How could this be 'nothing serious'?

"We need to get to the hospital now!" Sherilyn helped Edgar to his feet. "Come on, we have to go now!"

"Okay..." Edgar nodded, apologizing. "I'm sorry I couldn't get your watch back for you."

"At a time like this, you're worried about the watch?"

Sherilyn shook her head in disapproval. If she had known chasing after a watch would get Edgar hurt, she would have never pursued it.

here, get

"Alright."

...

to the theater, Gilbert received a call

be there

"I got here on time, but Ms. Sherilyn is nowhere to

I got it. I'll try

"Alright."

hanging up, Gilbert

David had said, there was no answer from Sherilyn. Was

Gilbert tried calling again, and this

"Hello?"

a sigh of relief, "I'm almost at the theater. Where are you? Have you come out? Which

Sherilyn responded, "I'm

a sinking feeling, "Then where did

"I'm at the hospital."

truth

on my way

Gilbert's face darkened

When

At the hospital.

supporting Edgar as

condition than they thought. The stab was deep, and there