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.

Grace opening that door and walking into the

his eyes as his Adam's apple bobbed. He then said with a hoarse voice,

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

her down to

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

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

embracing her completely in his arms. He sighed

sounds

again and was relieved to feel that his fever

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

Ed didn't say anything.

don't care what you usually do,

in terrible shape. If something happens to

the aching pain in her heart when she finished

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