Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Gilbert!"

Sherilyn froze for a moment, her mind briefly short-circuiting. She dropped to one knee, scooping up Jenna first before rushing to check on Gilbert. "Uh-oh..."

Jenna pouted in her arms, on the verge of tears.

"It's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here."

Sherilyn tried to soothe Jenna first.

"What's going on?"

Sophia, hearing the commotion, came out of her room and flipped on the overhead lights.

"Sophia! Perfect timing!"

Sherilyn handed Jenna to her as Sophia also noticed Gilbert lying on the ground.

"Oh my, is Mr. Johnson okay? What happened to him?"

Sherilyn didn't have time to answer; she knelt down, gently tapping Gilbert's cheek and shoulder. "Gilbert, come on, wake up! Can you hear me?"

She checked his breathing and pulse next. Both were faint but present, though his complexion was pale, nearly translucent.

Unsure of his injuries, Sherilyn hesitated to move him.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep calm.

and dialed 911, "Hello,

she hung up. Immediately, she heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? The paramedics couldn't have arrived this quickly. Opening the door, she

Gomez, did we hear you calling

"Yes!"

nodded, stepping aside.

and Abel rushed in

Allen's back, Sherilyn gasped and

the bright lights, she could

Stain See h

red with blood, still

down the

911; they should be

wait!" Allen, carrying Gilbert,

looked over at Sherilyn. "Ms. Gomez,

paused for

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

was rushed into surgery, and Sherilyn sat outside on

the way here, Abel had filled her

Gilbert had rushed to Sunset Ridge Community with injuries... because of a promise he made to

across the floor, both steady

looked up to see

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"