Alexander was banged up pretty bad, stumbling around like a drunk, and Quinn was worried he might facent any second. "Yo, you should crash on the bed," Quinn said.


    The bed was basic as hell, just dirt and bricks. Alexander shuffled over, plopped down, and held his knees, giving Quinn a weak look. "What about you?" he asked.


    "I''m not sleeping," she said, heading to a janky stool made from a tree stump.


    Alexander sighed, "Still pissed?"


    Quinn turned her back. "I don''t wanna talk to a liar."


    "When you gonna talk to me then?" Alexander asked.


    "Leave me alone," Quinn snapped.


    Alexander chuckled, kinda helpless. Clutching his chest, he muttered, "Why''s it hurt so much?"


    Quinn nced at him.


    In the dim light, he looked pale as a ghost, and the pain seemed real.


    Quinn didn''t n to give him any attention, but seeing his furrowed brows, she couldn''t help but get up and walk over.


    "Where''s it hurt? Should we head back to the hospital? It''s not far," she said.


    "I dunno, it all hurts here," Alexander said, pointing to his chest, looking at her with puppy eyes.


    Quinn ced her finger on his left rib. "Here?"


    Alexander shook his head.


    "Here?" she asked again, moving her finger to another rib.


    Alexander grabbed her hand, cing it on his chest and looking deeply at her. "It hurts here."


    Her hand was on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Chest pain?" she asked.


    "No, it''s heartache," Alexander said, dead serious.


    Quinn was stunned for a sec, then heard him say, "It hurts ''cause you''re ignoring me."N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    Quinn''s face tightened, her worry flipping to anger. She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it down.


    "Are you done yet?" Quinn said, her face showing anger.


    "It really hurts. I''m not lying." He held her hand, looking all pitiful.


    Quinn didn''t wanna hear his crap and yanked her hand back.


    Next thing she knew, Alexander grabbed her wrist, yanked her, and she fell into his arms.


    Before she could fight back, the world spun. When she came to, Alexander was on top of her.


    Quinn red at him, asking, "What are you doing?"


    "See, you ignore me as soon as you get out," Alexander said, looking all hurt.


    "Who told you to lie to me?" Quinn snapped, struggling and trying to push him away. But he pinned her wrists down.


    He stared at her, speaking softly, "If I didn''t lie, would you talk to me when you got out?"


    Quinn was speechless, couldn''t respond.


    After a moment, she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. "Let go of me," she murmured.


    "You''re a liar too," he said, his tone angry as he leaned down and bit her lip, not quite a kiss.


    Quinn winced, brows furrowing, anger rising. She didn''t know where the strength came from, but she suddenly pulled her hand back and pushed him away.


    Alexander was shoved to the side, and Quinn didn''t expect him to go down so easy. She paused, got up, and bolted out without looking back.


    Alexander propped himself up on the bed, staring at the door with aplex expression. Blood trickled from his sleeve, down his arm, to his fingers, and finally dripped onto the bed.