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 tonight's drama,

got up, understanding the situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for Gilbert. I need to check on

"Sure, Fran."

watched him go

been

there for her

place to

her gaze and sat down again,

she knew it, she was drifting

what felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

frowning

have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

and saw

talking to

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

you," Francis expressed

got up

her sleepily and frowned. "Gilbert's being moved

Sherilyn nodded and followed

VIP ward.