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."

sharp like daggers. "Get that thought out of your head. That's not happening!

slammed shut

words, and continued to apply the ice pack to

she knew a hospital visit was

too much pain. A blood test was first on the

morning, Gilbert returned to the

he heard faint groaning from the bed -

pain, her elbow even more

far; he couldn't let her continue like

he scooped her up.

"I'm not going!"

broke out in a cold sweat from the shock, but physically, was

whet I out of the room.

pleaded with him, "Aren't

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the office? Look,

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was off.

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thought ignited a firestorm of anger

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his composure, Gilbert carried her downstairs, "Wait here,