Geoff lay curled up in bed, gripping at his blanket with tears in his eyes.
Tulip was still too ill to move about. She should have stayed in his bed and rested.
"Lucky... why did you leave...?"
If he was here, he wouldn't have let this happen. She'd still be alive, right here.
"...Why did you leave, Luckydoo...?"
"...I'm so sorry..."