Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Herbert caught Jessica in his arms just in time.

Her skin was icy cold, her face ghostly pale, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

She'd started vomiting a reaction to the sight of all that blood.

Moving quickly, Herbert laid her gently on the ground, then lifted her legs at a forty-five-degree angle, supporting her ankles in his hands.

A few minutes later, Jessica's eyes fluttered open, but she was so weak she could barely move.

Herbert lowered her legs and helped her sit up against the wall. Jessica tried to glance toward Timothy, but Herbert swiftly covered her eyes with his hand. "Don't look," he said softly. "You faint at the sight of blood. If you go into shock, it could be dangerous."

Just then, the distant wail of the ambulance siren reached Jessica's ears, and the tension in her chest eased a little.

"Okay," she whispered, "I won't look."

In what felt like no time at all, the ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed Timothy onto a stretcher, and Herbert scooped Jessica up and climbed in after them.

He asked the medics for an ice pack and pressed it to Jessica's forehead, shielding her from the sight of Timothy's wound, blocking her view with his own body.

On the other side of the ambulance, paramedics scrambled to save Timothy.

"Heart rate dropping!"

"Quick, stop the bleeding!"

A medic turned to them. "Family member-what's his blood type?"

Jessica managed a weak reply: "O."

"Start a transfusion, now!"

rate's

as she listened to the frantic voices and the desperate rhythm

mind felt

move-I want to see

Absolutely not." Herbert's tone was firm, but there was worry in his eyes. “Don't blame me for being harsh. You really can't look,

didn't want to watch

he was chasing after her- Vince had told her. Her heart ached at the memory, but

was also because of her; his back had been covered

Why else would

beam had struck Timothy's head, splitting

a heavy plank of wood-only a tremendous

tightened

a divorce. To leave him. To spend whatever

hope for her life again, she only wanted

dredge up old wounds, not to

wanted peace. A simple

why had things ended up like this

of them was scarred to the

was

wasn't the ending

trembling hands. "Save him. Please; save him. I can't watch

it,

to do whatever it takes. Don't let him

face froze for a

if she was determined to leave Timothy behind, he still had a