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 still

genuinely feeling better or just pretending, they

a loved one isn't something you recover

have to let

what you can and leave the rest

...

tightly when he saw me, and

you'd miss it

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

sweat from Gregory's

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

didn't understand, so I just leaned by

a bit, I'd check his

my

worse because of me,

after another, never

"You're overthinking again."

Gregory opening his eyes, asking, "Were

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

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

moisten his lips

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

the