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.

can't change this; it might cause further damage," he remarked, concern etched on

remove the top layer and add a new one. Let it fall off on its own after the wound crusts

she had already felt a twinge of pain when Doctor

her, he added, "I'll come back tomorrow to check on

him

ensconced on the couch, aimlessly flipping through television channels and scrolling

contact info, yearning to ask where she was, but restrained herself. Instead, she pulled up Abigail's social media feed. Recently, Abigail had been posting

bore the same message: Visible

welled up at those

the shore with seagulls soaring behind her, the breeze tousling her

if Abigail had taken

of sending a private message, Abigail had chosen to share

through the images, Quinn felt a sudden warmth envelop her.

Quinn liked each photo-a

graced Abigail's lips upon seeing the