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."

Sherilyn continued, "Why didn't you both just ride off into the

anger

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

dark eyes sparkling. "What, you came here

in his chest.

"Then shut it."

the bed with an annoyed expression. "Jenna

mouth to speak but ended up swallowing

Jenna mumbled in her sleep,

When Jenna didn't wake, she prepared

held, especially when sick; otherwise, she tended to

"Let me."

up, Gilbert stepped

Sherilyn eyed him skeptically. "You're down to one good

heavy can

Gilbert leaned

his one good arm, genthet

"There, Jenna. Alle

Slowly, Jenna calmed down.

...

afternoon, Sophia

cradled in Gilbert's arms, looking