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.

tendons, causing intense pain. She's also had several shots of immunoglobulin, which could

can take some pain relievers to help manage the pain. It should

a box from the medicine cabinet and broke two pain reliever tablets for Quinn. "Miss, take these pain relievers, and you should start to feel

she picked

She cupped the glass in her hands and swallowed the pills, the simple action causing her wound to throb with renewed

pain relievers, her body seemed to sag

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

well for now. If you need

promptly exited the

door, pulling out his phone. He hesitated, unsure of whether to call Alexander. If he told Alexander about Quinn's

make a decision, his phone

It was Alexander.

back at the bedroom, and moved a little further away before answering the call. "Alexander," he

is Quinn still up there?"

a dog to give to Quinn, but I haven't

take a look tomorrow, but those two Golden Retrievers are young and haven't been trained well yet.