Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Henry paced anxiously outside Sheila's emergency room, looking every bit the little grown-up as he wore a path back and forth.

Meanwhile, Timothy was waiting outside the door of Jessica's emergency room.

Jessica had collapsed from a sudden high fever brought on by stress. It wasn't long before she gradually opened her eyes, still groggy. Her attending physician, noticing she was awake, hurried to her side.

"Ms. Greene, you can't keep neglecting your health like this! Your condition is already serious, and now you've let yourself get soaked and come down with a high fever. You have to be admitted for treatment-no more delays!"

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Jessica remembered fainting in Timothy's

arms.

Did he bring her to the hospital?

If he was just outside, it wouldn't take much for him to find out about her cancer.

If he knew, there was no way he'd let her keep working. She couldn't let that happen.

had to find a way to

answer the doctor's

a message: "Doctor, I'm sorry, but I can't be admitted right now. My husband is outside. If he finds out I have cancer, he won't

she could appeal to the doctor's

Your family will find out eventually, and they'll only worry more if you keep it from them. The outcome won't change by hiding it, but treatment could give

already made plans to go abroad soon, hoping doctors there could give her a better prognosis,

care, and she couldn't bear to be hurt by their

she didn't want them

"Thank you. A friend recommended a specialist overseas. I'm planning to go soon and see if my chances improve. Please, just help

before, moyed

hospital visits, always for some

be admitted, to keep her from getting worse. But seeing her so desperate, he couldn't bring himself

handed back the notepad and pen, closed her eyes, and soon drifted off