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.

miss home so much. I've never been away this

helped her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After dinner, she started

later, she

time she took medicine, it was torture. She'd drink half and spit out the

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

her back, trying

when she was upset, she would also lie in his arms,

then, she couldn't speak, didn't act spoiled

had relied on him, and they were seemingly close, but there was always an inequality between them. She was

expressions, sensibly

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

her own pride and

his head, 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; she didn't know when

looked at him

it's so bitter," she

bear with it,"

head. "No, I won't

onto

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

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

out,