Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1287

At the hospital, a doctor examined Nanson and wrote out a prescription. "It's a case of traveler's stomach from being unaccustomed to the local food and water, combined with alcohol and a mix of foods... it's caused diarrhea and dehydration. He needs an IV drip."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Sherilyn took the forms and had Naomi go pay the fees. Then, she helped Nanson to the infusion room where a nurse set up his IV. Gradually, the color started to return to Nanson's face.

"Thank you, Sherilyn," Nanson said, leaning back in the recliner.

"You're welcome." Sherilyn took a blanket from Naomi, who had just borrowed it from a nurse. She unfolded it and draped it over Nanson. The air conditioning in the infusion room was blasting, and he was still too weak to be left uncovered.

"It's getting late," Nanson said, his gaze on the LED clock on the opposite wall. He looked at Sherilyn. "You should go home and get some sleep."

"You're sending me away again?" Sherilyn chuckled and sat down in the empty recliner next to him. "If Joyce found out I left her sick brother all alone in a hospital, she'd never speak to me again."

Nanson was taken aback for a moment, then a smile broke through his weariness.

"Just get some rest," Sherilyn said, her expression turning serious. "You've helped me so many times. Let me return the favor, just this once. Alright?"

Hearing her put it that way, he knew she wouldn't leave. Nanson stopped insisting and nodded. "Thank you for staying."

"Close your eyes and get some rest," Sherilyn said with a soft smile.

After the first IV bag was empty, a nurse came to replace it with a new one. "Thank you," Sherilyn whispered. Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw it was Charles. Why was he calling her? Sherilyn frowned and hesitated, letting the call go to voicemail. A moment later, a text message came in. It was also from Charles.

[Sherilyn, could you please answer the phone?]

Sherilyn's brow tightened. Was something really wrong? She glanced at Nanson, who was asleep, with Naomi watching over him. Noticing her hesitation, Naomi said, "Sherilyn, I can watch Mr. Cooper. He's my lifesaver, too. If it weren't for him, I would have lost my job."

"Okay." Sherilyn nodded after a moment, then walked out of the infusion room and dialed Charles's number.

"Hello, Sherilyn?" Charles answered instantly, as if he'd been waiting by the phone. Before she could speak, he said, "Can you come over and check on Mr. Gilbert?"