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.

mentioned leaving, Charles immediately

she might not come

Gilbert had fallen

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

the help was already busy

together, Sherilyn left, taking with her the baked apples Mr. Johnson specifically asked

up, the nurse finishing up with his IV

was visibly restless for

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

irritation could escalate, Sherilyn walked

"Sherilyn!"

was talking, Sherilyn hung up her coat and came back quickly. She walked over to the bed and checked Gilbert's forehead.

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

"Oh, right."

want some?" His eyes lit up, lips curving into a smile, "Yes, of

baked apples, placing them before

"Great."

lifted the top off the apple,

didn't voice his concern, instead scooping

"This isn't your recipe,