Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sallie hung up the phone and hurried toward the operating room.

She arrived to find Herbert holding Jessica upright while a nurse urged Jessica to sign the critical condition consent form.

Her grandfather had just come out of a coma-he was barely conscious, still weak and pale. Her father hadn't woken up yet. Jessica, shaken and distraught, was in no state to sign anything.

Sallie herself was far from calm; her palms were slick with cold sweat as she rushed down the hallway. But she forced herself to focus. She had to hold it together.

Herbert tried to reason with Jessica, his voice gentle but urgent. "Whenever a patient's in a life-threatening crisis, the doctors always ask for this consent form. It doesn't mean there's no hope. There's still a chance they can save him."

As a doctor himself, Herbert understood the situation all too well. It was protocol- grim as it sounded, the family had to sign, even if it meant the outlook was bleak. But the emergency team wouldn't stop trying.

Jessica's right hand trembled violently as she gripped the pen.

"We can't wait any longer," the nurse pressed, her tone clipped and insistent.

"I'll sign." Sallie stepped in, taking the pen from Jessica's shaking hand. She scanned the document-internal bleeding, old injuries aggravated by new trauma, a severe laceration on the forehead, and the threat of a fatal cerebral hemorrhage.

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest, but she forced herself to sign her name.

doors swung shut with a heavy thud that echoed down

felt her own heart

was cold and silent, the only movement coming from the light above the operating

against the wall, drained of all strength. Herbert held onto her, but she felt weightless, as if gravity was dragging her downward

sit down," Herbert offered, steadying

head. "I can't

her feet

used to tell her that every hardship she faced was a stepping stone that would make her stronger, that one day she'd leave them behind.

illness hadn't broken her. But the thought of Timothy dying-this pain cut deeper

finally walked away, all she could do was tyto take her love back, but in these last few months, she hadn't managed to

light that had illuminated her world at

the wild flutter of her heart-how it had changed her. In

motion,

longer

more force that momentum