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

he was worried she might not come back.

left, Gilbert had fallen

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

Golden Oak Manor, the help was already

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

hospital, Gilbert had just woken up, the nurse finishing up with his

visibly

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

escalate, Sherilyn walked in, carrying a

"Sherilyn!"

coat and came back quickly. She walked over to the bed and checked Gilbert's forehead. "Still a

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

"Oh, right."

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

baked apples, placing them before him,

"Great."

off the apple, his expression

instead scooping a spoonful into

at Sherilyn, "This