Love Unspoken

"Quinn, are you awake?" The question hung in the air, echoing in the silence of the room.

Quinn found herself staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind a whirlpool of confusion. Slowly, she turned her head toward the source of the voice. Sean tried to offer her a comforting smile.

"Does the wound hurt?" His question seemed to trigger a physical response, as if the mere mention of the wound awakened the pain that lay dormant.

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through Quinn's foot, causing her to grimace. The pain was unbearable, so intense that it made her face contort in agony, and a cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.

She lay still, not daring to move even a toe, fearing that the slightest movement would intensify the pain and cause her to lose consciousness.

Seeing her in such a state, Sean quickly rushed out of the room in search of a doctor. Quinn, left alone, clutched the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her forehead was creased with pain, veins bulging under the strain, and sweat trickled down her face.

As she lay there, she found herself recalling the scenes from her dream. The image of Alexander's indifferent face flashed before her eyes, causing her heart to ache. She closed her eyes, the emotional pain compounding the physical agony she was already enduring.

Sean returned, a doctor in tow. The doctor examined the wound on her leg. Despite being wrapped in gauze, faint traces of blood could still be seen seeping through.

"Get her some pain relievers or something. Why is it hurting so much?" Sean asked, his voice laced with concern. He had experienced a similar injury, having been bitten by a dog that nearly hit an artery. Yet, he had never experienced pain of this magnitude.

also had several shots of immunoglobulin, which could be adding to the discomfort." "So, what

pain relievers to

medicine cabinet and broke two pain reliever tablets for Quinn. "Miss, take these pain relievers, and

sweat. Without hesitation, she picked up the pills and placed them in her

glass of water. She cupped the glass in her hands and swallowed the pills, the simple action causing

taking the pain relievers, her

something, but seeing Quinn in her current state, he swallowed

"Rest well for now. If you need anything, there's

he promptly exited the

the door, pulling out his phone. He hesitated, unsure of whether to call Alexander. If he told Alexander about Quinn's condition, he might face repercussions. But if he didn't and Alexander found

he could make a

It was Alexander.

breath, glanced back at the bedroom, and moved a little further away before answering the call. "Alexander," he greeted, his voice trembling

still

already asleep. You asked me to find a dog to give to Quinn, but I haven't chosen one yet." "Don't you have two Golden Retrievers?" Alexander

but those two Golden Retrievers are young and haven't been trained well yet. I'm afraid they'll be too