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,

setup here sucks. Mr. Kennedy needs a big

that bad?"

we just can't check for internal injuries here. If we wait, a small problem

the

lying by the window, shirtless and wrapped in bandages. Earlier, he had clothes on, so Quinn hadn't seen his state. Now she got why he couldn't get

moved closer, and Nathan wisely stepped out, leaving

a bit, neither saying a

broke the silence. "Why'd you run out last

"Weren't you the one who ran

and snapped back, "Wasn't it because

off,

of me?"

topics, "The doc said you need a

eyes twinkling. "Do