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I tilted my head at him. “What?”

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around me as he pinned me down to the couch, pulling out of me. I giggled as he lay down next to me and started to spoon me.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said into my ear after a moment.

I nodded my head. Michael got up, took my hand, and guided me toourbed.

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Chapter 22

I was woken at 8 AM the next morning from a text. Michael was still soundly asleep next to me as I grabbed my phone off the night stand and saw that it was from Jessica: “The article you wrote about me made me cry! You’re so incredibly sweet! Thank you so much, Hana xxx.”

I smiled to myself; I had forgotten that my article was being published today. It had very high praise for not only Jessica’s performance but for her personally as well. It was one of the easiest articles I ever had to write. I wrote back: “I’m so glad you like it. It’s all true!” After I hit send, my mind immediately went to Jack, which made me think about Emily.I need to go visit her today. Visiting hours are soon! I need to get ready!

“Baby,” I whispered as I leaned down next to Michael.

“Hmm,” he groaned, slowly blinking his eyes open.

“Can I come into work late? I need to go see Emily,” I whispered, kissing his cheek and neck in the process.

“Mmmm,” he groaned again, pulling me closer to him. “Yes,” he nodded, then gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

I smiled and started to get out of bed, but I felt Michael tug me back again.

“I need to fuck you first,” he said eagerly, putting my hand to his erection over his boxer briefs.

I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I was on the train towards the hospital an hour later. I was surprised that Michael let me go visit Emily alone, knowing that Jack was also there.Wait, does he know? Shit…he doesn’t know. It occurred to me that I never told him.It’s okay, he doesn’t have to know. I probably won’t even see Jack. Whatever, it’s fine.I kept repeating myself this as I walked into the hospital and went to the 7thfloor where the psychiatric unit was. I had to sign in as a visitor and include who I was there to see.Should I put down EmilyandJack?No, I shook my head. The nurse asked some questions and then let me through – I was actually a little shocked at how easy it was to get into there. I was buzzed in and saw a nurse’s station immediately to my left. I gave my “permission” slip to one of the nurses and she went to go look for Emily. I looked around and there were a few couches with pretty normal-looking people sitting on them, a TV bolted onto one of the walls and a bookcase with reading material, cards, games, etc sitting in the corner. There was another small area in another corner that said “Visiting Area” above some uncomfortable looking chairs. No onelookedlike they belonged in there; there were a few people that looked out of it, but they were probably given drugs or sedatives.I guess you wouldn’t know I was crazy by looking at me, I thought to myself. My heart dropped when I saw a sad, big blue-eyed baby face walk into the main room from the hallway. He didn’t notice me so I turned to look at the nurses who were busy in their own chatter, forgetting I was even there. I couldn’t help but glance back over in his direction and our eyes locked.Fuck!I looked away and fortunately Emily was walking my way with a big smile on her face. She looked like the same old Emily to me, except a little tired.

“Han,” she skipped to me, flashing her dimples, and gave me a big hug.

“Em,” I hugged her back, probably for too long.

She took my hand and guided me towards the Visiting Area.

“Let’s get away from the lunatics,” she said under her breath.

I looked over at her and I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. I followed her and we sat on the chairs that indeed were uncomfortable and she sat with her legs crossed towards me, her eyes darting around at everyone.

“Jack is here,” she whispered, as if anyone could hear us in that corner.

“I know. His sister told me,” I nodded, whispering back.

“He’s inlovewith you, Han,” she widened her eyes. “I feel so sorry for him,” she shook her head, then looked past my shoulder. I followed her eyes and saw Jack sitting on a couch on the other side of the room, eyeing us but quickly looking down at a book in his hands.

I turned back to Emily. “How do you know that?”

“He told me so. He was crying to me last night after they gave him his Klonopin,” she widened her eyes again. “He told me he has nothing to live for anymore.”

My heart was aching.Fuck! What the hell did I do?

“Let’s talk about you,” I changed the subject, tears in my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Emily sighed. “I’m fine. They have me on a bunch of anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers and I don’t even know what else. I feel like I’m daydreaming right now,” she gazed around the room.

I put my hand on hers. “What about when you get out of here?” I questioned.

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