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.

his mouth filling with blood until he had to let it spill out. His body kept convulsing, but his

longer. She staggered to him, her legs

"Warmth "

weak to move. All he could do was stretch out his hand,

their hands touched, his eyelids fluttered shut and his head

"Timothy, Timothy..."

trembling. "Timothy, wake up! Don't fall asleep, do you hear me?

son is still sick. Don't think you can use this

"Timothy..."

to his hand,

and again, but he just couldn't

the panic and

He felt it too.

just stand by, not after witnessing Timothy

worry. She'll be okay," Herbert

shook as she pulled off her scarf and pressed it against the gash on

almost instantly, no

already lost so much

heart pounded

knew he'd

wounds hadn't evemet everything else. She was

this,