Love Unspoken

Quinn was in the throes of a fever. Her temperature had skyrocketed to an alarming 108.5 degrees, leaving the doctor utterly horrified. In a desperate scramble, they managed to lower her fever using a combination of physical cooling techniques and fever-reducing medication, throwing every possible solution at the problem.

Alexander, meanwhile, stood quietly to the side, his gaze fixated on her wrist. A ring of broken skin encircled it, blisters creating a stark contrast against the pale flesh. Deep indentations from a tight grip were clearly visible, a silent testament to her ordeal.

After two hours of relentless work, the doctor finally saw the temperature drop on the thermometer. Exhausted, he slumped into a chair, "Mr. Kennedy, the fever has subsided. It's now 102 degrees. We'll check again in the middle of the night to ensure it doesn't flare up. If it remains stable, she should be out of the woods."

Alexander nodded in acknowledgment before asking, "Does she have any other injuries?"

The doctor paused, taken aback. In the rush to cool Quinn down, he hadn't checked for other injuries. "I'll do a thorough check now," he said, his gaze immediately drawn to the wounds on Quinn's wrist.

He gently lifted her hand and pulled back the blankets to inspect her ankles. "This... It appears Quinn was restrained. These marks suggest she was struggling against bindings. The rope has nearly cut into her skin."

from being hit or from

bed. The doctor continued his examination, "There's a cut on her head and some bleeding at the scalp. It seems her hair had been violently pulled." His voice trailed off, the implication of such torture weighing heavily on him. He glanced back at Alexander, whose expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a complex mix of emotions. "Mr. Kennedy..." "Make sure she gets proper care, otherwise...

there was nothing left to do, the doctor had to appear busy, so he checked

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internally than she appeared. She seemed hollowed out, as if she'd recently had a miscarriage and failed to

mere shell of herself. The

"Speak."

abrupt command startled the doctor, making him withdraw his hand, the unspoken thought "This doesn't bode well for her longevity" swallowed

pretty good shape."

"Alexander, you gotta save me. Some producer's trying to screw me over! The jerk, he doesn't even

"Hand him the phone."