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

worried she might not come back.

they left, Gilbert had fallen asleep from the

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

the help was already busy

getting her things together, Sherilyn left, taking with her the baked apples Mr.

had just woken up, the nurse finishing up with his

visibly

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

escalate, Sherilyn walked in, carrying

"Sherilyn!"

walked over to the bed and checked Gilbert's forehead. "Still a bit warm,

injury, a post-operative fever was expected, lasting a couple of days. Sherilyn stood to pour him a glass of water, "Drink up, the doctor mentioned

"Oh, right."

the glass, asking, "Hungry now? The baked apples are ready, want

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

"Great."

the apple, his

his concern, instead scooping a spoonful

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