Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The doors of the emergency room swung open, and the doctor emerged.

Francis immediately approached, "How's my brother?"

"Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert needs to be taken to surgery immediately. He has too many injuries. The ER isn't equipped to handle this."

Sherilyn's heart sank.

"Alright," Francis nodded, decisive. "I'll sign whatever you need. Just hurry."

"Of course, Mr. Francis."

After the paperwork was finished, Gilbert was wheeled straight from the ER to the OR, without Francis and Sherilyn getting a chance to see him.

They took a seat side by side on the bench outside the OR.

"Don't worry."

Francis patted Sherilyn's shoulder. "Gilbert will be fine. The doctor said he's badly hurt, but none of it's fatal."

"Yeah." Sherilyn clenched her fists. "I know, Fran. I'm not scared."

Medical science was advanced; Francis wouldn't let anything happen to his brother.

Soon, Sawyer showed up.

the hospital along with Gilbert.

the situation. "Sherilyn, please stay

"Sure, Fran."

watched him go over

worry that had been heavy on her

there for her

her place to be

down again,

knew it, she was drifting off to

what felt

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

eyes, frowning at Charles

looked both shocked and puzzled. Could Sherilyn really have fallen asleep?

suppressing

"Oh, okay."

saw that the OR door was indeed

there, talking to a doctor about

be moved to a ward soon, don't worry. Everything's fine," the doctor

Francis expressed his

got up

"Gilbert's being

Sherilyn nodded and followed

VIP ward.