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. Andrews

genuinely feeling better or just pretending,

isn't something you recover from quickly. It takes

have to let things take

you can and leave the rest

...

when he saw me, and then quickly closed

swift, you'd miss it if

okay, don't worry. He's definitely thinking of you but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have

wiped the sweat from Gregory's forehead and

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

didn't understand, so I just leaned by the

bit, I'd check his temperature

with his temperature fluctuating, my heart was

because of me, I would

one after another,

"You're overthinking again."

I looked up to see Gregory opening his

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

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

"You can moisten his lips

held me back, "I don't want anything. Stop about, and don't just sit

on the bed and