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.

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

the situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for Gilbert. I need to

"Sure, Fran."

and watched him go over to

been heavy

for her

place

lowered her gaze and sat down again,

she was drifting

felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

opened her eyes, frowning

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

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

sleepiness and saw that the OR door was indeed

there, talking to

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

you," Francis expressed his

up and approached.

"Gilbert's being

nodded and followed

VIP ward.