Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Slowly, Rebecca truly calmed down.

Francis, with a slight curve on his lips, held her hand tightly and never let go...

As dawn broke, Francis left the Southern District Sanatorium.

He didn't head straight back to the Johnson Mansion but instead went to see a psychologist to inquire about somnambulism.

"It's like this..."

The doctor said, "If the somnambulism is mild, paying attention to diet and rest, self-regulation and improvement are possible, and medication can be complemented if appropriate. If it's severe, psychological counseling might be needed. Mr. Francis, which category does the patient you mentioned fall into?"

This...

Francis hesitated, shaking his head. He had only just found out that Rebecca had somnambulism; he knew nothing else about her condition.

The doctor continued, "Would it be possible for the patient to come in themselves?"

Francis shook his head again; he wasn't sure if Rebecca was even aware of her condition.

If he were to bring her in, what reason could he possibly give? After all, he was nobody special to her.

The doctor had no choice but to suggest, "How about I prescribe some medication for now, and you continue to observe her?"

This was something Francis could do.

Rebecca was staying at the Southern District Sanatorium, which made observation convenient.

start with

"Very well, Mr. Francis."

...

woke up, feeling

White, you're awake." The nurse helped her sit up, "Feeling

"Why wouldn't I feel

White." The nurse looked surprised, "You don't remember what happened

her head, even more

at the silent Francis,

his gesture,

ve

to the bathroom. I came to assist you, but as soon as

patted her chest

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her temples, "I at I fainted?

at all...

frowned, murmuring

been quite healthy, hardly ever getting up in the middle of the

glanced

to the

help you up.

"Okay..."

silently contemplative. It seemed Rebecca was unaware