The Jovial Writer

Chapter 9 : Broken Heart "Come in." came a pleasant voice. Jack sighed with relief. If not anything else she at least   sounded  fine. One less weight on his newly developed conscience. Jack pushed open the white door to see Brielle sitting on her bed, reading a book placed on her lap. She looked up as he entered, her eyes boring into his. Jack found himself fumbling for words. "Hi." said Jack scratching the back of his neck. Thousands of presentations, millions of dialogues to clients and all he could say to her was  hi ? "Hi." said Brielle smiling weakly. "Please take a seat." Jack pulled up a chair beside her bed and resisted the urge to check his phone. It vibrated uncomfortably in his breast pocket, as innumerable messages arrived. He sighed, seclusion and a holiday from work was not an option for him. "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital." said Brielle fiddling nervously with her fingers. "I thought the woman was going to