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."

a slight change in the expressions of the receptionists. Assuming that he was a family member, they gave him the information he asked

towards the emergency department, she is being operated there. It is on the first

direction. From afar, he faintly heard them saying

'Pity? For what? Wendy?

pitiful? What the hell was this

the building?

She must be out of her

she jumped off the

the emergency department. He

is in the operating

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

silently sorted documents in her hands and said, "Please have a seat for a moment. The doctor will inform you when the operation

as if didn't hear what

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

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, softly smiling to

drinking, he asked blankly, "How was she when

When the medics found her, bystanders had said that she jumped from a fifteen-story building. In all honesty, she was lucky that they

even if she could, there was a high possibility that she would either be in a vegetative state or

comforted him, "Take it easy. Sit down

after pacifying Francis. Left alone, he watched as

in his ear that the operation had finished. He staggered to his feet and followed the

heart. A nurse had informed her that the patient's family

Francis, who was headed towards her direction. She stopped in surprise;

ghost, Francis didn't notice her and didn't even see

side and

at his sleeve. Francis turned around and saw the doctor dressed in the

bloody hands. His breath and heart rate quickened, and his pupils dilated. He walked towards

him the truth, seeing that it might only hurt him.

She didn't finish

only saying half of her sentence, Francis understood what she meant to say. His face was as pale as a ghost. He slowly dragged himself towards

jumped down from their place on the fifteenth floor. The rescue operation was unsuccessful. At twenty past ten this morning, she died in the

end up like this. She had always spoken so softly and acted uneasy during her engagement day. Rather than looking like a

words that Wendy asked her to tell her

Wendy had asked her for help, a very unnatural expression plastered on her face. Rachel