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.

"Sounds like a lot of

from other yards

"Sounds fun."

White, would you like to fly a

"We

someone handing them out over there." The nurse looped her arm, "Let's

"Sure."

hurried over and got

in hand, the nurse grew

laughed, "You don't

shook her head, laughing at herself, "Got caught up

boyfriend, Eddy Jones, had taught her. But now,

"I'll try."

out in front of

Mr. Francis...

silently passing the kite

tilted her head, recognizing the voice. Since losing her sight, she had become incredibly sensitive to sounds,

eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Are you the

a man of few

already thanked me

brushed it off