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.

a while, Sheila seemed to settle,

sleeping face, his expression complicated, his

dawn crept in through the hospital window that he

Timothy was

his features were striking-handsome

smile curved her lips. She knew, deep down, he still cared about

his face, but withdrew her hand,

hunched over in a chair, his coat pocket gaped open,

was always for

Either Jessica, or her.

quietly slid the box out and tucked

daylight was streaming through

triggered by anger. If you keep this up, your illness will only worsen.

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

sighed, trying his

with her. "Your

I know you're

treatment, you have no chance at

surgery may become possible."

a transplant would require a matching

this when she was

were far too many people waiting for organ transplants each

he'd warned her-chemotherapy itself might be more than

want to gamble on

with conservative treatment, she could have a little more