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."

daggers. "Get that thought out of your head. That's not happening! If you don't want to go to the hospital,

shut with a

to herself, not bothering with his words, and continued to apply

she knew a

test was first

morning, Gilbert returned to the master

walk-in closet, he heard faint groaning

pain,

too far; he couldn't let her continue

he scooped her up.

"I'm not going!"

in a cold sweat from the shock,

him and whet

pleaded with him, "Aren't you supposed

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office? Look,

don't have work this morning

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was off.

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ignited a firestorm of

I'll take you to the hospital

composure, Gilbert carried her downstairs, "Wait here, I'll get