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."

days ago after Celia left the hospital. She was fascinated to find out that Jack patiently waited for

fortune teller and asked about her fate. She wanted to know when she'd meet a

fortune teller frowned at her and shook

asked

to beat fast. "Can't I

he replied, "Your fate is not very good. Even if you finally

events. "How could you trust the words of that charlatan?"

bracelet

She was completely speechless. She didn't know whether Celia

bullied by some mean individual. He found it hard to believe the true reason even

oily clumps, he decided against his initial plan. "This is so crazy yet so adorable at the same time," he said in

not stupid. I was badly upset by some certain scene!" Celia looked at Jack and Rachel with eyes

her right hand at the back of her waist. "I

will look after her," Marcus interrupted in a husky and determined voice. He stared at her eyes steadily and then suddenly looked away. He never expected that he would utter

in the mood to participate and simply maintained all of his

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

weather was always unpredictable. When Rachel left for the hospital, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. When they left the hospital, rain has started to

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

their relationship seemed to have improved somewhat and they both

stared at her silently. She stared out at the scenery that passed by outside the window. He chuckled softly and asked, "Celia

"Did you really

halt

to Rachel with a surprised look. "How did you know? Rachel, you know I didn't mean anything malicious,"

replied in

of the car to Jack. "Keep driving.

move forward once more and smoothly straightened itself on the lane. Jack felt nervous. He was afraid that Rachel might overthink what he did. A rare trace of hesitation masked his face as he drove the car. "Rachel, you know I don't do things just

sleep that evening. So I

that you really

do something for you or not," Jack replied in

twice with his long slender forefinger. "My feelings for you has never changed

sleeping dogs lie, Jack. Isn't it good the way

were friends, but

lips. 'What do I need to do? How long do I need to wait before

her face away and avoided looking at Jack during the rest of the trip. Her breathing

over the years, Rachel was no longer the naive girl who used to believe that love was just a matter between

were just so many things that could never be recovered

factors involved in their relationship, like Celine's constant

walked with a downcast look on her face and a brown paper box in her arms. The box was filled with the things that were on her desk