Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 847

In the open doorway of the ER, fragments of urgent commands from the medical team floated out.

"Administer the antagonist!"

"Push 1000ml of saline, stat!"

"Increase the oxygen flow!"

"Chief, the patient's heart has arrested!"

"Prepare the defibrillator! Where's the blood gas analysis? Hurry up the lab! Clear the area, we're going to shock!"

Sherilyn's heart raced, her face turning ghostly pale. "Is it Galen?" she wondered.

She hastened toward a nurse who seemed to be looking for someone. "Nurse, I..."

"Sherilyn!"

Behind her, Edgar caught her arm. "Wait!"

another door, a nurse emerged, pushing a gurney and glancing at

family of

talking about. Quickly turning around, she responded, "Here! I'm his sister!" "The patient is stable now," the nurse explained. "He had traces of sedatives in his system. We've administered fluids to speed up the drug metabolism..." "He's a blood donor for the hematology department; the hematologist has already seen

lying on the gurney, tears welling up in her eyes. The anxiety that had gripped her for days finally eased, and the tension melted away. Every second of the past few days had been torture... But thankfully, it was a close call with no harm

ward. On their way back

voice was hoarse and weak as he

reddened as she squeezed his hand. "No dream, it's me, we're in

last memory of running out of a cabin and collapsing on

Galen's voice was barely a whisper, "Sorry for worrying

you apologizing for?" Sherilyn feigned anger, her voice choked with emotion. "You

him, she would never be able

"Don't talk, just rest."

drugs hadn't completely left his system, and he soon

him

ove

find Edgar waiting for her. She gave him a weary smile. "Thanks

up all night because

"Sherilyn..."