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.

don't know," Soren

happened? What did Alexander do to make Walter say something like

Walter, who had that cold smile and

but there was a

off Alexander and end up getting

while of silence, Soren quickly packed up and

hours. It was almost dawn

doctor came out, and Quinn rushed

from a fever,"

asked, "That's

Plus, he's got some fibrosis in his lungs, which makes it tough for him to handle this climate. He shouldn't stay in this high-altitude area, or it'll get worse." "Fibrosis? What's that?" Quinn

"There are lots of causes. He should go to a bigger hospital for a check-up. Anyway, he doesn't seem like he's from around here, right? The climate might

"Does his coughing up blood have anything to do with

blood?"

wasn't there a lot of blood

remembered and said, "I don't know.

started doubting his own