"Bro, your leg still hasn't healed!" Lynn Preston was frantic, rushing to follow him.
"Sonia... Sonia!!"
Felix Preston limped frantically to the stretcher, shoved Mina Jennings aside, and took Sonia Quincy's hand in his.
Looking at Sonia's deathly pale face, the words Felix had prepared for so long were suddenly stuck in his throat.
"Sonia..." His throat convulsed a few times before he could force out her name. "Sonia, I'm sorry."
A thousand words rushed to his lips, but all that came out was a choked, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
He apologized to Sonia, full of regret. The moment he remembered how he'd ignored her while sulking, he wanted nothing more than to slap himself.
"I'm sorry, Sonia. It's all my fault... I shouldn't have been sulking with you. I shouldn't have ignored you. I'm sorry..."
Hot tears blurred Felix's vision. Unable to see Sonia's face clearly, he could only reach out a trembling hand to gently caress her cheek.
