Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After taking her medicine, Jenna slept relatively peacefully.

Sherilyn returned to the hospital, and Sophia poured her some warm water, handing it over. "You stay with Jenna, I'll go make some food." "Thanks, Sophia," Sherilyn nodded. "Just prepare something for Jenna. I'll grab something quick for myself." "Alright, got it."

Once Sophia was gone, Sherilyn stayed by the bed, gently stroking Jenna's sweaty forehead.

She pulled out Jenna's favorite little towel from her bag and tenderly wiped her daughter's face.

The sunlight streaming through the window was a bit too bright, making Jenna frown in her sleep.

Quickly, Sherilyn got up to draw the curtains. As she turned around, the door opened, and Gilbert walked in. "Sherilyn."

Her gaze dropped to Gilbert's bandaged and sling-supported arm, and she couldn't help but smirk.

"Playing the hero and got yourself hurt?"

Gilbert grimaced. "Just a dislocated shoulder."

"Just?" Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening yet turning colder. "Seems like you're quite the martyr."

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert frowned, at a loss for words.

It seemed no matter what he said, Sherilyn would take it the wrong way.

"I find it quite pitiful too."

continued, "Why didn't you both

Gilbert snapped, anger in his

sleeping on the bed, and forced his voice to soften, despite his frustration. "Even if you don't like Caroline,

"What, you came here to accuse me? Planning on

pang in his

"Then shut it."

bed with an annoyed expression. "Jenna needs rest. Keep it down, don't

his mouth to speak but ended

bed, Jenna mumbled in her sleep,

Jenna didn't wake, she prepared to

held, especially when sick; otherwise,

"Let me."

stood up,

him skeptically. "You're down

heavy can Jenna

spoke, Gilbert

one good

"There, Jenna. Alle

Slowly, Jenna calmed down.

...

afternoon,

awake, cradled in