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 find a way to get away from

answer the doctor's questions aloud. Flustered, she mimed writing

"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 be able to handle it. Please-I'm begging you-help me keep this from

was the only way she could appeal to the doctor's compassion, hoping he

this. Your family will find out eventually, and they'll only worry more if you keep it from them. The outcome won't change

go abroad soon, hoping doctors

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 more determined

she didn't want them

A friend recommended a specialist overseas. I'm planning to go soon and see if my

kept her secret before, moyed by the sight of

repeated hospital visits, always for some minor complication, made it harder for

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

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