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 been

helped her change into a fresh pair of

bowl of medicine later, she was no longer

it was torture. She'd drink half and

Alexander's arms,

her back, trying

lie in

then, she couldn't speak, didn't act spoiled like this, and didn't throw

were seemingly close, but there was always an inequality between them.

she was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within

like they had returned to the

her own

Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard this many

looked

it's so bitter,"

with

"No, I won't

onto the bed. "Go to

again, rolling back and forth on the bed, shouting,

on. Then she rolled around on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket

she realized she couldn't get out,