Love Unspoken

"Why are we heading to the hospital?" Sebastian asked, a note of confusion in his voice.

Preston replied with a pragmatic tone, "It's about money, dude. I covered her medical expenses and I need to recoup that. What else are we supposed to survive on?" Sebastian found himself unable to counter Preston's logic and simply nodded in agreement.

The car veered abruptly, taking a sharp turn onto a different road.

Upon their arrival at the hospital, they found that Quinn was still unconscious. Her face was hidden behind an oxygen mask, a thin layer of condensation fogging the clear plastic.

Preston leaned over her, his gaze lingering on her obscured face, but he could discern nothing.

After a seemingly interminable half-hour, Quinn began to stir.

She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a profound exhaustion. She attempted to move her fingers, but found her strength had abandoned her.

"Bro, she's awake!" Sebastian alerted Preston, who had been on the verge of dozing off in his chair.

chair closer to the bed, a smile playing on

her vision still hazy. It took her a moment to focus on the young

were thick and dark, and his teeth gleamed white against his complexion when he smiled. Quinn made a feeble

the harsh hospital lights, her skin looked pale, almost translucent. Yet her eyes

in the air, "Have we

Preston's face. He seemed familiar, but she

shrugged dismissively. "Forget it, I can't remember either.

not uttering a word. She simply stared at

Quinn gently shook her head, then raised her hands

her signing, her movements imbued with a certain vulnerability that he found endearing. "You're like a child," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. Quinn paused, unsure if he had merely guessed at her meaning or if he truly understood sign language. She signed again:

pulling Sebastian closer. "I work at a care center with several deaf and mute kids.

"Yes, that's right. The kids at

all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting

She signed: Thank you.