Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head, her voice trembling as she muttered, "I want to go home."

Alexander looked down, staying silent for what felt like forever.

She grabbed the corner of his shirt and gently tugged at it, her eyes pleading. "Didn't you say you'd take me home?"

He leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, but it felt like a vast distance separated them. He couldn't read her clear eyes, and she couldn't understand the depths of his.

"Didn't I tell you, once you get better, I'll take you back," Alexander replied.

Quinn stared at him, confused. "When will I be healthy enough to go home?"

"That's for the doctor to decide," Alexander said.

"But the doctor isn't here," Quinn shot back.

"Tomorrow, I'll have the doctor come and check on you, okay?" Alexander tried to soothe her.

Quinn nodded, hoping the doctor would say she was better.

Alexander took her hand and continued to wash off the paint.

Quinn quieted down, but the sadness lingered on her face.

She thought, 'I miss home so much. I've never been away this long by myself.'

After helping her clean up, Alexander helped her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After dinner, she started to feel sleepy again.

However, a bowl of medicine later, she was no longer sleepy.

Every time she took medicine, it was torture. She'd drink half and spit out the rest.

After vomiting, she lay weakly in Alexander's arms, crying, "I never want to drink it again."

He patted her back, trying to comfort her.

A long time ago, when she was upset, she would also lie in his arms, holding onto him and refusing to let go.

But back then, she couldn't speak, didn't act spoiled like this, and didn't throw tantrums.

She had relied on him, and they were seemingly close, but there was always an inequality between them. She was always cautious around him.

Back then, she was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within the limited boundaries.

For a moment, it felt like they had returned to the past, yet it was different.

She had her own pride and temper now.

Alexander lowered his head, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears, comforting, "Don't cry. Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard this many times before; she didn't know when she would actually get better.

She pouted and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"But it's so bitter," she complained.

"Just bear with it," Alexander coaxed.

Quinn shook her head. "No, I won't drink it!"

"Stop fussing." He pressed Quinn onto the bed. "Go to sleep."

Quinn started throwing a tantrum again, rolling back and forth on the bed, shouting, "I won't drink the medicine anymore!"

Her pajamas had a hood, and she grabbed it and put it on. Then she rolled around on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket like a cocoon.

When she realized she couldn't get out, she looked at Alexander, blinking pitifully.

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Quinn whispered, "I can't get out."

"Will you sleep quietly if I help you?" Alexander asked.

She nodded obediently, the bunny ears on her hood bobbing with her head nods, looking incredibly cute.

Alexander pressed his lips together, reached out, and freed her. She wriggled over to his side and hugged his waist.

"Stay with me while I sleep," she demanded sweetly.

Alexander was silent for a moment, then removed her hands from his waist. "You sleep first. I'm going to take a shower."

Quinn allowed him to go shower and even urged him, "Hurry up."

Alexander got up and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from inside.

Quinn told him to hurry, but he took over forty minutes to finish.

By the time he came out, Quinn should have been asleep, but she wasn't.