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?"

nodded, continuing her meal

to see him?" Rebecca leaned against the counter,

paused, "What for? I'm

"Oh."

what he was thinking. He got hurt with Caroline but then risked everything to meet you. Did he think he could have it all? But when does life ever work like

him succeed! But he couldn't be

days left, 48

...

passed, night

the morning, Caroline rushed

had stayed the night

room, she noticed

"Francis?"

Bennett," the nurse pointed towards the bathroom, "Mr. Francis is in

"Okay."

went to set the breakfast she brought on

the bathroom door

"Francis..."

looked up, and

quickng before Francis

turned back

BUMS

the

sore, so he had soaked