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

"Watch your wounds.

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

might happen when she decided to lie

he boldly pressed his cheek against hers. Wanting more,

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

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

him

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

sake, he

to his

After a calm four or five days, his wounds were healing nicely,

his clothes, Sherilyn muttered something

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

paused, then shook her

back. To

they come from? Could they

was driving

tonight, as Sylvia wasn't feeling

car approached an intersection, suddenly,