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."

leaned back against her pillow, reaching out into the air, "Where

back, her voice breaking

settling in her heart. She reached

"My eyes..."

hand, unsure of

quivered. "Am I blind? Sherilyn? Tell me, am I

unable

was answer

shook, confirming her worst

Sherilyn tried to comfort her, "It might not be permanent, it's just... your eyes are very swollen

"Really?"

moved, tearing off the bandages, "Then let me

"Rebecca!"

her eyes, clung to Sherilyn's hand and cried, "Sherilyn,

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

"Rebecca!"

Francis entered. Rebecca

please, you have to help me,

Adam's apple bobbing as he barely

a swift chop to

eyelids drooped, her

a sound, Francis caught her, cradling her

"Francis..."

"Lift the covers."

"Okay."