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

better or just pretending,

losing a loved one isn't something you recover from quickly.

you just have to let things

can and

...

my hand tightly when he saw me, and then quickly closed his

it if you weren't paying

He's definitely thinking of you but his body isn't allowing much. Seeing you safe and sound here must have reassured him,"

from Gregory's forehead and sighed

didn't disturb us any further and joined Dr. Andrews on the sofa to discuss some medical

understand, so I just leaned

bit, I'd check

fluctuating, my heart

because of me,

after

"You're overthinking again."

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

so much, I thought you had a fever and

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

can moisten his lips with a cotton

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

the bed and