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."

air, "Where are you? Why's

back, her voice breaking with

froze, sensing something was wrong, a chill settling in her heart. She reached up to feel her eyes,

"My eyes..."

her hand, unsure

I blind? Sherilyn?

up, unable to

silence was

shook, confirming

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

"Really?"

the bandages, "Then let me

"Rebecca!"

her eyes, clung to Sherilyn's hand and

a doctor, I have to see a doctor!" Rebecca stumbled out of bed, making a beeline for

"Rebecca!"

outside, and Francis entered. Rebecca froze, unable to see,

him, "Doctor, please, you have to help me, look at my

furrowed deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing as he barely

delivered a swift chop to the back of Rebecca's

drooped,

Francis caught her, cradling

"Francis..."

"Lift the covers."

"Okay."