NovelEnglishAfter a bit, she rolled outta bed, slipped on her shoes, and headed downstairs.
Walter was chillin' in the living room, nose deep in a newspaper. Dude had been laying low these past few days 'cause of his injury, barely stepping out. "Yo, it's already five. Where you off to?" Walter suddenly piped up.
It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. Quinn had tried to sneak past, but he still caught her.
Quinn stopped, turned around, and said, "I'm going to the hospital." "You're just gonna go see him now?" Walter asked.
"I'm not going to see him, I'm going to..." She trailed off. Couldn't spill the beans about the kid. Walter put down the paper, tilted his head, and gave her a look. "You going back on your word?" Quinn hung her head, couldn't think of a comeback.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had promised she was done with Alexander-no visits, no checking up on him.
But she hadn't stuck to it.
Made all her past and beef with the Kennedys seem like she deserved it, like she brought it on herself.
Made her efforts to ditch Alexander look like a joke.
Breaking her promise made her look shady.
Walter sighed, "Fine, go if you want. I've done all I can. If I try to stop you again, you'll think I'm up to something, like Alexander, trying to cage you in." Then he suddenly yelled, "Soren!" A minute later, Soren crushing down. "What's up?" Walter lifted his suit, showing his busted leg. "Isn't it tto change the dressing?" Soren hesitated, then quickly said, "Yeah, sorry, I forgot." He grabbed the first aid kit, squatted next to Walter, and started unwrapping the bandage.
The wound was just above the knee, pretty gnarly. Walter couldn't sit still and kept moving around, making it bleed more.
From Quinn's angle, she could see the blood on the bandage.
When Soren took it off, the wound looked nasty. Stitched up and medicated, but the flesh was all messed up, swollen and red.
If she hadn't seen it, Quinn would've thought he was faking.
Walter looked back and saw her standing there. "Weren't you leaving? What are you still doing here?" he asked. Quinn pressed her lips together, didn't move.
After a bit, she walked over to Walter, stared at his leg, and asked softly, "How'd you get this injury?" Walter leaned back on the sofa, all casual, saying, "I was bored and shot myself." Quinn's mouth twitched. His excuse was as ridiculous as Alexander's for helping an old man. Both of them used dumb reasons to keep her from finding out the truth. There was a bit of defiance too, like, "You wouldn't believeanyway, so who cares how I got hurt?" Quinn had nothing more to say. She sat down next to him and watched Soren change the dressing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWalter smirked at her. "Not going out anymore?" "No," Quinn replied.
Walter scoffed, "Then isn't he pitiful, being alone in the hospital?" Quinn frowned. "Can you stop being so sarcastic?"
Walter said calmly, "I'm just saying what you're thinking, How's thatm sarcastic, unless I hit the nail on the head?"
Quinn didn't know how to respond. She looked at his leg and said, m "Seems like you really have nothing better to do. Why not shoot the other leg too?"
"See, now that's sarcasm." Walter stared at her and chuckled "Your were much cuter when you were ΕΠ quiet." Quinn gave him a side-eye, decided not to argue, and went upstairs.
Just as she reached the bedroom door, her phone rang. It was the cop she had contacted earlier.
Quinn closed the door before answering the call.
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