Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Grateful in silence, Francis was truly a gem.

Just like always, whenever there was trouble, if he was around, he wouldn't just stand by.

Even though, he and Rebecca had only crossed paths a few times.

Last time, when Rebecca got hurt, it was Francis who stepped in to help.

With Francis there, Sherilyn felt a sense of stability, a calmness settled in her heart.

The emergency room doors swung open, and the doctor emerged.

"Doctor," Sherilyn approached, "how's my friend?"

The doctor frowned, looking troubled, "Everything else is manageable... but her eyes..."

After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "What about her family? For something this serious, nobody's come?"

Sherilyn was at a loss for words. How could she explain that Rebecca had been beaten by her own husband? "Let's proceed with the hospital admission."

"Alright, Doctor."

It was Francis who took care of the admission, securing a private room.

Rebecca lay in bed, bandages wrapped around her arms and torso, especially around her eyes...

The doctor said, Rebecca's eyesight might be gone for good!

"Sherilyn."

reaching out into the air, "Where are

back,

wrong, a chill settling in her heart. She reached up to

"My eyes..."

her hand, unsure of what to

blind? Sherilyn?

up, unable to give a

silence was

voice shook, confirming her worst fear, "I'm blind,

it's just... your eyes are

"Really?"

tearing off the bandages, "Then let me

"Rebecca!"

even open her eyes, clung

doctor, I have to see a doctor!" Rebecca stumbled

"Rebecca!"

Rebecca froze, unable to see, mistaking him

of him, "Doctor, please, you have to help me,

his Adam's apple bobbing as he barely uttered,

his hand, he delivered a swift chop to the

her eyelids drooped, her body

Francis caught her,

"Francis..."

"Lift the covers."

"Okay."