Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn didn't stay unconscious for long. Before they even reached the hospital, she came to.

Rubbing her forehead, she frowned and opened her eyes. "Uh..."

"Sherilyn?" Edgar held his breath, anxious.

"Edgar?" Sherilyn was equally startled. She knew she had been thrown from the car, but why was she in Edgar's vehicle? Was he in the car that turned around?

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me."

"What a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence," Edgar said with a bitter smile.

Fate kept crafting these coincidences, bringing them together, yet cruelly refused to let them be.

"Um..." Sherilyn struggled in his arms, realizing their positioning was awkward.

Edgar suddenly snapped back to reality, his cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to offend you. You just fainted."

While speaking, he let her go, adjusting her to sit comfortably in the seat.

"I know." Sherilyn smiled softly. "You don't have to explain. I understand."

She pointed at the upcoming crossroad, adding, "Just drop me off there."

"How could I?" Without even thinking, Edgar shook his head. "You were thrown from the car and briefly lost consciousness. This could be serious. You must see a doctor to be on the safe side."

"Really, it's not necessary..."

"We're almost at the hospital."

She had no chance to refuse as the hospital was just ahead. Edgar said, "Even if you were a stranger, I couldn't leave you like this. And besides..."

And besides, I haven't been able to let go of you, not just yet.

Their eyes met briefly, and Sherilyn fell silent, then nodded.

Upon reaching the hospital, the driver rushed to register, while Sherilyn underwent a check-up and some tests.

No significant issues were found, but because she mentioned being unconscious for about two minutes, the doctor decided to keep her under observation overnight.

Edgar took care of the formalities, accompanying her to the observation room.

Unlike regular wards, the observation room was smaller, with no bed for companions.

Sherilyn leaned back on the hospital bed, feeling slightly embarrassed "Edgar, I'm alright now. You should go back."

"Thinking nonsense?" Edgar ignored her, pulling the blanket up. "I'll stay here with you tonight." "Edgar..."

"It's settled."

She tried to persuade him otherwise, but Edgar insisted, "Even if I went back, I'd be too worried about you to rest. It's better I stay here, where seeing you safe would give me peace."

Unable to argue anymore, she let it be.

During the night, a nurse visited twice, performing checks on Sherilyn.

She reminded them, "If you feel nauseous, vomit, or anything unusual, let us know immediately."

"Sure, thank you."

The room went silent, the atmosphere turning awkward.

"You..." Sherilyn broke the silence, easing the tension. "How have you been? How's your recovery going?"

"All healed up." Edgar offered a smile, not revealing the whole truth.

Sherilyn noticed his slight limp on the right foot. He didn't mention it, and she didn't press.

"That's good."

She nodded, then silence fell again.

"And you?" Edgar turned the question to her.

"Same as always, busy with the dance troupe, practicing, performing."

"That's good."

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But the words died in his throat, his heart twisting painfully. He swallowed the questions unasked.

He reached out, dimming the bedside lamp.

"Let's get some rest."

"Yeah, okay." Sherilyn turned her head away, closing her eyes. Her hands, clutched together, trembled slightly.