Love Unspoken

Kyle was freakin' out, thinking about what Alexander just dropped on him. He had no clue how to even talk to the guy now.

Kyle, all worried, said, "Your injury's still messed up. Doc said you gotta chill and not get all worked up."

Alexander shut his eyes, took a sec to get his act together, then casually wiped the blood off his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm good," Alexander said.

He was back to his usual self, like he hadn't just almost lost it a minute ago.

He shoved Kyle aside, got in the car, leaned back, and closed his eyes, looking totally wiped.

Kyle glanced at him, too scared to suggest a hospital trip. He just started the car and drove away from Kennedy Residence in silence.

Kyle, still worried, asked, "Mr. Kennedy, now that you're spilling the beans, what's gonna happen to the company?"

Alexander wasn't Kaitlyn's or Wayne's kid. If this got out, a bunch of wannabe Kennedy heirs would stir up trouble.

Even without those folks, Ruby and Getty wouldn't just sit back and chill.

Alexander kept his eyes shut, totally ignoring Kyle.

Feeling awkward, Kyle shut up and kept driving. A light drizzle started, and the car vanished into the night.

In a room, Quinn woke up from a long, dark sleep. She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling, looking totally out of it.

She couldn't tell if she was dead or alive.

Her mind was still stuck in the heavy snow, but this wasn't Regal Riverside.

A woman's startled scream came from the doorway. Quinn turned her head with effort and saw a woman running out. Quinn furrowed her brows, staring hard at the doorway.

A minute later, a bunch of people came in, including three doctors. One of them was Soren, someone she recognized. They started checking her out as soon as they walked in.

Quinn lay there, dazed, ignoring the doctors and focusing on the two people in the back.

A voice said, "She looks pretty shocked."

It was Landon and, shockingly, Walter, who was supposed to be dead.

Seeing them, Quinn's mind almost short-circuited. She couldn't wrap her head around why they were both standing there.

'Weren't they both dead?' she thought, even more confused about whether she was in hell or still alive.

After the doctors finished, they quickly stepped back behind the two men. The older doctor said, "Mr. Mellon, her body's still weak, but now that she's awake, she's out of immediate danger." Walter had a familiar smile and motioned for them to leave.

The group respectfully exited. Landon, smirking, glanced at Quinn before following them out.

Quinn and Walter were left staring at each other.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you recognize me?" Walter asked, sitting beside her and looking down.

Quinn opened her mouth, her throat painfully dry. After a while, she managed to say, "Am I dead?"NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Walter said, "If you were dead, wouldn't all my efforts be for nothing?"

Quinn painfully dug her hand into the blanket and pinched her leg, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

"I'm not dead?" Quinn asked again, sounding surprised.

"Well, do you want to die?" He said, pulling her hand out and revealing the nasty scar on her wrist.

Quinn stared at him with bright eyes, her emotions all over the place. It was hard to tell if she was more shocked or angry.

Walter, acting like he didn't notice her look, examined the wound on her wrist and casually said, "I thought you chose Alexander and would be happy with him. Why'd you do something like this?" He looked up at Quinn, smiling, but his eyes were full of mockery.