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.

this concern, Mr. Abdul

better or

all, losing a loved one isn't something you recover from

you just have to let things

you can and leave the

...

hand tightly when he saw me, and then quickly closed

miss it if you weren't

don't worry. He's definitely thinking of you but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have

from Gregory's forehead

us any further and joined

so I just leaned by the

I'd check his temperature

my heart was doing

of me, I

after another,

"You're overthinking again."

by the words, I looked up to see Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were you the one talking just

worrying so much, I thought you had a fever

it was still high. I

answered, "You can moisten his

Gregory held me back, "I don't want

the bed and