Love Unspoken

Quinn got up, carefully stepping over the bodies, and grabbed some branches.

Alexander lit the fire and stashed the lighter. Quinn told him to strip so she could check his wounds.

His arms and back were a mess, with one gnarly cut running from his shoulder to his waist, still bleeding like crazy.

If they didn't do something, he'd bleed out for sure.

"How am I supposed to treat you with nothing here?" Quinn asked, all flustered.

"Then don't. Just let me die," Alexander said casually, propping himself up and looking at her. "You don't want me around anyway."

Quinn was speechless. She wanted to argue but couldn't find the words.

She sat down next to him. With what they had, she could only use his torn clothes to stop the bleeding and figure out the rest tomorrow. She ripped his clothes into strips and made a makeshift bandage.

She wrapped up the deep wounds, but the shallow ones had to stay open.

When she tied the knot, Alexander yelped. "Take it easy."

Quinn paused, then lightened her touch, but if she didn't tie it tight, the bleeding wouldn't stop.

with it,"

at her all pitiful, as if he was about to

me to do?" Quinn asked, out of

in and said,

then glared at him and got

arm and pulled her in for

her mind blank for

lightly and then

I can't take

he was partly faking

sighed, lowered her hand, and threw

other wild

his

and was taken aback.

her,

your words always

turned to look. What she

pairs of glowing eyes.