Love Unspoken

After a bit, she rolled outta bed, slipped on her shoes, and headed downstairs.

Walter was chillin' in the living room, nose deep in a newspaper. Dude had been laying low these past few days 'cause of his injury, barely stepping out. "Yo, it's already five. Where you off to?" Walter suddenly piped up.

It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. Quinn had tried to sneak past, but he still caught her.

Quinn stopped, turned around, and said, "I'm going to the hospital."

"You're just gonna go see him now?" Walter asked.

"I'm not going to see him, I'm going to..." She trailed off. Couldn't spill the beans about the kid.

Walter put down the paper, tilted his head, and gave her a look. "You going back on your word?"

Quinn hung her head, couldn't think of a comeback.

She had promised she was done with Alexander-no visits, no checking up on him.

But she hadn't stuck to it.

Made all her past drama and beef with the Kennedys seem like she deserved it, like she brought it on herself.

her efforts to ditch Alexander look like

her promise made her look

stop you again,

came rushing down.

his busted leg. "Isn't it time to

said, "Yeah, sorry, I

aid kit, squatted next to Walter, and started unwrapping

was just above the knee, pretty gnarly. Walter couldn't sit still and kept

see the blood

Stitched up and medicated,

seen it, Quinn would've

and saw her standing there. "Weren't you leaving?

lips together,

stared at his leg, and asked softly, "How'd you get this

back on the sofa, all casual, saying, "I

excuse was as ridiculous as Alexander's for helping an old man. Both of them used dumb reasons to keep her from finding out the truth. There was a bit of defiance too, like, "You wouldn't believe me anyway,

sat down next to him

smirked at her.