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 a little

"What?"

the hospital's drawers. Without missing a beat,

I want some

quickly placed the cotton bud on the table and

leaned against the headboard and let his arm support her

he put away the glass, but

bed didn't suit

were still unhealed wounds around her body, so

In such a way, his warm hands gave her comfort that she had never felt in

sit beside me? Didn't you hear what

she teased.

did." He moved

here while no one's around to scold

couldn't help but be surprised

wound

around her head. She

the doctors need to sew up the wound on her head, they needed to shave strands of her hair off. At

woke up that day, Jack's words were interrupted by the

what he

in

tried to recall what had happened back in the rubble, but she found that her mind couldn't connect things together. It

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

thought that she was just uneasy from not being able to fall

he asked, gazing

sudden show of affection, she tried to

up soon

wrong? You

she tried to remember what Jack had said to her

he trying to ask for

feel like I'm being

the sleeping pills, she couldn't go

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

immediately as her heartbeat

to her fear. Whenever she turned her head, she could smell the soil underneath her, as

lamp couldn't soothe her

"Give me a minute."

watched him as he let

bed wasn't that narrow, so

enough for them to lie side by

to adjust her position on the

but cuddle up in his arms. She could

for himself to snuggle

what he was going to do, she

his arm and