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

family of Galen

relieved as she realized it wasn't Galen they were 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 him. He can be moved back to the hematology

her eyes. The anxiety that had gripped her for days finally eased, and the tension

transferred back to the hematology ward. On their way back to the room, he woke

Galen's voice was hoarse and weak as he struggled

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

of running

was barely a whisper,

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

would never

"Don't talk, just rest."

hadn't completely left

settling him in the

ove

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

up all night because of

"Sherilyn..."