Love Unspoken

Quinn was curled up in the closet, head buried in her knees, still in the same clothes. The blood on her body had gone bad, giving off a nasty smell.

Alexander squatted down, touched her shoulder, and softly called, "Quinn."

Quinn didn't respond.

He nudged her a couple more times, and she just went limp.

Alexander's eyes went wide, and he quickly scooped her up.

Kyle yelled, "Mr. Kennedy, the doc said no heavy lifting!"

Ignoring him, Alexander laid Quinn on the bed and had someone call Soren.

Soren used a stethoscope to check her heartbeat, which was super weak.

In a moment of desperation, he checked her breath with his finger, which was a scary move.

Olivia and Kyle were both stunned, eyes wide.

Alexander, overly agitated, clutched his chest and started coughing, a patch of blood slowly seeping through his hospital gown.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Kyle called out as he rushed to support him. "Don't get worked up, Mrs. Kennedy will be fine."

Alexander glared at Soren.

Soren felt a chill down his neck and awkwardly pulled his hand back. "She's alive, probably just fainted from hunger. I'll get her some saline."

Alexander wanted to chew him out but couldn't speak due to the pain.

Kyle snapped at Soren, "Hurry up!"

Soren quickly went to prepare the saline.

Kyle helped Alexander sit on the bed, trying to calm him. "Mr. Kennedy, you need to rest. Focus on recovering, or you'll struggle when Mrs. Kennedy wakes up." Alexander panted. The gunshot had really taken a toll.

Soon, Soren returned and administered the saline to Quinn.

He then turned to Alexander. "She should wake up soon. You need to rest too."Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Alexander raised his hand, signaling them to leave.

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Soren wanted to re-bandage him, but found himself dragged away by Kyle.

The room fell silent. Alexander sat by the bed from morning until afternoon.

When Quinn woke up, the room was dim. She looked at the familiar ceiling and closed her eyes weakly.

She wasn't dead.

It turned out that refusing to eat was useless. As long as she fainted, they would save her.

When she closed her eyes now, all she could think about was what happened on the mountain. Walter aimed his gun at Alexander, she saved Alexander, who shot Walter in return. These scenes replayed, making her feel ridiculous. She didn't even know her role in all this.

She opened her eyes again. When she saw the needle in her hand, she struggled to pull it out.

As she removed the needle, she saw Alexander beside her.

He was sitting there, leaning against the headboard, eyes closed.

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He grabbed her arm.

She looked up, meeting his deep eyes. He just held her without speaking.

Once, she had hoped he would stay and hold her like this.

But he had pushed her away.

Now, Quinn tried to push him away too, but couldn't make it. Despite his injuries, he was still strong.

"Let go," she croaked, her voice weak from hunger.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Bathroom, or do you want me to wet the bed?" she snapped.

"Then wet the bed," he said nonchalantly.

Quinn turned her head away, closed her eyes, and said nothing.