Love Unspoken

Throughout the ordeal, Alexander remained silent.

In the backseat, Getty squirmed, her body still reeling from the effects of the spiked drink. She occasionally let out a groan or whimper, a sound that would have unsettled most men. But Alexander was different. He was stoic, his demeanor unaffected by the chaos unfolding in the back of his car.

He drove them to the hospital. Upon arrival, he exited the car, opened the back door, and gently lifted Getty into his arms.

"Alexander... I feel sick," Getty murmured, her wrist curling around his neck as she pressed her body against his. Her lips sought his in a desperate attempt for comfort.

"Do you love me...

"You don't have to take responsibility... I want you...

"I don't need anything else, just you..."

Alexander's brow furrowed at her words, and he promptly placed her back into the car. He swiftly removed his tie and used it to bind her hands together.

Getty was momentarily stunned by his actions. But before she could protest, Alexander had scooped her up again and was striding swiftly toward the hospital.

She struggled against his hold at first, but her attempts to break free were futile. Frustrated, she turned her head and bit down on Alexander's arm.

his patience wearing thin. "Getty, cut it out,

release her bite, but she blinked up at him, her

...

in a state of confusion. Her

day began to resurface, and her expression subtly shifted. "Quinn, you're

neck to face

towards her. "Let's check your temperature to see if your

attempted to lift her arm, but she felt utterly drained. She didn't have the strength to

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struggle, the doctor hesitated before placing the thermometer by her mouth. "Just hold this in your mouth,

thermometer closer, Quinn managed a weak smile

the doctor bustling about, a fleeting sense of daze mixed with loss washing over her. She had thought she might actually die. Yet, here she was, still alive and subject to the trials of life. Quinn closed her eyes, surrendering

minutes, the doctor retrieved the thermometer from her mouth, examining it closely before letting out

we'll have to keep an eye on you just in case," he murmured, shaking the thermometer and returning it to the medical kit. He took a seat beside her, his

head slightly toward the doctor, taken aback by his

You're extremely weak right now, and it's crucial for you to recuperate properly," the doctor