Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The sarcasm in her tone was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Seriously, you haven't eaten yet?" Sherilyn widened her hazel eyes in disbelief, blinking in confusion. "No way? Caroline came over first thing in the morning to see her 'savior' and she came empty-handed? Tsk tsk, that's really not cool of her."

Sarcasm? Two can play that game.

"Why are you yelling at me? Am I obligated to bring you breakfast? First off, you didn't get hurt for my sake, and second, I'm not your maid!"

"Sherilyn!"

Well, that shut Gilbert up good. His already pale complexion turned a shade of green as he flopped back onto the bed.

Gritting his teeth and with a huff, he said, "Fine, I'll just let it be! If I die, I die! It's not like anyone cares!"

He directed this last bit towards the nurse.

The nurse, standing awkwardly by the door, replied, "Ms. Gomez, we... we really can't do that. Maybe I should come back later?"

She quickly made her exit from the brewing storm.

After all, with someone as important as Mr. Gilbert in her care, the hospital couldn't afford to take any risks.

"Ms. Gomez." Before the door even closed, a caregiver hurried in.

With Gilbert hospitalized, the Johnson family naturally had hired a caregiver, who had just stepped out to have Gilbert's clothes sent for laundry.

The caregiver, a man in his forties, pointed towards the dining table, "Breakfast was delivered early, but Mr. Gilbert insisted he would only eat once you arrived. So..." Some people just can't stop causing drama.

nodded, sparing the caregiver any trouble. "You can go

"Sure, thanks."

at the man on the bed then walked over

a layer of natural sweetness, accompanied by some side

some oatmeal, it'll make the IV go

from her, silent and unresponsive as

a smirk, "Are you going to eat

Mr. Johnson remained motionless.

"Hmph."

"Enough with the drama. It's your body. If you want to starve yourself to death or cause some medical incident because you're fasting don't think it'll be me who feels

patience was wearing thin, "Eat or don't -

"Sherilyn!"

turning sharply while grabbing her

his expression dark and foreboding, "Are you trying

arguing, "Should I go get Caroline

deep and furious as he clenched his jaw, "You're the only one

him, feeling utterly indifferent. "So, are you going to eat

eat, I'll

at his wound in the process, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead from

no choice but to

the bowl and help him sit unet Cerly, propping him

pillows

back.

"There."

and scooped up a spoonful