Stuck in you

Rachel's dreams were sometimes about the hospital. Other times, it was about her college days or the year she went abroad alone.

It was always a dynamic story, but she could never remember what had happened. The only traces of her dreams were the feelings she felt.

When she woke up, she felt lonely and sad. She felt like she had scratched someone.

But that person did not get mad at her. Whoever she was with had been very patient and gentle.

It reminded her of her father.

She slowly opened her eyes and yawned quietly. She looked around the dark and unfamiliar room.

Beneath her, she felt her "pillow" stiffen.

Curiously, she reached out and poked it. Strangely, it was firm, but also a little soft on the sides.

It seemed to be...

A deep voice penetrated into the silence. "Are you awake?"

Her eyes widened and she raised her head up to meet Jack's eyes. She finally realized that she wasn't lying down on a pillow, but on top of his waist!

Scared, she tried to stand up quickly, but landed on Jack's chest instead. She felt their bodies clash with a thump and heard a muffled hum coming from him.

"I'm sorry." She got up and quietly sat beside him. When she saw his pale face still in pain, she realized that she must have hurt him.

Jack silently groaned. Worried, Rachel stretched out her hand and pressed his chest gently. She frowned and asked, "Where did I hit you? Does your chest hurt?"

Without saying anything, Jack frowned. He shooed her hand away and rubbed his belly with his eyes closed.

Rachel placed a hand on his belly and asked, "Is it painful here?"

Jack moved her hand away again. Rachel thought he was angry, so she just sat on her knees blankly and apologized to him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it..."

"I'm not angry," He said in a faint voice. "It's just a little painful."

Really? With a suspicious look on her face, Rachel saw Jack scrunching eyebrows. He sighed, "My feet are numb. Help me."

It was not until then that Rachel noticed that Jack had been sitting on the bed the entire time while she was asleep.

As long as Jack's legs were in a suitable position, blood would smoothly flow through his veins and eradicate the numbness.

She gently put his legs down from the bed and helped him massage them.

continue. Jack could feel his ears

the wrinkled shirt on Jack's

couldn't remember what

sat on the toilet and

a long time before coming out.

had gone. The kitchen and the dining table were

of red wine remained on the table. Rachel stared at

had only drank a little bit, but she had

and tried

the bottle and read

wasn't a lot of alcohol in the wine,

walked behind her and said, "You don't have to look at it. It's

down the bottle awkwardly. "Maybe it's because I

"No, it's all because

didn't get drunk

stayed in the bathroom long enough for him to take a bath and change his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, he challenged her.

at him and grew

wine on the table, Jack recalled how

like a totally

have happened if she was with

pulled a long face and coldly said, "Don't drink with others from now

was so mad at her. When she saw that Jack had taken the rest of the

weren't angry? If you're not angry, then

after him and asked, "Jack, are

"No, I'm not."

clearly that you are angry,"

with the bottle

do you think

was because she had slept on Jack's waist the entire

the

thought for a while and asked inquisitively, "Was

cold hum

form on her forehead. She was afraid that she might have forgotten something she had done. Cautiously, she asked, "Did

speak. He looked down at her. This innocent and confused look didn't make

face growing hot. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms, right

her head and kissed her. "Mmmph!" She let out a light gasp, and propped her hands

kissing her, he put the wine on the cabinet

her against the wall.