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 get away from him, and

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

admitted right now.

the doctor's

keep it from them. The outcome won't change by hiding it, but treatment could give you a chance. Think about

understood that. She'd already made plans to go abroad soon, hoping doctors there could give her

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

she didn't

a specialist overseas. I'm planning to go soon and see if my chances improve. Please, just help me keep this from my family

before, moyed by the sight

woman facing terminal illness alone. But Jessica's repeated hospital visits, always for some minor complication, made

seeing her so desperate, he couldn't bring himself to

closed her eyes, and soon drifted off