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

did Alexander do to make

glance at Walter, who had that cold smile and a face pale from blood

was a weird beauty to

Alexander

while of silence, Soren

had been waiting for over two hours. It was almost dawn when the

and Quinn

from

confused, asked, "That's

fever was really high, like 104 degrees. Plus, he's got some fibrosis in his lungs, which makes it tough for him to handle this climate. He shouldn't stay

go to a bigger hospital for a check-up. Anyway, he doesn't seem like he's from around here, right? The climate

frowned, nodding absentmindedly, "Does his coughing up blood have anything to

up blood?"

brought in, wasn't there a lot

said, "I

even started doubting his own