Love Unspoken

Alexander strolled back into the bedroom and found Quinn knocked out on the sofa.

He scooped her up without a second thought.

The second he touched her, her eyes flew open, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

"Go to bed," Alexander said, giving her a quick glance while carrying her over.

He plopped her down and then flopped onto the bed himself.

Quinn turned her back to him, but he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around her, locking her in his grip.

He didn't say a word, but Quinn could feel his stubbornness in every move.

It was as if he were silently telling her that no matter what, he wasn't letting go.

Unless she kicked the bucket, she was stuck with him.

Quinn shut her eyes and tried to sleep. That's when she felt the sharp pain in her wrist, making it impossible to sleep.

For the past few days, Alexander hadn't left the house and stuck to her like glue. They didn't talk, and he didn't care if Quinn spoke or not. As long as she ate and changed her bandages, he kept his mouth shut. But if she resisted, everyone paid the price.

Quinn was too drained to fight him anymore.

A week later, Soren took off her bandages. The wound on her wrist had a thick scab, rough to the touch.

Soren said, "No more meds needed, but keep it dry. Let the scab fall off on its own."

Quinn stared at the reddish-brown scar on her wrist, her eyes glazed over.

Getting no response, Soren asked again, "Mrs. Kennedy, you hear me?"

Quinn looked up and forced a smile. "Yeah, got it."

The sun was blazing outside, and the light bouncing off the floor made Quinn look even paler.

Soren gave her a suspicious look, sensing something was off but couldn't put his finger on it.

"Alright, I'm out," Soren said, packing up his medical kit and leaving.

Quinn leaned against the headboard, staring at the sunlight outside and gently rubbing the scar with her fingers.

As night rolled in, Alexander brought her dinner and sat beside her to feed her.

Quinn stared at him, obediently opening her mouth to take the spoon he offered.

Alexander asked, "Tastes good?"

Quinn gave a slight nod.

A faint smile crept onto Alexander's face as he kept feeding her.

Since Quinn had been pretty chill this past week, Alexander was more relaxed, and he looked a lot better.

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He patiently fed her dinner, showing no signs of getting annoyed, and even seemed to enjoy it.

Before Wayne's death, Quinn thought he was somewhat normal, but now he was getting weirder by the day.

Even though she saw his face every day, she felt like she was starting to not recognize him.

"What's on your mind? You're zoning out while eating," he said softly, pulling out two tissues to wipe her mouth. Quinn stiffened, not moving an inch, her body tense.

Quinn said, "I'm done."

Alexander tossed the tissues in the trash and didn't push her to eat more. "Alright, no more then."

He handed the tray to Olivia.

After Olivia left, he carried her to the bathroom. He helped her wash up, and then carried her back to bed.

He lay down beside Quinn, wrapped his arms around her, turned off the light, and whispered in her ear, "Go to sleep."