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.

her phone and dialed 911, "Hello, this

her address and a brief explanation of the situation, she hung up. Immediately, she heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? The paramedics couldn't have

hear you calling for

"Yes!"

stepping aside.

Allen and Abel rushed

onto Allen's back, Sherilyn gasped

the bright lights, she could

Stain See h

red with blood, still

collar down the back of his

hitched, "I've already called 911; they should be here any

down to wait!" Allen, carrying Gilbert, moved

at Sherilyn. "Ms. Gomez,

brows, paused for a

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

was rushed into surgery, and Sherilyn sat outside on a bench, staring down at

the way here, Abel had filled her

had rushed to Sunset Ridge Community

the floor, both steady and

up to see Francis and

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"