NovelEnglishChapter 1006 Alexander's eyes snapped open, the stench of blood hitting him like a freight train.
He yanked the blanket off and saw a huge, dark red stain under the pillow. His eyes went wide.
He grabbed Quinn's wrist from under the pillow, her whole hand drenched in blood.
"Quinn!" Alexander yelled.
He pressed the blanket against her wound and slapped her face lightly, shouting, "Quinn, Quinn. Wake up!" Quinn's eyes stayed shut, no response. Tears clung to her lashes, sparkling in the light.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How could you?" Alexander roared.
A whirlwind of emotions-anger, fear, panic-flashed across his face.
"Soren!" His furious shout jolted Soren awake on the downstairs couch, making him tumble to the floor.
Rubbing his eyes, he quickly grasped the situation and bolted upstairs.
"What happened, Mr. Kennedy..." His words died in his throat when he saw the blood-soaked bed, his eyes going wide.
He rushed over to bandage Quinn's wound without missing a beat.
"The wound's messed up again. Blood vessel's busted, needs stitches." Soren wiped sweat off his forehead and did the quickest thing he could think of, tying a rope tight around Quinn's wrist to stop the bleeding. "Get her to the hospital. Now!" Soren urged, "She might need a transfusion." As soon as Soren finished, Alexander scooped Quinn up and dashed out of the room.
He sped to the hospital like a madman.
Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 000005sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Outside the OR, Alexander stood silent.
He was still covered in Quinn's blood, just like she had been.
Kyle and Soren stood nearby, shaking in their boots, sneaking glances at Alexander.
Alexander's hair was a mess, and he was in black loungewear, staring blankly at the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKyle and Soren exchanged looks, trying to piece together what had happened.
Soren shook his head, clueless. Just from the wound, he could tell Quinn had been dead set on ending it, ripping open a freshly healed scar.
It takes guts to peel off a hangnail, let alone a deep scar like that.
Four hours later, the doctor cout, and Alexander's head snapped up.
Kyle asked, "How is she?" The doctor frowned, sighed, and shook his head.
Alexander shot up, grabbing the doctor's collar. "Why are you shaking your head?" The doctor's face paled at Alexander's deadly glare. "Calm down."
Alexander's eyes bore into the doctor, teeth clenched. "Tellwhy are you spraking your head?" The content is e on novelenglish.net!
The doctor had seen plenty of troublemakers, but Alexander was different he'd never seen such real, EN1 murderous intent. He knew if he shook his head again, Alexander might actually kill him.
Kyle chimed in, "What's her condition? Just say it! It's just blood lass it can't be..." He couldn't bring himself to finish.
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