Love Unspoken

He eyeballed Quinn for a bit; she was still yapping away.

He was about to say something, but Quinn suddenly got up and strolled out with her phone.

Alexander got up, cranked the IV roller to max speed, and then flopped back down.

Quinn stepped outside to take the call, "Abigail, what's up?"

"Not much. Can't I just call for no reason?" Abigail sounded kinda miffed.

Quinn quickly said, "No, I didn't mean it like that."

Abigail chuckled, "Just messing with you. I wanted to let you know the package is on its way, so keep an eye out. Also, what's been going on with you these past two years? Spill the tea." "If I start, it might take a while," Quinn replied.

"No biggie. I got time. The other day I saw you riding a horse, it was so cool. When are you gonna teach me?" Abigail asked, all excited.

Quinn said, "No problem. Next time we meet, I'll teach you."

Then she suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "Abigail, I'll call you back later. Gotta handle something now."

"Alright, take care of your stuff. Don't forget to call me," Abigail said.

"Got it." Quinn hung up and headed back to the room.

When she walked in, she saw Alexander was awake and giving her a look that could kill.

Quinn noticed his IV bottle was empty, and the tube was half-filled with blood. Freaked out, she rushed to hit the call button.

She glanced at Alexander and asked, "Couldn't you press it yourself?"

Alexander stared at her, his lips pale. "I don't have the strength," he muttered.

Quinn bit her lip, not sure what to say. Seeing the IV tube getting redder, she kept quiet.

After a bit, a nurse rushed in, saw the blood almost reaching the bottle, and snapped at Quinn, "Why didn't you call me sooner? How are you taking care of him?" Quinn pressed her lips together; she had totally spaced that he was still on an IV.

Alexander said, "It's not her fault. I asked her to step out."

The nurse glared at Alexander, scolding, "Couldn't you press it yourself?"

She sighed, took out the needle, and checked his temperature.

"The fever's down. Rest up and don't catch a cold again," she said.

Then she told Quinn, "Keep an eye on him. He needs another IV in eight hours."

Quinn nodded in understanding.

The nurse cleaned up and left, drops of blood from the needle hitting the floor.

Quinn looked at the blood on the floor and then at Alexander.

He gave her a pitiful, weak look.

Quinn pulled up a chair and sat down, asking again, "What was with the blood on you yesterday?"

"I told you, it was from helping an injured old man," Alexander insisted.

Quinn shot him a cold look. "Forget it then."

'There wasn't even an old man. Even if there was, he wouldn't have helped. Is he the type to help an old man?' she thought. Alexander sighed, looking at her helplessly.

"There's nothing to say. Even if I did, what would it change?" His voice was hoarse and weak, like he was on his last legs.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn went quiet.

Alexander reached out and held her hand, continuing, "Some things, once is enough. As long as you're okay, it doesn't matter what happens to me."