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.

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

situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for Gilbert.

"Sure, Fran."

watched him go over

the worry that had been heavy on her heart

for

wasn't her place to be

down again, leaning

knew it, she was

felt like

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning at Charles calling

really have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in surgery, how

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

sleepiness and saw that the OR door was indeed

there, talking to a

soon, don't

you," Francis expressed

up and

and frowned. "Gilbert's being

Sherilyn nodded

VIP ward.