Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica braced herself against the wall, the bowl of water she'd been carrying slipping from her grasp and crashing to the floor, sending water splashing

everywhere.

She looked pale and unsteady.

Timothy hurried over and caught her before she could fall. "Jessy, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Let me take you to the hospital."

She tried to shrug him off, but a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen, leaving her too weak to resist.

Vince rushed over, gently prying Timothy's arm away and wrapping his own around Jessica's shoulders.

In a faint voice, Jessica muttered, "Vince, make him leave. I don't want to see him."

Timothy's heart pounded in his chest. "I'm not going anywhere! You're sick, Jessy. Let me take you to see a doctor."

Jessica shot him a cold look. "I don't need your help. Just go."

though she was barely holding herself together,

steely as he turned to Timothy. "Didn't you say you

long moment he finally turned and left the room, his steps heavy with

bed next to Daisy's and eased her down. "I'm going to get

it. I just left my bag in Grandpa's

were keeping vigil. When Zachary saw him, he said, "Vince, why don't you take your mother and Jessy home to rest for a while? Your mother's not well-she shouldn't be

go get

Jessica's bag and returned to the room. He poured her

her meds, swallowing them

you and Mom home. Are you up for it? If

she sees me like this, she'll only worry and insist I go

you. Jessy, don't be scared. The test results will come

only just found her again—he couldn't bear to lose her now. No one

Larkin's room and told Mrs. Zimmerman that Jessy had already met Daisy and had even taken her as her goddaughter. With Daisy running a fever, Jessy was worried and wanted to stay at the

so Vince took Mrs. Zimmerman home

outside the entrance, smoking nervously, watching as Vince led Mrs. Zimmerman out to the car. Once they'd driven off, Timothy stubbed out his cigarette