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?"

not

guard, trying to be helpful, added, "Mr. Gilbert,

sharpening, "What do you mean? What happened to my

eyes. Gilbert always referred to Ms. Gomez as his wife, yet she corrected him every

said, "Your wife was taken to the hospital

already informed and had

expression darkened. "Which

The guard was taken

to!" Gilbert demanded, his handsome face

"Ironforge General..."

a sharp U-turn, sparks flying as it

At the hospital.

just woken up and immediately

"Dr. Neil, it's me."

one who had prescribed

phone, she recounted the events of the previous night, "...that's what happened. I'm at the hospital

the other end, Dr. Neil

quite severe. If you don't conceive this time, I wouldn't

medication."

then replied, "We'll see,

held her phone, sighing

the harder it

voices could