Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila lay back down on her hospital bed and pulled out her phone to send a quick message.

Henry, noticing that Timothy was still standing in the hallway, tugged his sleeve and whispered, "Dad, aren't you going in to see Miss Sheila?"

She's hurt. You should at least check on her.

Jessica was fast asleep in the other room, her IV freshly hooked up. It would be a while before the nurse needed to change her drip.

Timothy and Henry entered Sheila's room together.

Sheila looked up as they came in, her voice soft but warm. "Timothy, Henry."

With an effort, she tried to sit up.

Timothy crossed the room in a few strides, grabbed a pillow, and gently tucked it behind her back to help her sit more comfortably.

Watching Timothy's caring gestures, Sheila felt a fresh wave of bitterness wash over her. He was still so gentle with her-yet she knew his heart was no longer hers alone.

She couldn't let things go on like this.

How could their love possibly make room for anyone else?

Once the pillow was in place, Timothy steadied her by the shoulders and eased her back. Henry leaned over the side of the bed, worry etched across his small face. "Miss Sheila, are you feeling any better? Does it still hurt?"

out and stroked Henry's hair, her expression tender. "With you

Will it leave

dad brought me some special scar ointment from

smile

Unless

been around lately. If it weren't for Miss Sheila keeping him company, he'd have been so lonely,

He was still angry.

going to fade anytime

easy for Jessy to come home, and now she's sick again People are at their most vulnerable when they're ill. You

Timothy nodded. "Alright."

of injuries, Timothy was relieved to see she was

Timothy to actually take her at

heart sank all over

just said people are at their most vulnerable when they're sick. Aren't you unwell, too? Dad should've stayed a little longer with

cheer her up with a bright smile. "But

his way to Jessica's room. She was still

down

room was so quiet, Jessica could hear Timothy's