Goodbye, Mr. Regret

All they could do was wait-wait for Timothy to come out.

Herbert, worried Jessica might collapse, scooped her up and carried her over to the lounge, gently settling her on a chair.

Sallie didn't like seeing Jessica so close to someone else, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Half an hour crept by. Once Phelps and Naylor had finally recovered a bit, Naylor helped Phelps to the waiting area outside the operating room as well.

No one spoke.

Everyone's thoughts were fixed on Timothy's injuries.

Time stretched endlessly.

To the Lawson family, Timothy was their hope.

And for Jessica, the thought of Timothy in danger was unbearable.

Divorce was divorce, but she'd never wished pain or suffering on him-let alone death.

Especially not now, when he'd gotten hurt saving her and Herbert.

come barreling toward them on his bike, her initial reaction had been anger-she thought he was

wouldn't stop

that day, too, taking

having family around lifted a patient's spirits, and this was a chance for him to do his

son.

slipped away to visit Henry's room. After all, Henry

before; to him,

was

a pair of nurses talking. "Poor kid-so father's in surgery. Two of

already, and now his

helping with Naylor and Phelps moments earlier, told him Timothy

the stairs two at a time to the third-floor operating

he immediately saw Herbert beside Jessica in the lounge. Jessica was pale, her body shivering now

in front of her,

she'd held back for so

of everyone else, but never with Vince. He always managed to comfort her, no

"Big brother..."

didn't know why Jessica was