Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head, her voice trembling as she muttered, "I want to go home."

Alexander looked down, staying silent for what felt like forever.

She grabbed the corner of his shirt and gently tugged at it, her eyes pleading. "Didn't you say you'd take me home?"

He leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, but it felt like a vast distance separated them. He couldn't read her clear eyes, and she couldn't understand the depths of his.

"Didn't I tell you, once you get better, I'll take you back," Alexander replied.

Quinn stared at him, confused. "When will I be healthy enough to go home?"

"That's for the doctor to decide," Alexander said.

"But the doctor isn't here," Quinn shot back.

"Tomorrow, I'll have the doctor come and check on you, okay?" Alexander tried to soothe her.

Quinn nodded, hoping the doctor would say she was better.

Alexander took her hand and continued to wash off the paint.

Quinn quieted down, but the sadness lingered on her face.

home so much. I've never been away

her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After

of medicine later, she was no longer

was torture.

vomiting, she lay weakly in Alexander's arms, crying, "I

patted her back, trying to comfort

also lie in his arms, holding onto him and refusing

she couldn't speak, didn't act spoiled like this,

close, but there was always an

expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within

a moment, it felt like they had returned to the past, yet

had her own pride and

her tears, comforting, "Don't cry. Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard this many times before; she didn't know

pouted and looked at him with

so bitter,"

with

"No, I won't drink

He pressed Quinn onto the bed. "Go

back and forth on the bed, shouting, "I won't drink the medicine

and put it on. Then she rolled around

realized she couldn't get out, she looked at