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.

he would always dream of Grace opening that door and walking into the room. He had dreamed of this so many times that he couldn't differentiate reality from

then said with a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. I was

from the side and forced Ed to lie

her waist, pulling her

Grace to lay beside him. She could even

couldn't sleep as her mind was filled with Anthony's words. Her hand wandered down,

his

stayed awake until 5:00 am. When she heard sounds coming from beside her, she knew Ed had

be checked his temperature on his forehead again and was

with serious side effects and wait me to talk you out of it. What are your thoughts about

Ed didn't say anything.

what you usually do, but you can't

If something happens to you

the aching pain in her heart

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