Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He barely had time to react before the wooden beam crashed down, striking him squarely on the head.

He crumpled to the ground, blood welling from his forehead—at first a trickle, then a steady stream, as if a spring had burst open.

Jessica's vision blurred, everything tinted crimson.

In that split second, Herbert understood why Timothy had swerved his bike into theirs.

He'd done it to save them.

Herbert scrambled to his feet and pulled Jessica up, quickly moving toward Timothy.

But Timothy, struggling, turned his head to look at Jessica.

His eyelids drooped, heavy with the effort, but he forced them open, refusing to

look away.

"Timothy, are you alright? I'm calling an ambulance right now."

Herbert crouched beside him, worry etched across his face as he fumbled for his phone and dialed emergency services.

Suddenly, Timothy's chest heaved, his whole body trembling. He pressed his lips together, but blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He could barely breathe, his mouth filling with blood until he had to let it spill out. His body kept convulsing, but his gaze never wavered from Jessica.

back any longer. She staggered to him,

"Warmth "

reach for her, but he was too weak to move. All

eyelids fluttered shut and

"Timothy, Timothy..."

fall asleep, do you hear me? Don't you dare fall

sick. Don't think you can use this as an excuse to

"Timothy..."

to his hand, gently

eyelids flickered again and again, but he just couldn't

falling, Herbert could see the panic and

He felt it too.

his anger at Timothy and everything he'd done to Jessica, Herbert couldn't just stand by, not after witnessing

She'll be okay," Herbert

pulled off her scarf and pressed it against the gash on

scarf soaked through almost instantly, no match for the

already lost so much

heart pounded in

he'd

his wounds hadn't evemet