Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

‘What’s the point of asking her again? Am I just setting myself up for another polite ‘no, thank you‘?‘ Gilbert thought. He wasn’t one to make himself miserable.

Charles and the others exchanged glances. Who were they to argue if Gilbert had made up his mind?

After seven o’clock in the evening, Sherilyn told the nurse softly, “I’ll be right outside. Call out if you need me.”

The nurse nodded. “Okay.”

Sherilyn grabbed her bag and stepped out.

By then, Gilbert and the others had finished their dinner. Allen and Abel were nowhere in sight, leaving only Charles discussing business matters.

Sherilyn didn’t glance their way as she went to the kitchen. She pulled a container out of her backpack. Inside were a pancake and hard–boiled eggs. The eggs were ready to eat, but the pancake would be hard and cold. She popped it in the microwave for three

minutes.

When she took it out, muttering about the heat, Gilbert happened to come in for a drink.

Pretending not to notice, he filled a glass with water.

When he turned around, Sherilyn was already nibbling on her pancake. Was that her dinner? It seemed even less than what she had for lunch. At least there was some variety

then.

Gilbert watched her indifferently. “Sherilyn, are you trying to live off bird food?”

“What?” Caught off guard, Sherilyn looked up, but he had turned to leave.

Puzzled, Sherilyn shrugged and went back to her pancake.

Gilbert disliked her so much that he even criticized her choice of snack.

Late into the night, Sherilyn stayed by the bedside, with Gilbert settling on a nearby couch. Neither of them dared to sleep deeply, merely dozing off.

Suddenly, the monitor blared an alarm.

Sherilyn jumped up and grabbed Sylvia’s hand. “Sylvia, are you okay?”

“What’s happening?” Gilbert rushed over from the couch.

Both stared at the monitor. They were not experts but could tell something was off with the readings. The oxygen saturation levels were in the red!

“Call a doctor!”

10.08

Sherilyn hit the call button, and Gilbert ran out, “Doctors! Nurses!”

In under a minute, medical staff arrived. “Please step back!”

The nurse drew the curtain, separating Sherilyn and Gilbert from the scene. The impending urgency wasn’t something for family eyes.

Though out of sight, Sherilyn and Gilbert stayed, listening intently.

“We’ve got a blockage! Suction!”

“The mucus is too thick. It’s not coming out!”

‘Add saline. Dilute it!”

‘Okay!”

But soon, a voice said, “It’s not working! It’s accumulating!”

ists clenched and his face grim, Gilbert was about to step in when Sherilyn beat him to it, ushing past the curtain to the bedside.

Sherilyn!” Gilbert reached out to stop her but missed.

S

he nurse snapped, “What are you doing here? Please, you need to leave!”

octor!” There was no time for explanations from Sherilyn. “Let me try!”

le doctor was confused. “You want to…”

Ibert yelled, “Sherilyn, don’t make things worse!”

t it was too late. Sherilyn had leaned over, her head close to Sylvia’s.

a shocking turn, everyone froze as Sherilyn manually cleared Sylvia’s airway. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

en Gilbert, the nurses, and the doctor were momentarily stunned by her decisive action.