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.

concern, Mr. Abdul

feeling better

losing a loved one isn't something you

have to let things take

can and

...

hand tightly when he saw

it if you

but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have reassured him," Mr.

the sweat from

Abdul didn't disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews

so I just leaned by

a bit, I'd check his

temperature fluctuating, my heart was doing the

got worse because of me, I

after another, never

"You're overthinking again."

to see Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were you the one talking just

so much, I thought you had a fever and it

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

answered, "You can moisten his

up, Gregory held me back, "I don't want

on the