Love Unspoken

With a swift motion, Quinn seized the phone from Doctor Miller, her head shaking in adamant denial. Observing her vehement reaction, a wave of frustration and concern washed over the doctor. "Quinn!" he exclaimed, "It's your own body we're talking about. Can't you think about yourself for once?"

Yet, Quinn remained steadfast, her head shaking in a rhythm that left Doctor Miller confounded by her obstinacy.

She pressed down on his phone with a decisive gesture, and a glimmer of understanding dawned on him. "You still don't want me to tell him?" he asked. Quinn responded with a nod, a silent plea for him to put the phone away. After a moment of internal struggle, Doctor Miller sighed in resignation, placing the phone down. "Alright," he conceded, "If you don't want me to say anything, then I won't."

As he put his phone away, Quinn retrieved hers and typed a message for him to see: It wasn't him.

Doctor Miller stared at the words, a faint blush of embarrassment creeping onto his face before he let out an awkward chuckle. "Oh? Ha ha... my apologies."

"Let me change your dressing," he said, shifting gears and opening his medical bag to tend to Quinn's facial wounds.

The remaining injury was on her knee. Quinn was clad in a nightgown that could easily be hitched up to reveal the wound.

Doctor Miller was taken aback. "How did this happen?" he asked, but Quinn merely shook her head, indicating her unwillingness to discuss it.

Respecting her silence, Doctor Miller carefully removed the gauze from her leg, which had adhered to the wound due to its severity.

Quinn, we can't change this; it might cause further damage," he remarked,

snipped the surrounding gauze, "I'll remove the top layer and add a new one. Let

when Doctor Miller was cutting

finished re-bandaging her, he added, "I'll come back tomorrow to check on you. Make

him with another

alone again, ensconced on the couch, aimlessly flipping through

she was, but restrained herself. Instead, she pulled up

caption bore the same message: Visible

eyes welled up at

was Abigail, captured in a selfie at the shore with seagulls soaring behind her,

caressed the screen, pondering if Abigail had taken these shots solely

a private message, Abigail had

a sudden warmth envelop her. Somewhere in the world, someone cared

all, Quinn liked each photo-a silent

out there, a smile graced Abigail's