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

explanation of the situation, 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

hear you calling for help? Is it Mr.

"Yes!"

stepping aside. "He passed

rushed in and together,

hoisted onto Allen's back, Sherilyn gasped and

bright lights, she could

Stain See h

red with blood, still

his white shirt collar down

breath hitched, "I've already called 911; they

wait!" Allen, carrying Gilbert, moved

Sherilyn. "Ms. Gomez,

paused for a moment, then

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

sat outside on

here, Abel had filled her

rushed to Sunset Ridge Community with injuries... because of a

echoed across the floor, both

to see Francis and

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"