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.

her, he said, "Your lips are

"What?"

of the hospital's drawers. Without missing a beat, he poured it with

no need. I want some water,"

cotton bud on the

arm support her head.

done, he put away the glass, but he didn't withdraw

little room for himself. However, seeing as the hospital bed didn't suit his tall height, he had to curl one of his legs just because he was afraid

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

couldn't help but lean against his hold. In such a way, his warm hands

beside me? Didn't you hear what the

she teased.

I did." He moved closer

to scold me." He landed

couldn't help but be

your wound still

bandage wrapped around her head.

on her head, they needed to shave strands of her hair off. At the thought, she snorted. She must look

up that day, Jack's words

what he had

rose in her

rubble, but she found that her mind couldn't connect things together. It was partly due

and did. Her fingertips grew cold as she pulled the hem of her clothes. She wanted to ask him, wanted to

thought that she was just uneasy from not being

fall asleep?" he asked, gazing

sudden show of affection, she tried to withdraw her

gave up

You

her eyebrows as she tried to remember what

trying to ask for

feel like I'm being buried under

she couldn't go

eyes, the fear of being suppressed under the rubble

would open her eyes immediately as her

her head, she could smell the soil underneath her, as if trying to

the lamp couldn't

"Give me a minute."

watched him as he let

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

fact, it was enough for them to lie side by

carried her body to adjust

in his arms. She could hear his heartbeat as her

made room for himself to snuggle

Rachel realized what he was going

his arm and