Stuck in you

"Mrs. Fu, what happened with you?" Austin asked in a concerned tone.

"My back hurts," Jack complained as he pointed at an area of his back.

Austin did not waste time and went to Jack's aid. He positioned himself at Jack's back and helped him stretch his back. "Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes, better," Jack replied, obviously relieved.

Austin massaged his wrist gently as he turned it clockwise. "What did you do last night that hurt your back?" he asked.

"I slept on the floor," Jack replied lightly.

He initially planned to sleep inside Rachel's bedroom for an entire week, but it had only been one night, and his experience made him doubt that he could complete the entire week.

He didn't want to injure his back before he could get Rachel back.

"Is there something wrong with your bed, Mrs. Fu? Do you want me to call a furniture shop and order a new bed for you?" Austin offered.

"No. But thanks, anyway," Jack replied. He waved his hand at Austin that indicated that he could leave his office. He stared blankly at the floor of his office for a brief moment after Austin had left. Austin's words gave him an idea.

It was almost morning when Rachel finally fell asleep because of what happened the evening before. She struggled to get up and go to work in time. However, since she lacked sleep, she felt tired during her entire shift.

She hurried to leave the hospital as soon as she ended her shift. When she got back home, she casually threw her handbag on the sofa in the living room. She then dragged herself up to the bedroom to get some much needed rest. When she opened the door to her bedroom, she was so surprised with the sight that greeted her that she stood at the door for some time.

Her bedroom was drastically rearranged while she was at work.

Her bed was moved to one side that was closer to the window. The single bed in the study was then moved into her bedroom and occupied the space near the opposite wall of the window.

There was still a small space between the two beds that was big enough for a bedside table.

"Jack!" Rachel shouted out. Displeasure could clearly be heard in her voice.

Jack rushed out of the bathroom and stared at Rachel. "Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

Rachel pointed at the single bed with a frown. "Why did you move the single bed here?" she asked.

"There are mosquitoes in the study," Jack complained to her.

Getting into a confrontation regarding the bed was inevitable, but she never expected that she would ultimately fail in this confrontation. She silently watched the almost unnoticeable smile on Jack's face as she felt her heart get filled with both helplessness and joy.

Jack stood in front of her without moving. He simply stared at her with the same expression on his face. After some time had passed, he raised a hand to the air as if he was about to promise something to her. "Rachel, we were just fine last night. I promise you, we will be fine too in the coming days. I'm sure of this."

then approached him and poked his forehead gently with her forefinger. She had the same sweet smile

and picked up the phone. It was a call from Bill. He

after she answered the phone. So, Jack rushed to her and stuck his ear on one side of the phone to listen to whoever it was that talked from the other end

away and whispered to him, "Stop

tonight. I'm not kidding," Bill said

into the receiver of the phone, "It's a kid who was making

asked. His voice was filled with the hope

suddenly looked serious and approached Rachel. "Rachel, get yourself ready. We're going out," he said in a commanding tone of voice. He made sure that his voice was loud enough to be heard

as he sat on the sofa. He stared blankly at his phone. He felt certain that

because of him that Rachel refused to go out with me?' he

to pick up the chopsticks to start eating when he noticed Bill from the corner of his eye. He turned to him and watched him stare blankly at his phone. "Didn't you say that you would ask Rachel out tonight?" he asked in a puzzled

was already on his way out to meet Rachel. It was the reason

sat down in front of him. He sighed dejectedly

"Why?" Andy asked confused.

just not born to be with each other. My health..." This was always the thought that weighed heavily in

Andy was not in the mood to watch Bill's crestfallen mood. "Bill, I never knew you for a person who had

to Andy, Bill changed a lot after

only reply was to ask Andy to prepare dinner

the bedroom and towards Rachel. Her biological clock kicked in and woke her up for work. She got up from bed and made a quick glance at Jack who slept soundly on the other bed. His quilt had fallen to the floor. She shook her head gently when

those rare moments when

to her for kicking his quilt off the

up the quilt and gently covered him with it up to his waist. She watched him sleep for

his eyes slowly and smiled to himself as he watched Rachel walk out of the bedroom. When the bedroom door

or cold were in the hospital. It was rare for Rachel's department to have extra spare time during their shift.

popped up on the screen of her phone. "A friend's daughter is celebrating

briefly typed a two-word reply.

replied

with an emergency case was brought in right after she replied to Jack's message. It was an eighty-five-year-old man. He suffered from an acute heart attack at the park and was immediately brought in. Unfortunately, his family could not be reached so that they could

performed diagnostics on the man right away. After a few brief minutes, she turned to the nurse

informed yet, and the operation sheet has not been signed by anybody yet. If

performing operations on an unconscious patient until

sign the necessary papers before

of delay in the surgery increases the risk to the patient's life as his rate of survival dropped proportionately. Rachel had no choice but to make a judgment call. "Let's do the surgery first. Have the family sign the operation

The chances that the operation would turn into a disaster is just too high. What if the patient's family decides to make trouble for the hospital once the surgery

point, Rachel. Why don't we ask

We don't have much time,"