Love Unspoken

Forty minutes later, they finally rolled up to the town hospital.

Quinn helped Alexander off the horse, leaving him there, and sprinted inside to get some help. Soon enough, he was wheeled into the ER.

Quinn plopped down outside, pulled out her phone, and saw Walter had called her a minute ago.

She turned off the screen, stared at the red light of the ER, and glanced at the blood on her fingers, her face a mix of emotions.

Walter looked at his phone, saw the call had disconnected, and tossed it aside.

Soren was cleaning up a mess of bloody gauze on the floor, stuffing it into a bag. He hunched his shoulders and softly said, "Mr. Mellon, your injury's pretty bad. You need to chill and stop moving around." Walter shot him a look.

Soren shrank further into his collar, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Walter's gaze.

"You've been around Alexander for a while, huh?" Walter suddenly asked.

"Not really, I spend more time with Ms. Mellon," Soren replied.

Walter leaned back on the sofa, thinking of Alexander's face, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Is he always this shameless in private?" he asked.

know," Soren

heck happened? What did Alexander do to make Walter

a glance at Walter, who had that

there was a weird beauty to

to off Alexander and end up getting

a while of silence, Soren quickly packed

for over two hours. It was almost dawn when the light in the OR finally turned green. She

came out, and Quinn rushed

out from

confused, asked, "That's

high, like 104 degrees. Plus, he's got some fibrosis in his lungs, which makes it tough for him to

said, "There are lots of causes. He should go to a bigger hospital for a check-up. Anyway, he doesn't seem

nodding absentmindedly, "Does his coughing up

coughed up blood?" the doctor asked,

was brought in, wasn't there a

said, "I

even started doubting his