Forty minutester, they finally rolled up to the town hospital.


    Quinn helped Alexander off the horse, leaving him there, and sprinted inside to get some help. Soon enough, he was wheeled into the ER.


    Quinn plopped down outside, pulled out her phone, and saw Walter had called her a minute ago.


    She turned off the screen, stared at the red light of the ER, and nced at the blood on her fingers, her face a mix of emotions.


    Walter looked at his phone, saw the call had disconnected, and tossed it aside.


    Soren was cleaning up a mess of bloody gauze on the floor, stuffing it into a bag. He hunched his shoulders and softly said, "Mr. Mellon, your injury''s pretty bad. You need to chill and stop moving around." Walter shot him a look.


    Soren shrank further into his cor, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Walter''s gaze.


    "You''ve been around Alexander for a while, huh?" Walter suddenly asked.


    "Not really, I spend more time with Ms. Mellon," Soren replied.


    Walter leaned back on the sofa, thinking of Alexander''s face, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Is he always this shameless in private?" he asked.


    "I don''t know," Soren replied.


    What the heck happened? What did Alexander do to make Walter say something like that?


    Soren sneaked a nce at Walter, who had that cold smile and a face pale from blood loss.


    Kinda scary, but there was a weird beauty to it.


    Did he try to off Alexander and end up getting hurt instead?


    After a while of silence, Soren quickly packed up and bailed.


    Back at the hospital, Quinn had been waiting for over two hours. It was almost dawn when the light in the OR finally turned green. She jumped up from her chair.


    The doctor came out, and Quinn rushed over, "How is he?"


    "He just passed out from a fever," the doctor said.


    Quinn, confused, asked, "That''s it?"Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    The doctor exined, "His fever was really high, like 104 degrees. Plus, he''s got some fibrosis in his lungs, which makes it tough for him to handle this climate. He shouldn''t stay in this high-altitude area, or it''ll get worse." "Fibrosis? What''s that?" Quinn asked.


    The doctor said, "There are lots of causes. He should go to a bigger hospital for a check-up. Anyway, he doesn''t seem like he''s from around here, right? The climate might be a factor, but I can''t say for sure."


    Quinn frowned, nodding absentmindedly, "Does his coughing up blood have anything to do with this?"


    "He coughed up blood?" the doctor asked, surprised.


    "When he was brought in, wasn''t there a lot of blood on him?" Quinn asked.


    The doctor remembered and said, "I don''t know. It shouldn''t be rted."


    He even started doubting his own skills.


    "Alright, I get it. Thanks." The doctor had already mentioned the hospital''s limitations, so she didn''t dwell on it.


    After all, Alexander was broke and disabled, and Walter was always causing trouble.


    Walter might not kill him, but he sure could make his life hell, beating him up whenever, and she couldn''t do anything about it.


    Thinking about those two now just stressed her out.


    She had to get out of there. She didn''t want to be caught up in their constant drama. Once she left, she wouldn''t have to worry about it anymore. Whatever they did would be their problem, not hers. Quinn sat in the ward, texting Abigail on her phone.


    Abigail told her that her phone number hadn''t been canceled and had been reissued. She was mailing it now and asked for her address.


    Alexander slowly woke up and saw Quinn with her head down, ying on her phone.


    His IV bottle was almost empty, but she hadn''t even nced at it.