If worst came to worst, he could just drive himself.
Morton Grant had finally left.
Stella Lockwood looked at Sean Quinn. "I'm going to buy some medicine for your injuries. Wait here... But you'll have to tell me what to get."
Sean Quinn listed a few medications. "Just get these... They should have them here."
Stella Lockwood committed the names to memory and ran off to register and fill the prescription.
A short while later, Stella Lockwood returned with the medicine. Sean Quinn was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, resting. He looked exhausted. 'It makes sense,' she thought. 'By all rights, he should be at home resting with his injuries. Instead, he got into another big fight for my sake. After one incident after another like this, how could anyone not be tired?'
