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.

Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews were

is genuinely feeling better or just pretending,

one isn't something

to let things take their

can and leave the

...

hand tightly when he saw me,

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

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

sweat from Gregory's forehead

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

just leaned

I'd check his

fluctuating, my heart was

got worse because of me,

around me, one after another, never seemed to end

"You're overthinking again."

opening his eyes,

tried to smile, "You're worrying so much, I thought you had a fever and

it was still high. I looked at Mr. Abdul,

can moisten his

I stood up, Gregory held me back, "I don't want anything. Stop about,

on the bed