Love Unspoken

Hearing the door open, Alexander looked up at Quinn. "You're back?"

With his pale face and messy hair, he looked pretty pitiful.

Unsure if he was faking it, Quinn walked over, touched his forehead, and found it burning hot.

"You're burning up. Why haven't you gone to the hospital?" she asked, worried.

He grabbed her hand and took it off his forehead. "It's nothing. I won't die. Don't worry."

"Who's worried about you?" Quinn snapped, surprising herself. "Are you going to the hospital or not?"

Alexander coughed and asked, "Do I really have to go?"

Quinn paused. "You can call Soren over."

"Fine, I'll call him." He stifled a cough, pulled out his phone, and called Soren.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Quinn stood by, staring at him, unsure of what to say.

If he were his usual domineering self, she could resist, but seeing him so sick left her unsure of what to do. She even suspected he was faking it to keep her around. Alexander was truly cunning.

Soren arrived quickly, looking resigned. Without checking, he said, "Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy has a fever of 103.3 and a mild lung infection. He needs an IV."

Quinn frowned. "Then give him an IV."

Soren thought, 'If he wanted an IV, it wouldn't be this bad.' He looked at Alexander and asked, "Mr. Kennedy, IV?"

Alexander extended his hand, surprisingly compliant.

Soren grumbled internally but didn't show it. He set up the IV quickly.

"Alright, Mrs. Kennedy, I'll prescribe two sets of meds. He needs to take them three times a day for a week," Soren said.

Quinn nodded, thinking Alexander should also taste the bitterness of medicine.

Soren packed up and left to get the meds, leaving the room quiet.

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Quinn eyed Alexander suspiciously. "Olivia said you didn't want an IV or meds. Why are you willing now?"

Alexander looked confused. "When did I refuse? I was cooperative, as you saw."

Quinn, skeptical, asked, "If you took the meds, why do you still have a fever?"

Alexander replied, "This just proves Soren's a quack, and his meds don't work."

Quinn said, "Then go to the hospital for a check-up."

Alexander responded, "Let's give him one more chance."

Quinn wasn't sure whether to believe him. His acting skills made it hard to tell if he was pretending.

After a while, Olivia brought the meds. She glanced at Alexander and awkwardly handed them to Quinn. Quinn was about to drink it when Olivia stopped her. "Mrs. Kennedy, this is for Mr. Kennedy."

Quinn realized Soren had also prescribed meds for him and handed them to Alexander.

Alexander raised his hand but let it drop weakly. "I can't move." Quinn scrutinized his face, wondering if he was really that weak.

After a pause, she sat next to him and lifted a spoonful to his lips.

As Alexander sipped, his face stayed impassive, making Quinn suspect his medicine wasn't as bitter as hers. If that were the case, it would be too unfair. She offered him another spoonful, which he drank without a reaction.

"Isn't it bitter?" she finally asked.

Alexander shook his head. "It's sweet."

"How is that possible?" Quinn could already smell the medicine. No way it could be sweet.

She couldn't help but scoop a spoonful and took a sip herself.