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

feeling better or

loved one isn't something you recover from quickly. It

have to

can and leave

...

my hand tightly when he saw me,

swift, you'd miss it if you

isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have

from Gregory's

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

so I just leaned

a bit, I'd check his temperature

temperature fluctuating, my heart was doing

got worse because of me, I would never forgive

after another, never seemed

"You're overthinking again."

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

thought you had a fever and it made you

his temperature; it was still high. I

moisten his

back, "I don't want

the bed