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.

hospital along with Gilbert. She was the center of tonight's drama,

situation. "Sherilyn, please stay

"Sure, Fran."

and watched

the worry that had been heavy on

for her

wasn't her place to be

lowered her gaze and sat down again, leaning back and closing

it, she was

felt

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning at

looked both shocked and puzzled. Could Sherilyn really have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in surgery, how

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his

"Oh, okay."

shook off her sleepiness and saw that the OR door was indeed

to

a ward soon, don't worry.

you," Francis expressed

up and

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

nodded and followed

VIP ward.