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.

Caroline, who had been brought to the hospital along with Gilbert. She was the center of

stay here for Gilbert. I need to

"Sure, Fran."

stood up and watched him go over

had been heavy

was there for

her place to be

gaze and sat down again, leaning back

it, she was drifting off to

what felt like

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

eyes, frowning at Charles calling

Sherilyn really have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his annoyance. "Mr.

"Oh, okay."

and saw that the OR door was indeed

there, talking to a

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

you," Francis expressed his

got up and

"Gilbert's being moved

nodded and

VIP ward.