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.

couldn't hold back any longer. She staggered to him, her

"Warmth "

he was too weak to move. All he could

fluttered shut

"Timothy, Timothy..."

wake up! Don't fall asleep, do you hear

still sick. Don't think you can use this as an excuse to leave him with

"Timothy..."

his

flickered again and again, but he just

without tears falling, Herbert could see the panic

He felt it too.

to Jessica, Herbert couldn't just stand by, not after witnessing Timothy throw himself into

She'll

she pulled off her scarf and pressed

scarf soaked through almost instantly,

lost so

pounded

he'd

wounds hadn't evemet