Trapped In Lace

Maybe Rachel was suffering from a concussion. She closed her eyes, trying to relax herself. Suddenly, she heard the door open. When she opened her eyes, she caught her breath. Was she dreaming?

Jack froze for a second when he saw that she was awake. He came over to the bed, staring at her. It was as if he had just seen an angel. His mind was blank, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, trying to get any word out.

After the near-death experience she just had, all her conflicts with Jack dissipated completely. "You're here," she said, her voice hoarse.

When he heard her voice, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand. His fingertips grazed her face. His thumb slid down from her eyebrows to her plump lips.

Jack swallowed, blinking rapidly as if he had just been in a dream. A smile played on the corners of his lips. "You're awake?"

"Why are you here?" she asked. She couldn't believe that he was the first person she could see after all her sufferings. Her heart wildly thumped against her chest.

"I was worried about you, so I came."

"They told you?"

"I just felt that something was wrong. I didn't know you were actually in danger until I inquired in the hospital."

He bent over and kissed her on the forehead. His large hand went under quilt and held her hand firmly.

of her past so vividly, that she had forgotten how much time had passed.

Rachel remembered this particular scene in her head. However, Jack was nowhere to be seen, and Jonathan and Tracy looked much younger than they were now.

She scrunched her eyebrows upon seeing the elderly man with greying hair.

All of them surrounded her anxiously.

In a flash, she could already feel the memories of the collapse resurfacing in her head. However, Rachel wasn't in the best of mind still. Upon seeing Jonathan, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Uncle Jonathan, why are you so old?"

Jonathan's eyes widened as he touched his face unconsciously. "What are you talking about?" There was silence.

Soon, Rachel recovered, blushing at her latest blunder. "Oh...I was wrong."

Jack's mouth twitched as he tried his best to hold back his laughter. The old man bent over and examined her closely. "How are you feeling? Do you feel better?"

"I feel great." Tracy squeezed her way in front of Rachel, staring at her lovingly. She reached out to ruffle her already tousled hair. "How could you not be hurt? The doctor said that..."

Seeing the faces of the other two men, she quickly trailed off. "Forget it. As long as you're good."

Rachel squinted her eyes. Was the woman in front of her really Tracy?