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.

had to let it spill out. His body kept convulsing, but his gaze never wavered

hold back any longer. She staggered to him, her legs unsteady,

"Warmth "

to reach for her, but he was too weak to move. All

his eyelids fluttered shut and his head

"Timothy, Timothy..."

voice was trembling. "Timothy, wake up! Don't fall asleep, do you

Don't think you can use this as an excuse to leave him with me, Timothy,

"Timothy..."

to his

again and again, but he just couldn't open

Herbert could see the panic and fear etched deep on

He felt it too.

stand by, not after witnessing Timothy throw himself into harm's way to save them.

She'll be okay," Herbert said

hands shook as she pulled off her scarf

the scarf soaked through almost instantly, no match

lost

heart pounded

he'd

hadn't evemet everything else.

this, on