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, this is Sunset

the door. Who

calling for help? Is it Mr.

"Yes!"

nodded, stepping aside.

and Abel rushed in and together, they lifted

was hoisted onto Allen's back, Sherilyn gasped

lights, she

Stain See h

red with blood, still

his white shirt collar down

911; they should be here any

head down to wait!"

at Sherilyn.

furrowed her brows, paused for a

At the hospital.

Outside the operating room.

sat outside on a bench, staring down at

way here, Abel had filled her

rushed to Sunset Ridge Community with injuries...

the floor, both steady

see

"Sherilyn..."

"Sherilyn!"