Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He still hadn't managed to explain things to Jessica.

"Timothy..."

Sheila, still unconscious, murmured Timothy's name in a dreamlike whisper.

Kane immediately turned his head and saw that Timothy had already turned away.

"Timothy, are you leaving?"

"Timothy... Timothy... I won't let anything happen to you... Timothy..."

Sheila's brows were tightly furrowed, her lips moving restlessly as she called out his name over and over.

Kane assumed Sheila needed Timothy.

But only Timothy truly understood what she was saying.

She was having a nightmare...

Timothy turned and walked back to her bedside.

Kane rose from his chair, pressed his lips together, and said carelessly, "She clearly needs you more. I'll get out of your way."

With that, Kane left the room.

Timothy sat down, his brow furrowed with worry.

Sheila seemed to settle, her

sleeping face, his expression complicated, his thoughts impossible to

dawn crept in through the hospital window that he finally nodded

opened her eyes, Timothy was

features were

faint smile curved her lips. She knew, deep down,

touch his face, but

in a chair, his coat pocket gaped open, revealing

jewelry, it was always

Either Jessica, or her.

slid the box out and

daylight was streaming through

up at once. "Ms. Greene, you have liver cancer. You must avoid emotional stress. Yesterday, your internal bleeding and vomiting were triggered by anger. If you keep this up, your illness will only worsen. I strongly recommend

up her phone and typed a message: I understand. I won't let myself get

trying his

her. "Your

treat. I know

to accept, but if you refuse treatment, you have no chance at all. Medicine

surgery may become possible."

a transplant would

doctor had explained all this when she was

far too many people

he'd warned her-chemotherapy itself might be

want

she could have a little