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."

until he could wrap

up instantly. "Watch

held her tighter, insisting, "I just want to hold you." He

be, guessing this might happen when she

pressed his cheek against hers. Wanting more, he nuzzled

Sherilyn snapped, slightly annoyed, "If you

voice filled with a plaintive tone.

him

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

Gilbert was left speechless.

He felt rejected!

for me. My wounds will heal soon. I

he decided to

his youth

five days, his wounds were healing nicely, though they might

clothes, Sherilyn

didn't mind at all, "It's just scars. Would

then shook

his back. To him, scars really weren't

Could they be related to a kidnapping from

driving to the hospital to

wasn't feeling well and Caroline stayed

suddenly, a