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

is genuinely feeling better or

losing a loved one isn't something you

to let things take

what you can and leave

...

a moment, squeezed my hand tightly when he saw me,

miss it if you weren't

body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have reassured

wiped the sweat from Gregory's forehead and sighed

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

just leaned by the bed,

bit, I'd check his temperature

temperature fluctuating, my heart was doing

got worse because of me,

me, one after

"You're overthinking again."

to see Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were you

much, I thought you had

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

"You can moisten his

me back, "I don't want anything. Stop about,

the bed