Love Unspoken

In the grand scheme of life, the lifespan of a pet was but a fleeting moment, a brief existence that spanned merely a decade or two at best.

On this particular day, the anticipated visit from the doctor was scheduled for the afternoon. Quinn had spent the morning ensconced in the peaceful embrace of sleep, stirring only when the insistent chime of the doorbell echoed through the confines of her apartment. With a sigh, she dragged her weary body out of bed and trudged towards the door to welcome her visitor.

Upon her opening of the door, the doctor stepped in, his medical bag clutched in his hand and a professional smile gracing his features. "Good afternoon, Quinn. How have you been faring these past few days?" he asked.

A semblance of a smile flickered across Quinn's lips, a feeble attempt to mask the inner turmoil that roiled within her.

The doctor, however, did not anticipate a response. His inquiry was more of a courtesy than a genuine probe into her wellbeing. He stepped further into the apartment, setting down his bag and gesturing for Quinn to sit on the couch so he could check her pulse. As his fingers pressed against her wrist, his smile gradually faded.

He glanced at Quinn, his expression a complex mix of concern and confusion. "How come... it's worse than last time?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. Quinn remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him, unblinking.

Growing increasingly anxious, the doctor implored, "Quinn, you need to cheer up, and... you know, your vitality hasn't recovered yet." His words were gentle, yet they carried an underlying message that Quinn understood all too well. A flush of embarrassment warmed her ears as she quietly withdrew her hand.

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