Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Padding across the hospital room in her fuzzy socks, Sherilyn took small, cautious steps to the side of the bed. She placed her pillow beside Gilbert's and then, carefully, climbed onto the bed to lie down next

to him.

She glanced up at him. "I didn't bump into you, did I?"

"...No!" Gilbert snapped back to reality, his response firm and clear.

"Good."

Reaching for the remote on the nightstand, Sherilyn turned on the TV mounted across from the bed. There wasn't much else to do, and staring into each other's eyes would just be awkward.

"What do you feel like watching?" she asked, wanting to pick something they could both enjoy.

"Anything's fine."

Gilbert was always easygoing with Sherilyn, especially now when he was over the moon just to be near her.

"Pick whatever you like. I'm here with you."

"Alright."

Flipping through channels, Sherilyn settled on a lively variety show. Serious programs or news just couldn't hold her attention with her mind in such a mess.

"Let's watch this."

he

up instantly. "Watch your wounds.

insisting, "I just want to hold you." He sounded almost pitiful. "It's been days since I've

be, guessing this might happen when she decided to

boldly pressed his cheek against hers. Wanting more, he nuzzled

that," Sherilyn snapped, slightly annoyed, "If you keep it up,

filled with a plaintive tone. "I'm not doing anything wrong. I just miss

gave him a meaningful

bear with it for now. If you end up uncomfortable later, that's on you. Why

Gilbert was left speechless.

He felt rejected!

me. My wounds will heal soon. I

Sherilyn's sake, he decided

to his youth and

four or five days, his wounds

clothes, Sherilyn muttered something

to worry about?" Gilbert didn't mind at all, "It's just

paused, then shook her

back. To him, scars really weren't a

from? Could they be related

Francis was driving to

tonight, as Sylvia wasn't feeling well

suddenly, a