Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 390

Alex clenched his fists. "I swear, I want to toss you into a trash can."

Tyrone rolled his eyes. "Oh please, if you could stuff me in a toilet, that'd actually be impressive."

Alex really felt like shoving a sock in Tyrone's mouth. He took a deep breath and pleaded, "Please, I'm exhausted, I'm tired, and my head is killing me. Can I just have a moment of peace?"

Tyrone cocked his head, looking at him for a moment. "Fine... go to sleep then."

Alex sighed in relief and closed his eyes.

But no sooner had he closed them than he heard Tyrone again. "Hey, Alex, do you ever feel like you're the only sane one in your family?"

Alex shot up, rolling up his sleeves. "Tyrone, just shut it. Come on, let's have a little chat about life!"

...

Dawn broke, and Quintessa woke up before seven. The sky outside looked gloomy, hinting at rain.

The hospital beds were far from comfortable. Quintessa had gone to bed late and woke up early, her head throbbing and her eyelids swollen.

Despite falling asleep in the latter half of the night, Quintessa hardly rested well, haunted by dreams replaying her life's experiences over the past twenty years.

She realized her most vivid memories were from her childhood before the age of eight, even more so than the nerve-wracking three years she spent in Serenitia.

Sitting up and holding her forehead, Quintessa turned to find Tyrone and Alex weren't there, which was a surprise. "Those two really are something. They didn't come back after last night, did they?"

Just then, they walked in.

Quintessa was about to ask where they'd been when she noticed the bruises on their faces. Tyrone on his left cheek, Alex on his right, symmetrically placed as if measured.

Alex rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but admit, Tyrone had a way with words that deserved 100 points!

How could he be more eloquent? That just didn't add up!

The atmosphere turned awkward. Alex went back to his bed and lay down... so tired!

It was still early, and they couldn't just leave. They had to wait for the doctor to check them over and give them the all-clear to be discharged.

...

At half-past seven, Mrs. York arrived, to Quintessa's surprise. "How come you're here so early?"

Mrs. York sighed. "Both of you got injured, how could I sleep? I've been up since 5, made you guys some food. Have a bite, and once we get you home, I'll fatten you both up."