Stuck in you

Chapter 250 Rachel Got Through Danger

Tracy said nothing more and slammed the door behind her. Celine's smile disappeared as she sat back.

She wasn't as calm as she appeared to be. She had only blurt those words due to her agitation.

It was just supposed to be a secret, but now, she spread it to Tracy.

At this point, Celine didn't know what to do next.

She held back her anger and took a deep breath. There was no way she was going to be humiliated like this.

Jack, on the other hand, quickly signed all the papers provided to him. He returned the pen to the nurse standing next to him. "Thank you," he said hurriedly before walking off.

The nurse stared at his retreating figure.

She couldn't stop herself from swooning. "He's hot."

Another nurse snorted behind her. "He's married, you know." "What? How do you know?"

Four hours had passed since Rachel had been sent to the hospital. The rescue team had found her under the collapsed house.

She had been buried for nearly a night. Luckily, it wasn't made of bricks and cements like the houses back in the city. She didn't suffer from any fatal injuries. However, it didn't mean that she left the scene unscathed. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Her body was filled with bruises and scars from the wood that had fallen on top of her. In fact, the materials fell on her back, knocking her out. When she was sent to the hospital, she was in a coma.

The doctors said that it was because she lacked so much oxygen after being buried for a long time.

Jack didn't even wait for another second.

He quickly rushed to the hospital.

The news about the accident and its rising death toll was all over the internet.

Jack knew that plenty of deaths last year were caused by natural disasters. This landslide was definitely no exception.

He knew how dangerous these events were, and he could only pray for the best.

Fortunately, fate favored him. Rachel lived.

However, she still wasn't waking up.

Jack wiped her face with a wet towel. Rachel had slept the entire day, and she still wouldn't wake up.

"Although she isn't in critical condition anymore, it would still take her a day to recuperate from all her injuries. It would take a short period of time before she can wake up," the doctor reminded.

In the evening of the second day she was sent to the hospital, Jack placed the towel into the wash basin and gazed at her sleeping face.

His heart ached. She looked like a porcelain doll as she lied there motionless.

He reached out and held her slender fingers under the quilt.

At this moment, Jack couldn't help but lower his head and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. His warm lips brushed against her cold skin.

Suddenly, a cough came from behind them. He stood up and turned around almost immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Fu..."

Jack had no idea that Rachel opened her eyes not long after he had gone out.

Rachel stared blankly at the white sceneries in front of her, lost in thought. After a while, she began to feel her body thumping in pain from what had happened.

As she moved her fingertips, memories from the collapse rushed through her. Her heart thrummed in her chest.

She could remember the wood falling onto her head, and the feeling of impediment rushing through her like a slap in the face. Holley's fearful face flashed into her mind as everything went black.

Luckily, she didn't die.

She could hear the cold beeping sound of medical equipment near her body. Exhausted, she found herself closing her eyes again.

After lying in her bed for a while, it felt as if her mind had finally burst into colors.

Rachel couldn't finally remember what had happened after the accident.

She remembered being buried as a strong wood fell from the ceilings and hit her on the back of her head. After a burst of pain, Rachel could see the entire ground spinning in front of her. Soon enough, she was overcame with darkness as her frail body was pushed back by another force. Her nose smudged against the wet soil.

Her heart was beating fast. At this point, she thought that it would finally be the end of her.

"Help!" she yelled again and again, but there were still no responses. She had no idea if she wasn't screaming loud enough.

At this point, she couldn't even hear Holley screaming out for her either. It felt as if she was being buried for her death. As she woke up now, she could still feel the surge of overwhelming fear and panic.

She gradually felt the lack of oxygen. At first, she tried comforting herself that Holley would've already gone and asked for help.

However, she soon lost faith. Her bodily functions were already declining, and the world was spinning around her even more.

Soon enough, she had the urge to save herself, but her mind was blank.

She had no knowledge on how to save herself in this climate. The only thing she knew was to dig the soil beside her. She gritted her teeth as she did so.

In the beginning, she wanted to yell out for help, but she also realized that this had consumed a lot of her energy.

She stopped shouting. Instead, she continued to dig the soil around her. She closed her eyes, awaiting for her death.

After a long time, she finally woke up from a coma during her critical moments. At this point, it seemed as if she was in court as the fates judged her between life and death.

At this point, she had no idea what would become of her.

She struggled to move around, but her body wasn't responding to her.

Her consciousness faded in and out. As that happened, she found that she had dreamt of many things. In fact, she even got to relieve her own childhood memories.

She saw herself in ripples as she cried and laughed overbearingly as a little child.

Then, she had seen the day of her parent's death. She saw her younger self holding her favorite bear toy tightly around her chest as she followed her parents all the way to the doorway. She sniffled.

Her mother tried her best to soothe Rachel's tears, but nothing was working.

"Why don't we let her take the toy with her?" her mother said helplessly.

"No way."

Seeing her father refuse her so decisively, Rachel gritted her teeth and stalked back to the house with her toy. "I won't go then," she whined.

This time, her father didn't indulge her stubbornness. He strode over and took the bear out of her arms. Before she had time to react, her father carried her on his shoulders and patted her on the head. "Why have we spoiled you so much?"

She saw her mother giggling while shaking her head. It wasn't until she was placed on the backseat that she realized what had happened. Tears ran through her cheeks as she sobbed.

However, it had no effect on her father. No matter how much Rachel cried, it seemed that he didn't even care. It was her mother who tried to soothe her.

Her mother turned to her father. "Pull over the car, so I can go to her in the back seat. If she keeps crying like this, people will think we're child traffickers."

Her father sighed, pulling the car up to the front.

Soon enough, Rachel felt her mother's embrace as she heard her soft whispers.

The car started again. Her mother quickly pulled out a candy from her bag and gave it to her. "Don't you want some candy?" she said.

Rachel didn't accept the candy. Seeing the influence her mother had on her father, she decided to push her luck even further.

"I don't want to go!" she wailed out. Her mother couldn't help but pity her state. She quickly kissed her on the forehead and try to soothe her.

"Can't we just go there another day? Why do we have to go there today?"

Her father gritted his teeth. "Will you stop spoiling her? I already set up an appointment with Jonathan."

Rachel buried her head in her mother's arms and listened in on their conversation. Her mother huffed. "Well, I also feel uncomfortable. Do we really have to go?"

Seeing as they finally might have the chance of returning, Rachel stopped crying. "I have no choice. Jonathan already said that he is only free today."

"What the hell does he mean by that? If they really wanted to help, then they..."

"Hey!" her father quickly interrupted. "Don't say those words in front of Rachel. Don't you know she can understand us? No matter how hard they try to make things difficult for me, I will be grateful to them as long as they are willing to help.

After all, I've done something wrong too."

Her mother sighed. "I don't think you were wrong. Everyone has his own choice..."

Rachel finally opened her eyes as her mother's voice echoed through her mind.

She had been dreaming about her past.

In fact, it was so clear that she almost felt as if she was that young again.

It was the last time they ever saw each other. The memory of the dreaded car accident lingered in her mind.

It had been years since she even thought of the car accident. It was one thing she was okay not remembering.

If her mother hadn't protected her, then they would've all died.

Rachel lied in the bed, finally able to pull herself back to reality. Sure enough, she could feel pain running through her system.

Her own heartbeat and her pain were proofs enough that she was alive.

Rachel squinted her eyes, feeling as if the whole room was spinning around her.