Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Why was he alone now?

Had he hallucinated due to the fever?

Or had Sherilyn come and gone already?

Pushing himself up and swinging his legs out of bed, he startled the nurse, who rushed to stop him. "Mr. Gilbert, where do you think you're going? If you need the restroom, I'll get your caretaker..."

"Let go!"

Gilbert's headache was fierce, and his vision swayed. "I'm leaving this hospital!"

"What? That's not possible!"

The nurse was frantic, but just then, the door swung open and Sherilyn walked in, quieting the room.

Sherilyn glanced at the nurse before turning her attention to Gilbert. "Did I just hear you're checking out?"

Gilbert was speechless, unable to find his voice.

"Get back in bed."

Her voice carried a blend of reprimand and command. "Look at yourself; you're in no shape to be up and about. Stop this nonsense." Reluctantly, Gilbert nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he laid back down, his gaze fixed on Sherilyn as if she'd vanish if he blinked. Once he was settled, Sherilyn touched his forehead, breathing a sigh of relief. "Better, not as hot as before."

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Much better," he responded, feeling genuinely lighter after a night of sweating out the fever.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Sherilyn nodded. "Don't get careless, you have pneumonia. Your temperature could spike again; it's going to be a process."

She studied his complexion, then asked, "Feeling up for some food? Hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Let's stick to something light."

"I ordered some soup from 'Soup Journey', just got delivered. Perfect timing."

She had stepped out earlier to pick up the delivery.

"Alright."

As always, Gilbert agreed, his eyes never leaving her.

"Wait here."

Sherilyn fetched a bowl of soup, pulling up a chair beside the

She glanced at his IV hand

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"Okay." Gilbert's smile was slight but genuine.

"Careful, it's hot."

She blew on a spoonful of soup before offering it to him. "Don't rush, take it slow."

Following her instructions, Gilbert ate obediently.

"You should also have some chicken... Soup alone isn't enough."

"Okay."

The soup from 'Soup Journey' quickly disappeared, and Sherilyn wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert looked at her with hopeful, inquiring eyes.

"Hmm?" She crumpled the napkin, tossing it into the trash. "What is it?"

"That thing..."

Seeing her calm, composed expression, Gilbert hesitated. "Last night, did you hear what I said?"

Or had he been delirious, merely thinking it without actually speaking out loud?

Sherilyn nodded. "I heard it."

Her eyes were clear and bright. "Not just heard, but since I didn't

understand, I even asked it Not

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"So..." Gilbert's throat tightened with nerves, his mouth dry. "You understand now?"

"Yes." Sherilyn's nod was calm and composed.

For a moment, Gilbert just looked at her, then suddenly, he reached out,

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Eyes closed, he took a deep breath and murmured, "Sherilyn, thank you. Thank you for being here."

"You're still here, you didn't leave me."

[Even after knowing, you stayed.]