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.

feeling better or

loved one isn't something you

you just have to let

what you can and

...

moment, squeezed my hand tightly when he saw me, and

swift, you'd miss it

but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you

wiped the sweat from Gregory's forehead

disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews on the

understand, so I just leaned by the bed, watching

a bit, I'd

with his temperature fluctuating, my heart was doing

of me, I would never forgive

me, one after

"You're overthinking again."

Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were you the one

I thought you had a fever and

it was still high. I looked at Mr.

answered, "You can moisten his lips with

me back, "I don't want

on the bed