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.

expressing this concern, Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews

one is genuinely feeling better or just pretending,

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

you just have to

what you can and

...

woke up for a moment, squeezed my hand tightly when he saw me, and

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

his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound

the sweat from Gregory's forehead and sighed

didn't disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews on the sofa to discuss

just leaned by the bed, watching

bit, I'd check his temperature

his temperature fluctuating, my heart

got worse because of me, I would never

one after another, never seemed

"You're overthinking again."

opening his eyes, asking, "Were you

worrying so much, I thought you had a fever and it made

it was still high. I

moisten his lips

back, "I don't want

the bed and