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

apple bobbed. He then said with a hoarse voice, "I'm fine.

pillow from the side and forced

hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down to

lay beside him. She could even feel

sleep as her mind was filled with Anthony's words. Her hand wandered down, touching the red bead bracelet he was wearing and

closer to her, embracing her completely in his arms. He sighed

5:00 am. When she heard sounds coming from beside

his forehead again and was relieved to feel that his fever was

a medication with serious side effects and wait me to talk you out of it. What are

Ed didn't say anything.

you usually do, but you

is already in terrible shape. If something happens to

in her heart when she

hand and put a pill onto her palm. "I won't eat it