Love Unspoken

Quinn got up, carefully stepping over the bodies, and grabbed some branches.

Alexander lit the fire and stashed the lighter. Quinn told him to strip so she could check his wounds.

His arms and back were a mess, with one gnarly cut running from his shoulder to his waist, still bleeding like crazy.

If they didn't do something, he'd bleed out for sure.

"How am I supposed to treat you with nothing here?" Quinn asked, all flustered.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Then don't. Just let me die," Alexander said casually, propping himself up and looking at her. "You don't want me around anyway."

Quinn was speechless. She wanted to argue but couldn't find the words.

She sat down next to him. With what they had, she could only use his torn clothes to stop the bleeding and figure out the rest tomorrow. She ripped his clothes into strips and made a makeshift bandage.

She wrapped up the deep wounds, but the shallow ones had to stay open.

When she tied the knot, Alexander yelped. "Take it easy."

Quinn paused, then lightened her touch, but if she didn't tie it tight, the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Deal with it," she said.

"It really hurts," he said, looking at her all pitiful, as if he was about to die.

"What do you want me to do?" Quinn asked, out of ideas.

Alexander leaned in and said, "Kiss me. Maybe it'll help."

Quinn was stunned, then glared at him and got up to leave.

But before she could, Alexander grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss.

Quinn's eyes went wide, her mind blank for a second.

He kissed her lightly and then let go.

Quinn instinctively raised her hand to slap him, but Alexander clutched his arm, wincing, "It hurts. I can't take it. I'm gonna die." Quinn's hand froze mid-air. Seeing his expression, she couldn't bring herself to slap him.

She knew he was partly faking it, but the pain was real.

She sighed, lowered her hand, and threw some firewood into the fire.

"Won't this fire attract other wild animals?" she asked.

Alexander paused, his expression changing.

Quinn noticed and was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Alexander was still looking at her, or more precisely, behind her.

"Quinn, why are your words always so spot-on?" he said.

Hearing this, Quinn turned to look. What she saw made her hair stand on end.

Not far behind her, in the bushes, were several pairs of glowing eyes. She swallowed hard and looked at Alexander. "What are those?"

"Another pack of wolves," Alexander said.

Quinn instantly tensed up. "What do we do?"

Alexander grabbed the gun from the ground and pulled her up. "Climb the tree."

In his state, he couldn't handle even one wolf, let alone a pack.

Climbing the tree was scary, but they had no choice. Quinn grabbed a sturdy branch and climbed up. She wasn't great at climbing and needed Alexander to push her from below. But when Alexander looked up, his view went straight up her legs. She was only wearing a coat, no pants.

It was dark, so he couldn't see much.

Quinn sat on the tree and looked down at him. "Climb up! What are you doing down there?"