Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn lay sprawled on the floor, consciousness hanging by a thread, her body devoid of strength, unable to speak or move.

Lost in thought, she noticed someone coming in. It was the cleaning lady.

"Huh? The lights are on?"

The cleaning lady entered the living room.

She had left her phone behind earlier and had come back to retrieve it, only to find Sherilyn on the ground.

"Ms. Gomez?" The cleaning lady paused, then quickly realized something was wrong.

She hurried over, shouting, "Ms. Gomez!"

Crouching down, she lifted Sherilyn, her face pale and eyes shut tight, panic setting in, "Ms. Gomez, what's wrong? Ms. Gomez, wake up!"

What to do now? Especially with Mr. Gilbert not home!

Right, call the ambulance! And she needed to alert the security guard so they could let the ambulance in!

It was just past five in the morning when Gilbert left the Platinum Pearl Club.

Driving back to Golden Oak Manor, reeking of booze, planning to shower, change, and maybe catch some sleep.

As he passed the community gate, the security guard gave him a look, "Mr. Gilbert, you're back?"

Gilbert nodded, not

guard, trying to be helpful, added, "Mr. Gilbert, is Ms. Gomez alright?

paused, his gaze sharpening, "What do you mean?

guard internally rolled his eyes. Gilbert always referred to Ms. Gomez as his wife, yet she corrected him every time.... Were they

wife was taken to the hospital

and had headed straight

darkened.

was taken aback. He really didn't

which hospital was my wife taken to!" Gilbert demanded, his handsome face clouded

"Ironforge General..."

a screech, Gilbert's car made a sharp U-turn, sparks flying

At the hospital.

had just woken up

"Dr. Neil, it's me."

who had prescribed

the events of the previous night, "...that's

the other end, Dr. Neil

reaction was quite severe. If you don't

medication."

then replied, "We'll see,

held her phone,

you want something, the

could be