Love Unspoken

Alexander released his grip, and the doctor crumpled to the floor. The doctor took a moment to gather himself, inhaling deeply to steady his nerves before he began to speak. "Quinn's condition is rather precarious..."

His words hung in the air, unfinished, as Quinn began to stir on the bed. She attempted to sit up, but her strength failed her halfway, and she fell back onto the mattress. Without waiting for the doctor to continue, Alexander rushed to her side, offering his support.

"Are you awake?" he asked, gently assisting her to lean against his shoulder.

Quinn's eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of Alexander's chiseled jawline. She looked beyond him to the doctor, who was still sprawled on the floor.

Her throat was parched, probably from crying, and she gestured for a drink. Alexander caught her request and glanced at the doctor, who immediately understood and scrambled to fetch water for Quinn.

As he waited, Alexander studied Quinn's face. Her lips were pale, and her skin had an almost translucent pallor, a stark contrast to the doctor's earlier assertion that she was fine.

The doctor returned promptly with a glass of water. Alexander accepted it and passed it to Quinn. "Drink this."

Quinn clutched the glass, drinking the water with such fervor that some of it escaped from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her neck and soaking into her collar. Alexander reached up to wipe the droplets from her chin.

she finished drinking, Quinn's mind cleared. She looked up at Alexander, realizing their awkwardly intimate pose. Sensing the tension, the doctor discreetly stepped

her movements carrying a hint of defiance. Alexander's expression darkened as he grasped her wrist and pulled

problem?"

stubborn one of her own, Quinn retorted, "That's my question to

doing this-imprisoning me at the slightest provocation, exploding at me, and then trying to placate me afterwards. What am I to you,

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on Quinn, momentarily at a loss

if she was more angry or hurt,

she implored him, "Tell me, what am I?

gestures, though

with her feeble strength and sat on the floor. Then, she shifted to a kneeling position, clutching at Alexander's pant leg, looking up at him as tears fell like pearls

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deserves kindness after years of companionship. Can't you just show mercy

tears flowed like rain, and though silent, her