Regret Came Too Late

Ed grabbed Grace's hand and rubbed his cheek softly against her palm. "If only you really forgave me," he mumbled.

Grace helped him up with a furrowed brow. "Ed, your fever is too high. Let me send you to the hospital."

She was worried his fever would fry his brain since he was already talking nonsense.

He leaned into her arms. "I'm not going to the hospital. Grace, this is the 33rd time."

"What?"

She didn't understand his words and became even more worried by the minute. She placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature again, scared that the fever had made him delirious.

He suddenly grabbed her hand and held it in a tight fist. He placed her hand on his cheek. "It's the number of times you want to kill me."

Grace trembled slightly, and she suddenly smiled. "The fever has gotten the better of you. Go and get some sleep. We need to go to the hospital if you still have a fever after you wake up."

Whether he was willing to let her see his face he wouldn't have a say by then.

Ed was quiet for a few minutes, finally realizing he wasn't dreaming.

walking into the room. He had dreamed of this so many times that he couldn't differentiate

his Adam's apple bobbed. He then said with a hoarse voice, "I'm

a pillow from the side and forced Ed to lie down. "Get

pulling her down to lay with him. "Let's rest

couch was wide enough for Grace to lay beside him. She could even feel the

hand wandered down, touching the red bead bracelet he was wearing and the ring she

moved closer to her, embracing her completely in his

sounds coming from beside her, she

forehead again and was relieved to feel

to take a medication with serious side effects and wait me to

Ed didn't say anything.

don't care what you usually

body is already in terrible shape. If something happens

the aching pain in her heart when

went silent for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly grabbed her hand and put a pill onto her palm.