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."

receptionists. Assuming that he was a family member, they gave him the

operated there. It is on the first floor. Go

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

'Pity? For what? Wendy?

How could she be pitiful? What

off the building? Is

must be out of

she jumped

emergency department. He dryly

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

After a moment of silence, he replied,

She silently sorted documents in her hands and said, "Please have a

didn't hear what the nurse

sorry to see him out of his wits. When she saw the woman arrive at the hospital, she barely had a

she was used to seeing people at such a grave state, it was still different 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,

Instead of drinking, he asked blankly, "How was she when she

had said that she jumped from a fifteen-story building. In all honesty, she was lucky

not. And even if she could, there was a high possibility that she would either be in a vegetative state or

easy. Sit down and

nurse went back for her work after pacifying Francis. Left

did not know how long he had been sitting there. After what felt like an eternity, someone whispered in his ear that the operation had finished. He staggered to his feet and

heavy heart. A nurse had

slowly walked along the corridor, meeting Francis, who was headed towards her direction. She

didn't notice her and didn't

Rachel's side and attempted to stop Francis

The nurse tugged at his sleeve. Francis turned around and saw the doctor dressed in the light blue surgical

her bloody hands. His breath and heart rate quickened, and his pupils dilated. He walked towards her and asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, where is she? How's she? Was

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

She didn't

understood what she meant to say. His face

operation was unsuccessful. At twenty past ten this morning,

up like this. She had always spoken so softly and acted uneasy during her engagement day. Rather than looking like a bride-to-be, she looked uncomfortable on the day of the occasion, as

to tell her brother suddenly

Wendy had asked her for help, a very unnatural expression plastered on her face. Rachel groaned inwardly, 'Why hadn't