Trapped In Lace

When Rachel felt desperate and frightened, someone reached out to rescue her.

A well-known face came to her view. As the image grew more lucid, she recognized the face belonged to Jack. He lifted the heavyweight pressing on her and carried her out of the suffocating space.

She leaned her head on his broad shoulder like a ship finding its anchor. She was set adrift for so long but had finally reached ashore.

The nascent rays of the sun awaited entrance on Rachel’s eyes. Her mind had whirled from her nightmares into the real world. Meanwhile, her eyelids lazily fluttered open. Her eyes were glazed over with the remnants of her dream.

She tried to remember her reverie before it faded and replayed it over. In her sleep, she felt safe when she rested her head on Jack’s shoulder. It had the same feeling when she was in his arms last night.

Had she felt a sense of security with Jack? Her conclusion surprised her.

She couldn’t believe her thoughts. While she was still reeling from her shock, she heard her name bellowed by Jack, waking her up.

Every day, her routine moved like clockwork. She always slept and got up on time until today when someone had to wake her up. A lot about her had changed, she noticed.

She rubbed the remainders of sleep in her eyes and dragged her feet off the bed. She entered the bathroom to wash her face and change her clothes. When she came out, she examined her ankle and found the swelling had reduced a lot

ed him as Rachel’s boyfriend and nodded in return.

When their turn came, he entered the room together with Rachel. The doctor was one of the best in the hospital. After assessing her ankle for a while, he went to retrieve the medicine.

Rachel lifted her foot on a stool and waited for the doctor's treatment. "Turn around."

Jack was looking keenly at Rachel when he heard her voice.

"For what?"

She looked a little weird and said softly, "Just turn around."

Jack was puzzled but did as she told. After a few seconds, he heard her scream.

The doctor adeptly maneuvered Rachel’s anklebone. Her face contorted as a throb shot on her foot.

The pain was excruciating. Looking at her expression, the doctor smiled and took the tube of ointment. He opened the lid and said, "You have twisted it severely."

Jack whirled around when he heard her cry. She was in agony, her tears welling in her eyes.

Rachel wanted to reach out and hold her foot, but she stopped and hung her hands in the air helplessly. She lowered her foot from the stool with a sorrowful look. Jack couldn’t help but laugh. It was rare for him to see her with such rich expressions.

The doctor squeezed the ointment tube, and the scent of medication filled the room.

He covered her injury with the medicine and then wrapped it with a bandage. "She cannot run or jump in the next few days. Rachel is very clear about her condition. Just take good care of her," he said to Jack.