Stuck in you

'Hypoglycemia?' Rachel was confused.

Celia always liked eating. She always said that she would rather die eating than die starving. It was hard to believe that she had hypoglycemia.

Rachel was restless while she sat and was about to stand up, but Jack pressed her shoulder to prevent her from standing.

She was surprised that Jack seemed to know exactly what to ask the attending doctor. "Does her hypoglycemia have anything to do with her diet?"

"It is probably from very low blood sugar that resulted from going on a diet to lose weight," the doctor replied with a frown. "What puzzles me, though, is why a good-looking girl like her has a very bad hygiene.

Don't worry about the rashes on her face. That's just skin allergy. You're her friends. Talk to her about maintaining proper hygiene. It doesn't matter how good your figure is. If you don't have good personal hygiene, then you'd still be unattractive to guys."

'What? Celia doesn't have a good personal hygiene?'

Rachel wondered to herself.

She doubted whether the patient that the doctor described was really Celia. 'Maybe it's a completely different girl who has the same name.'

They entered the ward and the sight that greeted them made Rachel gasp in surprise. They found it hard to believe that the girl who sat on the bed was really Celia.

Celia looked like she hadn't washed her hair, or anything else, in a very long time. Her hair was in large oily clumps and the rashes on her face made her look creepy. There was a strong pungent smell that wafted off her body. There was a faint smell of perfume, but it wasn't enough to completely mask the unpleasant smell.

"Celia! What happened to you?" Rachel exclaimed right away when she finally recognized Celia despite her wretched state.

Celia's face suddenly flushed like freshly-picked tomatoes. She turned her head down and stared at the floor in embarrassment. "You didn't have to come here, Rachel," she said in a soft tone of voice.

She felt herself crushed by the weight of embarrassment at her state as she faced her guests.

"We were talking on the phone, but you suddenly stopped speaking. A waiter from that coffee shop said that you were brought to the hospital. There was no way that we would not come here to check on you," Rachel explained patiently.

The smell became so unbearable inside the ward that Rachel was forced to pinch her nose. "What happened to your hair?" she asked as she pointed at her own hair.

Celia raised her head up slightly that revealed her sad eyes. She stared at Jack who stood next to Rachel. He had an emotionless face, but his gaze never left Rachel. Marcus stood at Jack's opposite side with a frown. "Can you two leave us for a while?" Celia asked Jack and Marcus in a gentle voice.

"No way!"

Jack and Marcus answered at the same time.

Jack didn't want to leave because Rachel was here, while Marcuse refused to leave because of Celia.

Celia knew that there was no escape for her, she had to explain what happened. She sighed as she bit her lips and thought about the best words to use to say what she had to say. "I wanted to find my Mr. Right."

Celia left the hospital. She was fascinated to

instinctively went to a local fortune teller and asked about her fate. She wanted to know when she'd meet a man who would love and protect her

at her and shook his head. "It is truly unfortunate," he

mean?" Celia asked in a

started to

fortune teller sighed heavily before he replied, "Your fate is not very good. Even if you finally meet your true

recounting of the events. "How could

crystal bracelet and wear it for three months. During the same time,

was completely speechless. She didn't

some mean individual. He found it hard to believe the true reason even after he heard it with his own

oily clumps, he decided against

scene!" Celia looked at Jack and Rachel with

her right hand at the back of her waist. "I am really worried about you, Celia. I'm afraid you'll be

Rachel. I will look after her," Marcus interrupted in a husky and determined voice. He stared at her eyes steadily and

in the mood to participate and simply

already here to help, I will get Rachel back home. Her waist is still not back to normal.

left for the hospital, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. When they left the hospital, rain has started to fall

the passenger seat. A waist cushion comfortably supported her back that Jack seemed to have pulled out from

two days, their relationship seemed to have improved somewhat and they both

Rachel and stared at her silently. She stared out at the scenery that passed by outside the window. He

looked away as she asked, "Did you really stay outside my ward the

suddenly screeched to a halt in the middle

you know I didn't

Jack," Rachel replied in a solemn

their car and she pointed at the front of the car to Jack. "Keep driving.

lane. Jack felt nervous. He was afraid that Rachel might overthink what he did. A rare trace of hesitation masked

evening. So I stayed

that you really don't have to

would be the judge of whether I should do something for you or not," Jack replied in

tapped on it twice with his long slender forefinger. "My feelings for

it good the way we are right now? Don't

friends, but more

How long do I need to wait before you come back to me?'

looking at Jack during the rest of the trip. Her breathing didn't take

the things that happened over the years, Rachel was no longer the naive girl who used to believe that love

so many things that could never be recovered no matter how hard they wanted them

just too many factors involved

brown paper box in her arms. The