Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Grandma." Francis frowned, his voice heavy with concern, "Gilbert's not as bad off as it seems. Aside from his head, he's pretty much fine all over."

Other than a few scrapes and bruises across his skin, there were no broken bones to worry about.

"Indeed."

Sylvia gently touched her grandson's cheek, "Look at his complexion, just like he's merely sleeping."

Her gaze suddenly shifted to Sherilyn, grasping her hand, "Sherilyn, you've been such a trooper, staying by his side, talking to him. The doctor said Gilbert's doing well in all other aspects." Feeling the intensity of the old lady's stare, Sherilyn felt the weight of expectation heavy on her shoulders.

With a slight furrow in her brow, she replied, "Grandma, I'll try my best, but I can't make any promises."

"That's okay, dear!"

Sylvia patted her hand, her eyes brimming with tears, "I'm not trying to pressure you, but given his condition, we must do all we can, right? After all, you've called him 'big brother' before, haven't you?" "Mhm." Sherilyn nodded, her gaze lowered.

"Francis."

Sylvia turned, instructing Francis, "Please have someone tidy up around here, and make sure Sherilyn has everything she needs."

would have seen

"Indeed."

in her eyes, "The two of you have been so close since you were little, having been through life and death together... Just a grandmother's needless worries." Given Gilbert's current state,

earnestly saying, "Bless you, child, for

...

a chair and sat

out to fetch medicine, and the caretaker was busy elsewhere. Following the doctor's advice, Sherilyn knew her role

But what to say?

well speak of reconciliations or

smirked, a

her lips, "Look at you, head all banged up, yet you had the nerve to dash off to Sunset Ridge Community like a daredevil. With all that bravery, how come you're lying

you better listen

sake, you can't afford to let anything happen to you!"

took out her phone, opened the music player, and played

tell you

hear, and she wouldn't have to