Love Unspoken

"I've already told you, we're not the bosses here. Tagging along with us ain't gonna help," Quinn repeated.

"Don't care. As long as I can get some work, it's cool!" Casey shot back, stubborn as ever.

Quinn didn't jump to agree. She was barely keeping it together herself and couldn't drag Casey along.

Switching gears, she asked, "What did your mom do before she ended up here?"

"She was a teacher. Said she got tricked into coming here as a volunteer," Casey spilled.

"Bet she really wants to go back, huh?" Quinn probed.

Casey's eyes got all sad, and she nodded. "Yeah, I see her sitting at the door, staring east, saying home is that way." Quinn pressed her lips together, staying quiet.

Just then, the door swung open, and the clinic docs filed out.

Quinn jumped in, "How is he?"

looked serious, and Casey

the medical setup here sucks. Mr. Kennedy needs a big hospital. If we wait, it'll

that

internal injuries here. If we wait, a small problem could turn deadly," Casey explained. Quinn let out a

left, and the

by the window, shirtless and wrapped in bandages. Earlier, he had clothes on, so Quinn hadn't seen his

wisely stepped out, leaving them

for a bit,

silence. "Why'd you run out last

all casual. "Weren't you the one who

caught off guard and snapped back, "Wasn't

off, swallowing

of me?"

topics, "The doc said you need

smirked, eyes twinkling. "Do