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.

to get away from

have her phone, and she couldn't answer the doctor's

pen. Jessica, hands trembling with weakness, scribbled a message: "Doctor, I'm sorry, but I can't be admitted right now. My husband is outside. If he

appeal to the doctor's compassion, hoping he might keep her secret a

sighed. "But you're running out of time. You can't keep avoiding this. Your family will find out eventually, and they'll only worry more if you keep it from

plans to go abroad soon, hoping doctors there could give

hadn't wanted Timothy or Henry to know-she thought they wouldn't care, and she couldn't bear to be hurt by their indifference. But now, she was even

she didn't want them

and see if

her secret before, moyed by the

hospital visits, always for some minor

But seeing her

handed back the notepad and pen, closed