Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She still needed to confirm which hospital it was.

When Timothy left the house, he'd only caught a glimpse of the ambulance's rear bumper-he hadn't seen which hospital it belonged to.

Henry was still half-conscious when they brought him out, his cheeks flushed with fever.

Timothy's expression was grim.

If Jessica had done her job, Henry wouldn't be suffering through this.

They settled Henry into a hospital room while Timothy waited anxiously outside. He questioned the nurse and learned that Henry's high fever had triggered the coma-a mild case of pneumonia, they said. Recovery would take some time, but there was no need to worry.

Timothy stepped into the room. Sheila was gently wiping Henry's face with a damp cloth. When she noticed Timothy, she looked up and said, "Timothy, you should go check on Jessica."

Without waiting for a reply, Sheila turned her attention back to Henry, carefully cleaning his hands.

Timothy's frustration only deepened. These were things Jessica should have been doing.

He stepped out

taken to Riverside General Hospital, the one close to your

hung up and stepped into the

want anyone else to know about her cancer. She told the doctor she'd already been tested at Capital City Hospital and insisted she needed to

into the hospital, the room was empty. He asked

chest burned with

phone and, almost without thinking, dialed Jessica's number. Then he remembered she'd blocked him. Just as he was

of a cab, saw Timothy's name flash on her screen. She suddenly recalled that, when she'd been trapped in the car-sick and desperate—she'd removed his number from her blocked list so she

Jessica calmly added Timothy's number to

only poured fuel on Timothy's

notification popped up—an unread message. He opened it: a missed call alert from Jessica, just after nine

He quickly tried her number again, but

seen his call just now