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 his

instantly. "Watch your wounds. They

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

let him be, guessing this might happen

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

Sherilyn snapped, slightly annoyed, "If you keep it up, I'm getting off this

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

him a

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

Gilbert was left speechless.

He felt rejected!

"Just wait for me. My wounds will heal soon. I won't make you uncomfortable

sake, he decided to

to his youth

days, his wounds were healing nicely, though

clothes, Sherilyn muttered something about the

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

then shook her

scars on his back. To him, scars really weren't a big

scars... where did they come from? Could

the night deepened, Francis was driving to the hospital

tonight, as Sylvia wasn't feeling well and Caroline stayed home with the

intersection, suddenly, a figure dashed