Love Unspoken

A slow understanding dawned in Quinn's eyes. She seemed to vaguely remember hearing about it before. Dr. Hughes, his teeth clenched in frustration, explained, "It's essentially dementia, Quinn.

But don't let it frighten you too much. You're so young; it's highly unlikely for someone of your age to be afflicted with this condition. I suspect it's more related to your recent brain injury.""You've sustained a head injury, haven't you?" he asked. Quinn nodded in affirmation, her mind flashing back to the numerous times she had hit her head during her three-day ordeal with Walter.

Dr. Hughes exhaled a sigh of relief. "That's probably the cause then. There's no need to worry-this is much more treatable than Alzheimer's."His words brought a sense of relief to Quinn, easing the tension in her shoulders. However, Dr. Hughes quickly added, "We should still get you to a hospital for a check-up, just to be on the safe side."

Suddenly apprehensive at the thought of a hospital visit, Quinn pursed her lips. What if it was indeed that dreadful disease? What would she do then?She already felt foolish enough, and the prospect of becoming senile was too overwhelming to contemplate.

With trembling fingers, Quinn typed out her question: [What happens with that disease?]Dr. Hughes responded, "It's complicated. Alzheimer's is a neurodegenerative disorder. While it doesn't directly threaten life, in the advanced stages, patients can forget how to eat, how to use the bathroom, or even how to walk.

The biggest challenge isn't the disease itself—it's the obstacles it creates for living a normal life."As Dr. Hughes spoke, his voice carried a note of unease.

youth, the disease didn't discriminate based on age.Quinn bit

typed: Dr. Hughes, whatever the outcome, can we keep it between us?A puzzled expression crossed Dr.

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to find out sooner or later." Quinn replied, [We can worry about that when the time comes.]She told

sighed, "Okay, then. I'll stop by tomorrow to check on you. Make sure you write down anything you remember, and we'll figure it out

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response was swift, "How is she?""Stable," Dr. Hughes replied. "I'll prescribe her some herbal remedies to take; constant colds aren't a good sign.""Alright, send me the

Astor, entrusting him with the task of picking up the medicine.Regardless of the situation, they had to ensure her health was on track, especially if it was something serious - she might not even make it to