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.

brought to the hospital along with Gilbert. She was the

situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for Gilbert.

"Sure, Fran."

up and watched him go over

that had been heavy on her

for her to

wasn't her place

sat down again,

it, she was drifting off to

what felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning at Charles calling

Could Sherilyn really have fallen asleep? With

suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

saw that

talking to

be moved to a ward soon, don't worry. Everything's

Francis expressed his

got up and

her sleepily and frowned. "Gilbert's being moved to his

Sherilyn nodded and followed

VIP ward.