Trapped In Lace

Celia shook her head exasperatedly. "You could've at least told me that you're back with him again."

"Why are you even asking me that?" Rachel frowned and withdrew herself from the young woman's grasp.

"I just saw him walk out there just now." The young woman motioned to the door.

"Couldn't he visit me as a friend?"

"You and I both know how impossible that assumption is!"

Celia wagged her finger up in the air like a mother lecturing a child. A silly smile slid into her lips as her eyes glinted with an emotion that Rachel couldn't decipher.

'Has she always been this hyper?'

Rachel quickly held the woman's forehead as if she was trying to take her temperature. "Did you take your medicine?"

"I'm being serious!"

Celia adjusted her chair and leaned in closer, just to make sure that no one else could hear them. "Before I came in, I heard some gossip from the nurse station. Do you want to know what they said?"

"What?" Rachel placed a pillow on the back of her neck, so she could lean back more easily.

"They said that Jack stayed outside the ward the entire night. Do you know that?"

'The whole night?'

Rachel froze upon hearing her words.

'What was he doing outside? Was he really that worried? But we have already divorced...'

came from the other end of the line.

"Hello? Are you a friend of the owner of this phone? She fainted in the coffee shop, and was sent to the hospital. Her phone was left here."

"Which hospital is it?"

Sure enough, she was right. Enduring the pain, Rachel got out of bed and changed her clothes. Without missing a beat, she rushed to the hospital.

In the emergency room, Celia was receiving her general check-up. Rachel was so anxious that she kept pacing back and forth. All sorts of pain coming from her hips were left forgotten.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder causing her to jump up. When she turned around, she saw that it was Jack. Rachel frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Marcus tried calling Celia, but the waiter was the one who answered."

At the sight of her pale face, his lips twitched. "You haven't recovered yet. Why are you here."

"I'm really fine..." Seeing how his face had darkened at her words, she felt that it was wise to shut up and sit down on the bench.

Marcus had been peering through the door of the emergency room. His face was gloomy and his forehead was creased worriedly. The moment the door opened, he rushed towards the doctor. "Doctor, how's Celia?"

"She's fine. She just fainted because of hypoglycemia."