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.

Charles immediately offered to drive

concern; he was worried she might

left, Gilbert had

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

Golden Oak Manor, the help was already

Sherilyn left, taking with her the baked apples Mr.

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

visibly

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

walked in, carrying

"Sherilyn!"

back quickly. She walked over to the bed and checked

and 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 staying hydrated."

"Oh, right."

apples are ready, want some?" His eyes lit up, lips curving into a

returned with the baked apples, placing them

"Great."

lifted the top off the

voice his concern, instead scooping a spoonful

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