The ward was dead quiet for a sec, but those birds outside just wouldn't shut up, which was driving me nuts.

After a bit, Alexander goes, "Forget it. No need for a big hospital. I know what's up with me."

Quinn snapped back to reality, giving him a look. "So, 'knowing your own condition' means you ain't dying yet, right?" Alexander leaned back all lazy-like. "You got it."

"And what if Landon shows up?" Quinn asked.

"He's more banged up than me. No way he's coming," Alexander said, all confident.

Quinn frowned. She hadn't seen how bad Landon was hurt, but she couldn't get why Alexander wouldn't hit up a hospital. "If he can't come, why are you still here?" Quinn pressed.

"Don't we still gotta save Abigail?" Alexander shot back.

Quinn went quiet, staring at him, torn. His face was pale, and you could see the veins on his forehead.

After a bit, she said, "You should take care of yourself first."

Alexander chuckled. "You still care about me."

Quinn ignored him and turned to leave. Nathan was at the door, straightening up when he saw her.

Quinn noticed the guilt in his eyes and paused. "He won't run off again, will he?"

"What?" Nathan looked like he'd just woken up.

Quinn repeated, "Is he gonna run off again?"

"I dunno. But he's so messed up, he probably won't," Nathan said.

"Then why won't he go to the hospital?" Quinn asked, staring him down.

Nathan dodged her gaze and stammered, "Isn't he always like this? No matter how bad it is, if he can walk, he thinks he's fine." Nathan was right. Alexander was always like this. And now, he was even more stubborn.

Quinn glanced back into the ward and saw Alexander lighting up a cigarette.

She turned away, face stern, and walked out of the hospital.

The place was pretty empty today, the corridor deserted. She plopped down on a chair, with Casey next to her.

Casey stared at her for a while and then asked, "Quinn, you look pissed. Did you and Alexander fight?"

"No," Quinn said.

"No? Then why you mad? Oh, he didn't give you money?" Casey asked.

Quinn shot her a look. "Is money all you think about?"

Casey grinned, all honest. "Can't think of anything else."

Around here, money was everything. They worked for the local big shots to get by. To Casey, nothing caused more drama than money. Quinn looked at her, feeling something.

When she was Casey's age, she was with the Kennedy family. Even though she was living under someone else's roof, at least she wasn't struggling for food like Casey. And she had an education.

Thinking about it, she realized she had it way better than Casey.

In the ward, Nathan saw Alexander putting on clothes and hesitated about stopping him.

But he didn't have the guts like Sean.

Alexander finished dressing, buttoning up while asking, "Did all the people Landon brought die?"

"No, two ran off. One was still alive but too messed up to save. But our guys are after them," Nathan reported.

Alexander frowned and sighed. "He knows this place better than you. You won't catch them."

"So, what do we do?" Nathan asked.

"Call them back. No need for pointless sacrifices," Alexander said.

"Okay," Nathan replied.

Alexander walked past him and out of the ward. There was a back door in the corridor that led straight out of the hospital. Nathan quickly caught up and drove the car parked across the hospital over.

Nathan knew Alexander was heading to find Alistair.Belonging to .