Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Herbert turned his head, his expression weary.

"Thank you," Sallie said softly.

Herbert looked away, not saying a word. He just didn't have the strength anymore.

Jessica gently pushed his wheelchair out of the room.

Henry watched as Jessica disappeared down the hallway, tears shimmering in his eyes. He wanted to run after her, but he was afraid she'd push him away.

Just then, Timothy was wheeled out.

All eyes immediately shifted to him.

He was still unconscious, drifting in a medicated sleep. But since the doctors had confirmed he was out of danger, they didn't send him back to the ICU—just a regular hospital room this time.

A nurse came over, her tone firm but kind. There were too many people crowding around, she explained, and it would disturb the patient's rest. Timothy was still under anesthesia and wouldn't be waking up soon, so they couldn't all stay in the room.

So Yates, Kane, and Vince waited outside.

Naylor, and

"Go tell Grandpa the good news. If he hears Timothy's going to

right now," Thurston

aching. "Aunt Sallie, why

was gentle. "A beam fell on him. It could have been so much worse, but he's safe now.

IV. Naylor took Henry

tension that had gripped her heart all

remembered before the surgery, Jessica

him, Sallie tried to gently pry open his fist, but his

cheek with trembling fingers, her heart aching for him. "Oh, Timothy why are you so stubborn? If you care about her, why didn't you say something sooner? Why did you let Sheila get so close, when

Jessica had learned Herbert had spent

anxiety for Timothy grew. What if Jessica chose Herbert? What would become of

a private room to rest. After settling

and quietly

take it right away. Instead, he studied her face, his voice tentative. "Is it because I saved