Stuck in you

Jonathan shook his head with a smile.

After a while, as Tracy was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard her husband calling out her name.

She opened her eyes and frowned. "What's wrong?"

There was long silence before he finally spoke again. "Jack and Rachel are incredibly troublesome."

It turned out that he was also concerned for them. Tracy's heart rose uneasily as her sleepiness dissipated.

The old man sighed. "Well, we can just agree to let them divorce if they truly wouldn't get along with each other."

Her eyes widened. "What? Are you sure?"

"What else can I do?" Jonathan shrugged helplessly. "He isn't young anymore. He might as well do what he likes."

The woman gaped at him. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish blubbering for water.

"Besides, Rachel is already a grown woman." He smiled. "We're using him to make up for her loss, but look at the way he treats her.

Don't you think it's just plain torture? Doesn't she deserve better?"

Tracy pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Do you know something?"

"What? No." He shrugged. "I just thought about it now. Let them handle their own matters. They're not children anymore."

"That's true." Tracy sighed. It was much easier to tell Jack what to do when he was much younger.

In the hospital, Rachel moved under her sheets. "I can't sleep," she uttered.

Hearing her words, Jack couldn't bear to lie down anymore. He sat up and looked around, only to see her lying quietly.

Her eyes were as black as night.

As the rain splattered against the window pane, Jack pushed aside his quilt and got out of bed. He quickly fetched her a cup of warm water.

Rachel shook her head, implying that she didn't want to drink it later. He set it on the bedside table.

"What's wrong?"

After a moment's silence, her fingers fidgeted.

She hesitated at first before replying, "Every time I close my eyes, I feel scared."

Jack's heart ached at her words. He quickly sat on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand. He smoothed over the messy strands of her hair.

"I can't sleep either. What are you thinking about? Talk to me."

Rachel tilted her head. "You can't sleep either?"

Something flashed in his eyes. His gaze quickly fell on her lips.

he said, "Your lips are a

"What?"

the hospital's drawers. Without missing a beat, he

no need. I want

placed the cotton bud on the table

leaned against the headboard and let his arm

he put away the glass, but he didn't withdraw his arm from

to make little room for himself. However, seeing as the hospital bed didn't suit his tall height, he had to curl

still unhealed wounds around her body, so he was very cautious in

a way,

beside me? Didn't you hear what the nurse

she teased.

"Of course I did." He

one's around to scold me." He

but be surprised by his

wound

the bandage wrapped around her head. She smiled bitterly. "It's not that

her head, they needed to shave strands of her hair off. At the thought,

Jack's words were interrupted

had forgotten what he had told

in her

back in the rubble, but she found that her mind couldn't

the hem of her clothes. She wanted to ask him, wanted to clear all the misconceptions in the air, but he

was just uneasy from not being able

you fall asleep?" he asked, gazing down

show of affection,

gave up

wrong? You look

remember what

to ask for

eyes, I feel like I'm being buried

sleeping pills, she couldn't

her eyes, the fear of being suppressed under the rubble appeared in her mind over and

would open her eyes immediately as her heartbeat raced in her

she could

lamp couldn't soothe her

"Give me a minute."

Rachel watched him as he let go of her hand and

bed. The bed wasn't that narrow, so he didn't need to lie

it was enough for them to lie side

to

movement was so gentle that she couldn't help but cuddle up in his arms. She could hear his heartbeat as her head was pressed

made room for himself

he was going to do,

his arm and wrapped it around