Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert's face darkened as he cut her off, his lips pressed into a thin line, the tension in his features betraying his displeasure.

"Not happy?" Sherilyn's eyebrows quirked up slightly. "Am I not speaking the truth? The one who should be upset about the wounds your sweetheart has suffered is her..." "Enough! Stop talking about sweethearts!"

Gilbert, struggling to contain his irritation, glared at her coldly. "How many times have I told you about Caroline? There's nothing between us. Last night was all about my brother..." "Really?"

Sherilyn chuckled, a sharp glint passing through her eyes. "Could it be, Mr. Gilbert, that you're in love without even realizing it?"

"Sherilyn..."

Knock, knock. The door to the hospital room opened.

A nurse entered, pushing a treatment cart. "Mr. Johnson, it's time for your afternoon IV."

Gilbert glared at Sherilyn, his face stormy, and remained silent.

"Thank you."

Sherilyn stepped back to give the nurse room to work. "Much appreciated."

"Not at all, Ms. Gomez, you're too kind."

nurse smiled, bent down, and started

need anything, just call us at the nurse's station or

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

the nurse gone, the room fell

that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly

earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down,

speaking, she yawned

of fatigue brimmed in her eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to

the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

night, I barely slept three hours. Then I had to rush to

was sitting down, sleepiness

bed, which was spacious enough for another person.

when the door opened

it

What was he doing here at a

Oh.

on the back of his

Mr. Gilbert's gaze was cutting right through

quickly speaking up. "I was wondering if Sherilyn wanted to go back and fetch some