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.

was there for Caroline, who had been brought to the hospital along

situation. "Sherilyn, please stay

"Sure, Fran."

watched him go over

been

for her to worry

her place to be

down again, leaning back and closing her

knew it, she

felt

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning at Charles calling

Could Sherilyn really have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in surgery, how could she rest? Wasn't

suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

shook off her sleepiness and saw that the OR door was

talking to a doctor

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

Francis expressed his

got up and approached.

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

nodded and

VIP ward.