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.

expressing this concern, Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews were

one is genuinely feeling better or just pretending,

a loved one isn't something you recover

have to let things

what you can and leave the rest

...

hand tightly when he saw me, and then quickly

was so swift, you'd miss it if you weren't paying

allowing

from Gregory's

and joined Dr. Andrews on the sofa to discuss

understand, so I just leaned

a bit, I'd check

my heart was doing the

got worse because of me, I

after another,

"You're overthinking again."

looked up to see Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were you

to smile, "You're worrying so much, I thought you had a fever

it was still high. I

moisten his lips with a cotton

back, "I don't want anything. Stop about, and

the bed