Lost Me Gained Regret



"No, it's not like that..."

Gregory paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Your palms have been sweaty, and at one point, you gripped my hand so tight. That's how I knew you were overthinking."

"Jane, don't punish yourself for someone else's mistakes."

I opened my mouth, wanting him to stop talking for a moment.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

But before I could utter a sound, he closed his eyes again.

"

"I

Even in his condition, he was trying to comfort me. What reason did I have to trap myself in a self-imposed prison?

...

After Christine and Dailey brought back dinner and I had eaten, Christine insisted I get some rest while she kept watch.

I asked her to wait a moment and went to Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews, saying, "You both should get some sleep. I'll call you if anything comes up.' Dr. Andrews was okay with it, but Mr. Abdul had been pushing himself too hard.

Thinking it was pointless for everyone to be up, I decided to rest as well.

I asked Lucius, "Could you set up another bed for me? I'll sleep here."

The VIP ward beds were quite large, but with Gregory's serious injuries, I wanted to ensure he had plenty of space.

Lucius took care of it.

I told Christine, "You should rest in the next room."

"

Christine disagreed, "Don't worry about me. I should be the one watching over him. Plus, in case of an emergency, I can run fast and call for help."

"I'm already here, might as well stay in the room and keep an eye on him."

"You've been busy all day; you need to get some rest."

"Please, go."

Christine was about to protest, but I firmly pushed her out.

"Just call me if anything happens, don't run around on your own."

"Okay."

Dailey followed her out.

After Lucius and his team set up the bed, he reassured me, "Jane, I'm just next door. Shout for me if you need anything. Mr. Abdul mentioned you should be resting."

I nodded, "I won't take any risks with the baby, don't worry."

Once Lucius left, the room fell silent.

Noticing Gregory's dry lips, I moistened them with a wet cotton swab.

Without any sleepiness, I sat down by the bed.

I changed his fever patch and monitored his temperature.

Every so often, he would wake up, look at me for a few seconds, then, reassured, go back to sleep.

Just when thought he was stable and

about to lie down, the

ang sound.

monitoring device suddenly biel

I rushed to the door, calling for Lucius.

Lucius immediately went to fetch Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews.

Hearing the commotion, Christine, came out and said to me, "Don't panic, fake a deep breath. Everything will be alright; he's always had a strong constitution."

Some emotions can't be controlled by will.

Feeling a surge of warmth, I hurried to the bathroom.

"Christine!"

"I'm here, I'm here," she assured me from the doorway.

"Get Mr. Abdul, please."

"Right away."

After Christine called for him, I heard her inform Mr. Abdul, "Jane's having trouble."

Dr. Andrews took Gregory to the emergency room first.

Mr. Abdul came to ask about my condition.

I pressed my lips together, "I'm bleeding."

Mr. Abdul handed Christine some medicine, "Give this to her and make sure she doesn't move."

He left in a hurry after speaking.

Christine entered the bathroom, handing me the medicine and some warm water.

After taking it, I felt a bit better but attempted to stand.

"Don't move," she insisted.

Christine then went out and returned with a wheelchair, complete with a cushion on it.

"I know you're worried about

Gregory, but let me push you there. Just tell me what you need; you

shouldn't be walking back and forth."

Knowing my condition wasn't great, I replied, "I appreciate your help."

"Talking like that, making it sound so formal," she chided.

I sat in the wheelchair, and Christine pushed me out, draping a blanket over me for warmth.