Love Unspoken

The disease's progression was as unpredictable as a storm, capable of intensifying without warning.

After a moment of contemplation, Doctor Smith finally acquiesced, "Very well, I'll keep this from him. However, you must promise to adhere to your medication schedule."

Quinn offered a nod of agreement, her eyes shimmering with a profound sense of gratitude. Throughout his numerous visits, Doctor Smith had never before cast such a pitiful gaze upon her.

The sudden shift stirred a bitter sensation in the back of Quinn's throat. It was a look she dreaded, a constant reminder of her abnormality, her deviation from the norm.

How she yearned to be just like everyone else...Doctor Smith's countenance was a complex tapestry of emotions as he observed her, "Quinn, please don't shed tears. Your illness isn't as severe as you fear. Just remember to take your medicine and maintain your journal; it's not as terrifying as it seems."

the report she held in

up again for a closer examination. Then, with a sense of finality, she ripped the report into shreds and discarded them into the nearby trash bin. "Quinn..."She swiftly picked up her phone and typed out a message: [I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Dr. Smith.]"Don't let despair consume you, it's detrimental

nod in response. Doctor Smith continued to shower her with

with a meal in hand, Doctor Smith promptly rose to his feet, sensing it was time for him to

have you been feeling any better these past few days?" Kyle asked, his concern evident in his tone. Quinn managed to pull the corners of her mouth into a small smile and nodded to reassure him. Kyle

making his exit. Once outside,

looking for you over here.""Alright, go ahead. I'll catch up.""Make it quick, okay?"After Getty had departed, Alexander finally addressed the call, "Kyle Astor.""Ah, Alexander, when are you returning?" Kyle inquired, his gaze drifting towards the villa's closed gate. Quinn was likely back inside by now, lost in her thoughts on