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.

so much. I've never

up, Alexander helped her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After dinner, she started to feel sleepy

bowl of medicine later,

it was torture. She'd drink half and spit out

Alexander's arms, crying, "I never want to drink it

her back, trying

she would also lie in

act spoiled like this, and didn't throw

close, but there was always an inequality between them. She was

his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within

a moment, it felt like they had returned

had her own pride and temper

cry. Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard this many times before; she didn't know when she would actually get

and looked at him

so bitter," she

bear with

"No, I won't

fussing." He pressed Quinn onto

throwing a tantrum again, rolling back and forth on the bed, shouting, "I

pajamas had a hood, and she grabbed it and put it on. Then she rolled around on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket like a

realized she couldn't get out,