Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After the last incident, he was careful not to exert too much force, avoiding causing her any more pain. He could see it clearly; Sherilyn's elbow had swollen up, bulging into a noticeable bump.

And she still wouldn't see a doctor?

Showing more patience than usual, Gilbert spoke in a deep voice. "Get up, we're going to the hospital."

He had thought about just picking her up and going, but he feared her resistance might worsen her injury.

"What?" Sherilyn paused, "Didn't I say I'm not going?"

"Not going?" Gilbert's face darkened, his anger bubbling up, "You think that pathetic ice pack is going to do anything?"

"I don't know," Sherilyn admitted, "Might as well try... maybe it'll work."

What kind of logic was that?

Gilbert was not known for his patience, and after holding it in all this way, he finally burst out.

"Sherilyn, who are you being so stubborn for? Because I had a fallout with Edgar, you want to suffer with him? Is that it?"

Sherilyn was taken aback. What was he even saying?

"Or is it that..."

The words that followed were harsh and unfiltered, bursting out from Gilbert's mouth, "You want Edgar to take you to the hospital? Is that it?"

Sherilyn was struck dumb, speechless with shock.

"Hmph."

disdain, his words sharp like daggers. "Get that thought out of your head. That's not happening! If you don't want to go to the hospital, then suffer!" With those

door slammed shut with a

words, and continued to apply the ice pack to her

she knew a

was in too much pain. A blood test was first on the

Gilbert returned to the master bedroom

closet, he heard faint groaning from the

Sherilyn wincing in pain, her elbow even more swollen than the night

was going too far; he couldn't

her injured elbow, he scooped her up. "We're going

"I'm not going!"

sweat from the shock, but

him and whet I out of the room.

she pleaded with him,

headin

the office? Look,

don't have work this morning

Gilbert narrowed

off.

him coming along

to do with

a firestorm of anger

take you to the hospital

his composure, Gilbert carried her downstairs,