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.

concern, Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews

genuinely feeling better or just

isn't something you recover

just have to let things take

you can and leave the rest

...

hand tightly when he saw me, and then

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

allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have

from Gregory's forehead

saying this, Mr. Abdul didn't disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews on the

didn't understand, so I just leaned by the bed, watching

I'd

his temperature fluctuating, my heart was

of me, I would

people around me, one after another,

"You're overthinking again."

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

"You're worrying so much, I thought

temperature; it was still high. I looked at Mr. Abdul, "Can he

"You can moisten his lips

up, Gregory held me back, "I don't want anything. Stop about, and

on the bed