Love Unspoken

Growing impatient, Quinn tugged at his sleeve again. "Let's go."

Alexander said, "You're sick and still in the hospital. We'll talk about it when you get better."

"I'm not sick!"

"Are you a doctor?"

Quinn shook her head..

"The doctor said you're sick. Who do you trust, the doctor or yourself?"

Quinn hesitated, pondered for a moment, and then said reluctantly, "The doctor."

"That's right." Alexander pulled her back to the bed. "You need to rest and get better first. We'll talk about it later."

"Okay, but remember to take me home," she said. Maybe when she got better, she could see her mom and dad at home. "Okay."

Quinn grinned, showing her white teeth. She got back into bed and pulled the covers over herself.

Alexander didn't stay long. Seeing her so well-behaved, he left.

As he reached the door, he heard Quinn's voice behind him, "Don't forget to take me home."

a moment but didn't respond. He

left, Quinn felt an itch in her throat, and she coughed a few

her mouth with one hand and her stomach with

stopped coughing, she opened her hand

and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood

her tears streamed down

really sick, coughing

of tissues for Quinn to clean the blood off her hand. She then

in bed, she saw her phone

number over and over again, trying every number she could remember, but no one

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the phone down, leaned against the headboard, and

over the glass, blurring the outside world a blur and making it

after leaving, Alexander ran

Walter, there was also a

doctor was talking to

and had inhaled too much smoke. Although they managed to save his life, he might have intellectual disabilities in

a great trauma, it's a miracle that he

"I understand."

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signing, the doctor