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."

closer until he could wrap

"Watch your wounds. They

Gilbert held her tighter, insisting, "I just want to hold you." He sounded almost pitiful. "It's been

might happen when she decided to lie next to

pressed his cheek against

Sherilyn snapped, slightly annoyed, "If you

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

gave him a meaningful

uncomfortable later, that's on you. Why should I suffer

Gilbert was left speechless.

He felt rejected!

me. My wounds will heal

he decided

his youth and

five days, his wounds were healing nicely, though they might leave scars due to

his clothes, Sherilyn muttered something about the

mind at all, "It's just scars. Would you

then

back. To him, scars really weren't

did they come from? Could they be related

Francis was driving to the hospital to visit

alone tonight, as Sylvia wasn't feeling

car approached an intersection, suddenly, a