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 were

better or just pretending,

one isn't something

have to let

you can and leave the

...

tightly when

so swift, you'd miss it if you

definitely thinking of you but his body isn't allowing much.

wiped the sweat from Gregory's forehead

disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews

so I just leaned by

bit, I'd check his temperature

my heart was doing

because of

one after another, never

"You're overthinking again."

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

I thought you had a fever and

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

Abdul answered, "You can moisten his lips with a cotton

held me back, "I don't want

on the bed and