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.

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