Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Bear with it, okay?"

Sherilyn was at a loss for words but patiently cooled the spoonful, "Here, this should be cool enough now."

"Okay." Gilbert opened his mouth to take a bite.

It wasn't hot anymore, but he was still dissatisfied, "This tastes terrible."

Sherilyn fought the urge to roll her eyes, "Just eat a little, will you? It's getting late and you haven't even started your morning treatment."

Gilbert stayed silent, just looking at her.

Sherilyn felt helpless, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want your homemade baked apples," Gilbert mumbled, pouting slightly.

"Alright," Sherilyn gave in like pacifying a child, "Finish your oatmeal, and I'll make you some this afternoon."

"Okay, fine."

Gilbert seemed finally content. After he finished eating and the nurse had administered his IV, Sherilyn prepared to head back to Golden Oak Manor.

It looked like she'd be spending a few days staying over at the hospital.

Even with a caregiver around, Gilbert only wanted her for every little thing, from fetching a glass of water to making tea.

she mentioned leaving, Charles immediately offered to drive

worried she might not come back. "I appreciate

Gilbert had fallen asleep from

Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn called the part-time help, "It's me. Could you buy some apples?

Golden Oak Manor, the help

together, Sherilyn left, taking with her

had just woken up, the nurse

visibly restless for

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

escalate, Sherilyn walked in, carrying a

"Sherilyn!"

her coat and came back quickly. She walked over to the bed and checked Gilbert's

stood to pour him a glass of water, "Drink

"Oh, right."

"Hungry now? The baked apples are ready, want some?" His eyes lit up, lips curving into a

the baked apples, placing them before him, "Here,

"Great."

top off the apple, his expression

he didn't voice his concern, instead scooping a spoonful into

he looked at Sherilyn, "This isn't your recipe,