Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself staring at her now-empty suitcase, its contents reduced to a mere handful of undergarments. A wry smile tugged at her lips as she chose silence over protest. The woman who had just left had no idea that the few pieces of clothing she'd just acquired could have covered the down payment for a decent apartment.

However, Quinn's mind was not preoccupied with clothes. Her thoughts were consumed by the child growing inside her.

It was only after the woman had departed that Quinn summoned the strength to visit a doctor. The local clinic was unimpressive, a simple two-story building where the first floor served as the outpatient area and the second housed infusion and inpatient care. With only five doctors working in shifts, it was far from bustling.

Finding no other patients around, Quinn quietly knocked and entered the consultation room. The doctor looked up in surprise. He recognized her from the previous night when she had been rushed in, causing him and his colleagues to work overtime. The initial plan was to transfer her to a larger hospital, but with no next of kin, she ended up being treated here.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, sliding a pen and paper across the table toward her.

Quinn picked up the pen and wrote, "Doctor, how is my baby?"

if we manage to save it, you're likely to face complications, possibly even

her child was still alive and distress at the doctor's words. She wrote again,

which could be related to your lifestyle and diet and the recent stress. Honestly, it's better to deal with it now than suffer more down the road if it has to be done later." Quinn bit her lip, taking a moment before responding. She didn't immediately agree with the doctor. Everything she had done was for this child, her beacon of hope. If she was meant to lose the baby, she wouldn't have risked everything the night before. She would rather

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persuade her, but Quinn wrote one final line on the paper, "I want to keep

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you? If you decide to keep it, the suffering will be on

thank you, Doctor. I'm ready to

it, I won't try to stop you. Go rest up for a bit, and then you can

to her name. She had even left her phone back in the storage room