Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Slowly, Rebecca truly calmed down.

Francis, with a slight curve on his lips, held her hand tightly and never let go...

As dawn broke, Francis left the Southern District Sanatorium.

He didn't head straight back to the Johnson Mansion but instead went to see a psychologist to inquire about somnambulism.

"It's like this..."

The doctor said, "If the somnambulism is mild, paying attention to diet and rest, self-regulation and improvement are possible, and medication can be complemented if appropriate. If it's severe, psychological counseling might be needed. Mr. Francis, which category does the patient you mentioned fall into?"

This...

Francis hesitated, shaking his head. He had only just found out that Rebecca had somnambulism; he knew nothing else about her condition.

The doctor continued, "Would it be possible for the patient to come in themselves?"

Francis shook his head again; he wasn't sure if Rebecca was even aware of her condition.

If he were to bring her in, what reason could he possibly give? After all, he was nobody special to her.

The doctor had no choice but to suggest, "How about I prescribe some medication for now, and you continue to observe her?"

This was something Francis could do.

Rebecca was staying at the Southern District Sanatorium, which made observation convenient.

"Alright, let's start with the medication."

"Very well, Mr. Francis."

...

Rebecca woke up, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Ms. White, you're awake." The nurse helped her sit up, "Feeling any better?"

Rebecca blinked in confusion, "Why wouldn't I feel well?"

"Ms. White." The nurse looked surprised, "You don't remember what happened last night at all?"

Rebecca shook her head, even more puzzled, "What happened?"

The nurse glanced at the silent Francis, who shook his head at her.

Understanding his gesture, the nurse

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helped Rebecca sit properly, "Last night, you got up to go to the bathroom. I came to assist you, but as soon as you stood up, you. fainted, scaring me half to death."

She patted her chest as she spoke.

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"That happened?" Rebecca couldn't recall anything, rubbing her temples, "I at I fainted? How could that be?"

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Rebecca frowned, murmuring to herself.

"I've always been quite healthy, hardly ever getting up in the middle of the night."

The nurse glanced at Francis, then

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"Ms, White, let me help you up. Breakfast is ready."

"Okay..."

Francis stood still, silently contemplative. It seemed Rebecca was unaware of her somnambulism.

When he left, Rebecca had already freshened up and was sitting at the breakfast table.

The nurse sat with her during breakfast, placing her medication nearby, "Ms. White, remember to take your medicine later." "Medicine, what medicine." Rebecca paused mid-action.

"You fainted last night, remember?" The nurse subtly explained, "The doctor prescribed some nutritional supplements."

"Oh, okay." Rebecca nodded, still somewhat doubtful, "Strange, how could I have fainted?"

In the afternoon, Rebecca was sunbathing in the yard, which was a bit noisy.

The nurse came out to bring her some tea and snacks, handing them to her, "Ms. White, have some water."

"Thank you."

Rebecca held the cup, turning her head to the left, "What's happening over there?"

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"Oh."

Rebecca nodded in understanding.

Since she had moved in, she had been the only resident in this row of townhouses. It was quiet, indeed, but a bit too lonely.

She wondered about the newcomer - what kind of person were they? Would they get along?