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.

much. I've

helping her clean up, Alexander helped her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After dinner, she started

of medicine later, she was no

medicine, it was torture. She'd drink half and spit

weakly in Alexander's arms, crying,

her back,

also lie in his arms, holding onto him and refusing

speak, didn't act spoiled like

but there was always an inequality

then, she was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within the

they had returned to the past, yet it was

had her own pride and temper

cupped her face, and wiped away 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;

and looked at him

it's so

bear with

her head. "No, I

He pressed Quinn onto the bed. "Go to

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

grabbed it and put it on. Then she rolled around on the bed, wrapping herself up

she realized she couldn't get out, she looked at Alexander, blinking