Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn's grip on her phone tightened, her mouth slightly agape, lost for words.

"Sherilyn," Francis' voice carried a plea, "I have no clue about what went down between you and Gilbert. But, can't you just come to see him?" "Francis."

Sherilyn furrowed her brows, struggling to speak, "Do you really believe that just talking to him would wake him up?"

There was a moment of silence from Francis before he replied, "I'm not a doctor, but I've been a patient. I believe in the power of the will to live, in miracles." Sherilyn blinked rapidly, "If that's the case, then you should understand that he never needed me."

Francis stayed silent for a bit longer this time.

"I understand, I won't force you," he sighed deeply.

After the call ended, Sherilyn held her phone, her mind a tumultuous sea... In two days, would Gilbert awaken?

"Sherilyn?"

Rebecca cautiously made her way over.

"Rebecca," Sherilyn quickly steadied her, "What do you need? Why didn't you call for me?"

"It's nothing." Rebecca smiled, "I can manage to walk slowly on my own, see? I came to get some water."

Sherilyn quickly poured water for her, "Here."

"Thank you." Rebecca held the cup gently, taking small sips, "Were you talking to Mr. Francis?" "Yeah."

"Mr. Gilbert hasn't woken up?"

continuing her meal

see him?" Rebecca

"What for?

"Oh."

sighed softly, "I just don't get what he was thinking. He got hurt with Caroline but then risked everything to meet you. Did he think he could have it

she let him succeed! But he couldn't be in danger... For Jenna, he

days left, 48

...

night turned to

morning, Caroline

had stayed the night

she noticed

"Francis?"

nurse pointed towards the bathroom, "Mr. Francis is

"Okay."

set the

the bathroom door open, Francis

"Francis..."

and their eyes

quickng before Francis

turned back into

BUMS

the door behind

vigil, Francis' legs were sore, so he had soaked in a hot bath