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.

better or just

isn't something you recover from quickly.

have to let things take

what you can and leave

...

moment, squeezed my hand tightly when

so swift, you'd miss it if you

of you but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing

sweat from Gregory's forehead and

any further and joined Dr.

understand, so I just leaned

bit, I'd

temperature fluctuating, my

because of me, I would

me, one after another, never

"You're overthinking again."

the words, I looked up to see Gregory opening his eyes,

so much, I thought you had a fever

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

can moisten his lips with a

don't want anything. Stop about, and don't just

on the bed