Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He barely had time to react before the wooden beam crashed down, striking him squarely on the head.

He crumpled to the ground, blood welling from his forehead—at first a trickle, then a steady stream, as if a spring had burst open.

Jessica's vision blurred, everything tinted crimson.

In that split second, Herbert understood why Timothy had swerved his bike into theirs.

He'd done it to save them.

Herbert scrambled to his feet and pulled Jessica up, quickly moving toward Timothy.

But Timothy, struggling, turned his head to look at Jessica.

His eyelids drooped, heavy with the effort, but he forced them open, refusing to

look away.

"Timothy, are you alright? I'm calling an ambulance right now."

Herbert crouched beside him, worry etched across his face as he fumbled for his phone and dialed emergency services.

Suddenly, Timothy's chest heaved, his whole body trembling. He pressed his lips together, but blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.

until he had to let it spill out.

She staggered to him, her legs unsteady, collapsing at

"Warmth "

for her, but he was too weak to move. All he could do was stretch out his hand, fingers trembling, and grasp

touched, his eyelids fluttered shut

"Timothy, Timothy..."

up! Don't fall asleep, do you hear me? Don't you dare

can

"Timothy..."

his

again,

falling, Herbert could see the panic and fear etched deep on Jessica's

He felt it too.

after witnessing Timothy throw

She'll be okay," Herbert

off her scarf

instantly, no match

already lost so

pounded

he'd been

his wounds hadn't evemet everything else. She

Now this, on