Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 299

Gilbert suddenly snapped his eyes open and sat bolt upright.

"Ouch!"

Pain made him quickly clutch his chest, while his other hand went to his head.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Charles was right there by the bed, his voice filled with joy, "You're awake? That's great, the doctor said the sooner you woke up, the better."

He waved his hand in front of Gilbert's eyes, "Mr. Gilbert, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Come on!"

Gilbert swatted his fingers away, irritated, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"No, no..." Charles chuckled, "It's just that you hit your head, a mild concussion, you know. I'm just worried."

"Cut the chatter!" Gilbert retorted with a mix of annoyance and humor, "If anyone's brain is messed up, it's not mine!"

Being thrown by a bomb did indeed injure his shoulder, arm, and head. At the moment, he was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, looking quite the sight, but fortunately, there were no serious injuries.

Gilbert let out a sigh of relief and immediately asked, "Where's Sherilyn?"

"Sherilyn was also brought to the hospital..."

"Good." Gilbert nodded while throwing the blankets aside to get out of bed.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

But Charles grabbed him, "Hear me out, Sherilyn's fine, she was discharged after her check-up."

"Mr. Gilbert." Charles pointed to his right hand, "You need to finish your IV first, Sherilyn's really okay, but you're genuinely hurt."

I see.

Gilbert glanced up at the IV bag, resigned himself to lean back, alright, no rush then.

...

Dawn was breaking. And Gilbert was awake.

The IV had finished in the wee hours, and considering Sherilyn was probably asleep, he didn't want to disturb her.

His injuries made it hard to sleep well.