"Sherilyn."
Amid her lively chatter, Gilbert suddenly leaned down, placing his palm against her back and pulling her into his embrace.
"Sherilyn, I've missed you so much, so very much."
Sherilyn was taken aback, unsure if it was her imagination, but the Gilbert holding her appeared so vulnerable, so alone.
She opened her mouth, unusually calm and concerned, and asked him, "What... happened?"
"Sherilyn."
Gilbert held her tighter, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hesitantly said, "I... I am not... Gilbert."
What was that supposed to mean?
Sherilyn's eyes widened, uncertain if she had misheard, "What did you say?"
But the man holding her offered no response.
"Gilbert?"
Sensing something was off, Sherilyn raised her hand, pressing against his chest, trying to push him away. But then she noticed something...
His body was burning hot.
Was he running a fever?
"Gilbert! You need to get up, we have to go to the hospital!"
Gilbert, already delirious from the fever, clung to her hand, "Don't go, don't leave me!"
Unable to break free, Sherilyn let him hold her hand, "Then you need to come with me to the hospital."
"Okay, whatever you say."
On the way to the hospital, Sherilyn called Francis.
"Big brother, I'm with Gilbert. He's got a fever, we're on our way to the hospital now."
After hanging up, the person beside her still clutched her hand, leaning back in the seat with a furrowed brow, his lips parched from the fever.
Arriving at the hospital, Francis was already waiting at the emergency room.
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