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!"

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

family of Galen

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

and the tension melted away. Every second of the past few days had been

the hematology ward. On their

hoarse and weak as he struggled to open his eyes.

reddened as she squeezed his hand. "No dream, it's

last memory of running out of a

barely a whisper,

you apologizing for?" Sherilyn feigned anger, her voice choked with emotion. "You were drugged, and all you could think about was Jenna... Thank goodness, you're

never be able to repay the kindness in this

"Don't talk, just rest."

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

settling him in the

ove

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

up all

"Sherilyn..."