Lost Me Gained Regret

"Prepare for what?"

Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews exchanged a glance before speaking, "Prepare for the worst. If this turns into pneumonia, combined with his severely inflamed wounds, he might..." Let's not utter that word today.

"You can't stay up late or overwork yourself. Once you're done here, go back and rest. Even if you can't sleep, just lie down with your eyes closed."

"We'll keep an eye on things here."

Gregory was lying face down, and I could see the expanse of wounds on his back, making my nose sting terribly.

But I didn't want to cry anymore.

Crying is useless.

"Christine."

"Yes, Jane?" she responded.

I took a deep breath, trying to appear fine, "I could really go for some food right now."

"Alright, I'll go get you something."

It was late, and Dailey went along too.

"Get a lot, I don't think anyone has had the chance to eat."

Normally, we would have a meal after a funeral, but one thing after another kept us from it.

Abdul and Dr. Andrews were still

is genuinely feeling better

isn't something

to

and leave the

...

up for a moment, squeezed my hand tightly when he saw

swift, you'd miss it

body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have reassured him," Mr.

sweat from Gregory's forehead and

further and joined Dr. Andrews on the sofa to discuss

I just

bit, I'd check his temperature

fluctuating, my

got worse because of me,

people around me, one after another, never seemed to end

"You're overthinking again."

opening his eyes, asking,

much, I thought you had a

his temperature; it was still high. I looked at Mr.

answered, "You can moisten his lips with

I stood up, Gregory held me back, "I don't want

the bed