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

understood his concern; he was worried she might not come back. "I

they left, Gilbert had fallen

way back to Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn called the part-time

at Golden Oak Manor, the help was already busy with

together, Sherilyn left, taking with

the hospital, Gilbert had just woken up, the

was visibly restless for

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

walked in, carrying a tote

"Sherilyn!"

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

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

"Oh, right."

ready, want some?" His eyes lit up, lips

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

"Great."

the top off the apple, his

didn't voice his concern, instead scooping

at Sherilyn, "This isn't your recipe,