Tired of everything

The bodyguard carefully placed Henry on the bed, and he started walking outside without saying a word.

Quinn ran to him, and she told him to stop.

"Where are you going? Aren't we doing anything to help him?" She asked, and he looked at her for a few seconds before he opened his mouth to speak.

"He'll wake up soon, he just needs rest. You should stay with him." He said, and he closed the door without saying anything else to Quinn.

Quinn sighed, and she went over to Henry and sat down on a chair that was beside the bed.

That image made them look as if they were in a hospital and Quinn was watching over them.

She bent her head towards him to see if he was okay, and if he was breathing fine. He was.

When she was sure of that, she looked at his hand and took it into hers. She started rubbing her thumb against his hard fingers, and she smiled at him, even though she was sure that he couldn't see her.

She continued doing that until she was tired of it. She dropped his hand and randomly touche