"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

he was worried she might not come back. "I appreciate

had fallen

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

at Golden Oak Manor, the help was already busy with the

left, taking with her the

woken up, the nurse finishing up

visibly

finding

Sherilyn around, but beforet

could escalate, Sherilyn walked

"Sherilyn!"

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

was expected, lasting a couple of days. Sherilyn stood to pour him a glass

"Oh, right."

The baked apples are ready, want some?" His eyes lit up,

Sherilyn returned with the baked apples, placing

"Great."

off the apple,

concern, instead scooping a spoonful into his mouth,

Sherilyn, "This isn't

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