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 could

up instantly. "Watch your wounds. They might

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

let him be, guessing this might happen when she decided to lie

Gilbert's affection deepened, and he boldly pressed his cheek against

"If you keep it up, I'm getting off this

a plaintive tone. "I'm not doing anything wrong.

him

end up uncomfortable later, that's

Gilbert was left speechless.

He felt rejected!

My wounds will heal soon. I won't make you

Sherilyn's sake, he decided

his youth and

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

clothes, Sherilyn muttered something

there to worry about?" Gilbert didn't mind at all, "It's just scars. Would you hold them against

then

scars on his back.

Could they

driving to the hospital to

was alone tonight, as Sylvia wasn't feeling well and Caroline

suddenly, a figure