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."

slight change in the expressions of the receptionists. Assuming that he was a family

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

Francis headed towards the direction. From afar, he

'Pity? For what? Wendy?

is ridiculous. How could she be pitiful? What the hell was this

the building?

be out of her

dare she jumped off

He dryly asked, "The one who jumped off the

nurse widened her eyes in recognition of the patient. "She is in the operating

moment of silence, he

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

as if didn't

wits. When she saw the woman arrive at the hospital, she barely had a pulse. She was very close

situations. They were usually the ones who couldn't bear to see their loved ones like this. She helped Francis sit

and whispered thanks. Instead of drinking, he asked blankly, "How was she when she arrived? Is

definitely not okay. When the medics found her, bystanders had said that she jumped from a fifteen-story building. In all honesty, she was

she would be able to recover or not. And even if she could, there was a high possibility that she would either

the nurse comforted him, "Take it easy. Sit

Francis. Left alone, he watched as the

like an eternity, someone whispered in his ear that the operation had finished. He staggered to his feet and followed the nurse, not

heavy heart. A nurse

Francis, who was headed towards her direction.

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

by Rachel's side and attempted to

The nurse tugged at his sleeve. Francis turned around and saw the doctor dressed

rate quickened, and his pupils dilated. He walked towards her and asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, where is she?

tell him the truth, seeing that it might only hurt him. With a

last time.' She didn't finish

only saying half of her sentence, Francis understood what she meant to say. His

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

spoken so softly and acted uneasy during her engagement day. Rather than looking like a bride-to-be, she looked uncomfortable on

tell her brother suddenly

signs had been pre-empted. Wendy had asked her for help, a very unnatural expression plastered