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

she heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? The paramedics couldn't have

hear you calling for help? Is it Mr.

"Yes!"

aside. "He passed

this, Allen and Abel rushed in

Gilbert was hoisted onto Allen's back,

lights, she could

Stain See h

red with blood, still

his white shirt collar down the back of his

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

to wait!"

Sherilyn. "Ms.

furrowed her brows, paused for a

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

Sherilyn sat outside on a bench,

the way here, Abel had

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

the floor, both steady and sharp,

to see Francis and Caroline

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"