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.

dialed 911, "Hello, this is Sunset

knock at the door. Who could it be? The paramedics couldn't have arrived this

we hear you calling for help? Is it Mr.

"Yes!"

stepping aside. "He

Allen and Abel rushed in and together,

Gilbert was hoisted onto Allen's back, Sherilyn gasped and covered

the bright lights,

Stain See h

red with blood, still

collar down

"I've already called 911;

to wait!" Allen, carrying Gilbert, moved

looked over at Sherilyn. "Ms. Gomez, you

for a moment,

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

outside

here, Abel had filled her

Ridge Community with injuries... because of a

floor, both steady

to see Francis and Caroline

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"