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.

leaving, Charles immediately offered to

she might

they left, Gilbert had fallen

part-time help, "It's me. Could you buy some apples? Yes... bake

Oak Manor, the help

getting her things together, Sherilyn left, taking with her the baked

had just woken up, the nurse

was visibly restless

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

irritation could escalate, Sherilyn walked in,

"Sherilyn!"

Sherilyn hung up her coat and came back quickly. She walked over to

a couple of days. Sherilyn stood to pour him a glass of water, "Drink up,

"Oh, right."

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

returned with the baked apples, placing them before him, "Here, still

"Great."

off the apple, his

his concern, instead scooping a spoonful into

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