Stuck in you

Whatever it was the person on the line had said, it seemed to alarm Francis. He had make sure that he heard it correctly. "Can you repeat it again?"

Everyone glanced at one another. Francis had his back facing them, so they couldn't see his expression.

Finally, he spoke once again. "Which hospital? Okay... I'll be right there in a few minutes."

Hospital? Those in the meeting room wondered what could have happened.

Francis hung up the phone and turned around; he didn't look well. He silently closed his eyes, bowed his head and rubbed temples in frustration and anguish.

When he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot red. The others wondered what had transpired in the conversation and waited for him to speak.

But Francis staggered to the entrance of the conference room. He paused, remembering that there were other people in the room as well.

With caution, he stopped and turned around. "The meeting has been adjourned," he said in a hoarse voice.

They noticed his hesitation and secretly wondered what had caused his change in mood.

They got their answer a few days later, after finding out that his fiancee had committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Francis sped to the hospital. He arrived at the entrance, floating and pale-faced. The nurses mistook him for a patient who wanted to make an appointment for a doctor.

He began to pick up speed as he tried to search for what he was looking for. But like a headless chicken, Francis realized that he didn't even know where he was going, let alone which operating room his fiancee was in.

Standing in the corridor, he looked around blankly, as if he didn't even know where he was.

It was not until he encountered a nurse holding the medicine plate that he came back to his senses. He felt as if he wasn't himself at all.

He reached out and grabbed the nurse's arm. She shrieked in surprise, almost dropping the tray in her hand.

Francis held her up. He was panting and gulping for air like a dying fish on the bank of a river. "Miss, please help me. The one who just jumped off the building...which floor is she on?"

The nurse's frightened face contorted into a confused expression. She shook her head and said, "I'm so sorry, but I don't know. You can ask the receptionist."

Without waiting for another word, Francis ran towards the reception. Sweating, he anxiously asked, "Where is the female patient that arrived a few minutes ago? Which floor is she on? Please. I need to know."

The two receptionists looked at each other, not understanding who he was trying to look for. Out of courtesy, one of them carefully asked, "Which patient are you looking for?"

Francis replied with a pale face, "The one who jumped off a building."

of the receptionists. Assuming that he

being operated there. It is on the first floor. Go straight and then turn right.

a thank you, Francis headed towards the direction. From afar, he faintly heard them

'Pity? For what? Wendy?

is ridiculous. How could she be pitiful? What

off the building?

must be

jumped off

the emergency department. He dryly asked, "The one who

patient. "She is in the operating room right now. Are you a

his lips. After a moment of silence, he replied, "I'm

of pity flashed across the nurse's eyes. She silently sorted documents in her hands and said, "Please have a seat

Francis stood still, as if didn't hear what the nurse

woman arrive at the hospital, she

for their families to witness such situations. They were usually the ones who couldn't bear to see their loved ones like this. She helped Francis sit on the sofa and gave him a cup of water. "Drink it. Don't worry," she said,

drinking, he asked blankly, "How was she when she arrived? Is she okay? Will she

she jumped from a fifteen-story

if she

it easy. Sit down and wait for

nurse went back for her work after pacifying Francis. Left alone, he

an eternity, someone whispered in his ear that the operation had finished. He staggered to his feet

out of the operating room with a heavy heart. A nurse had

her direction. She stopped in

she was a ghost, Francis didn't notice her and didn't even see that

stood by Rachel's side and

is here..." The nurse tugged at his sleeve. Francis turned

He walked towards

because of the mask on her face. She didn't want to tell him the truth, seeing that it might only hurt him. With a heavy sigh,

last time.' She

of her sentence, Francis understood what she meant to say. His face

operation was unsuccessful. At twenty past ten this morning, she died in

so softly and acted uneasy during her engagement day.

Wendy asked her to tell her brother

her for help, a very unnatural expression plastered on her face. Rachel groaned inwardly,