Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After several days of relentless rain and snow, the sun finally decided to show up early this morning.

Rebecca, having finished her breakfast, lounged by the window, soaking in the view outside.

With the festive season just around the corner, the usually tranquil Southern District Sanatorium seemed even more deserted these past few days. However, today, the yard buzzed with unusual liveliness, faint laughter reaching her ears. "Ms. White," the nurse approached, handing her a glass of water, "Drink some water."

"Thank you." Rebecca took the glass and asked, "What's going on in the yard? Sounds lively."

"People are flying kites. The weather's nice today."

Glancing at the bright sunshine outside, the nurse suggested, "Ms. White, how about we go out for some fresh air?"

Ever since her accident in the water, she had confined herself indoors, and i t was indeed time to breathe some fresh air. "Is that okay?"

The thought excited Rebecca, but the fear of another accident lingered, "I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble."

"It's fine."

The nurse seemed more confident than she was, "We'll just stay in the yard, won't go far. This time, I'll have you arm-in-arm, won't let go, haha!"

Rebecca chuckled, "Alright."

"Let's go!"

Stepping outside, the laughter sounded even more lively.

like a lot

"Our yard is big, so folks from other

"Sounds fun."

nurse asked, "Ms. White, would you like to fly

we?" Rebecca seemed intrigued, "We don't have

over there." The nurse looped her arm, "Let's go get

"Sure."

hurried over and got a

in hand, the nurse grew excited, "How do we fly

"You don't know

laughing at herself, "Got caught up in

had taught her. But

"I'll try."

out in front of

Mr. Francis...

silently passing

recognizing the voice. Since losing her sight,

"Are you the gentleman who saved me

man

thanked me

it