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. She was the center of

please stay here for Gilbert. I need to check on

"Sure, Fran."

stood up and watched him go over to

worry that had been heavy on her heart

there for her to

place to be

down again, leaning back and closing

she knew it, she

what felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning at Charles

and puzzled. Could Sherilyn really have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in surgery, how could she rest?

suppressing his annoyance. "Mr.

"Oh, okay."

shook off her sleepiness and saw that the OR door was

was there, talking to a

soon, don't worry. Everything's fine,"

you," Francis

up and approached.

and frowned. "Gilbert's being moved to his room.

nodded

VIP ward.