Love Unspoken

The cops tracked down the doc and grilled him about the kid's condition.

Doc goes, "We saved the baby, but she's got an atrial septal defect, a common heart issue. Needs fixing ASAP."

One of the cops was like, "Alright, let's get on it then."

Doc shook his head, "Can't do it now. She's too tiny. Surgery's gotta wait at least three months. Plus, she's a preemie, super fragile, needs some time in the incubator." "Man, that's a lotta hassle," one young cop muttered.

The vibe was clear: no wonder her folks ditched her.

The cops glanced at Quinn again. She was clearly worried about the baby.

But they kept it zipped, just told the doc, "Take care of her first, we'll sort the rest later."

Doc sighed, "Yeah, we'll do what we can."

They couldn't just leave her hanging again.

Then the cop turned to Quinn, "Miss, if you got time, keep an eye on her and hit me up if anything goes down."

Quinn

it, "Sure

I ain't got much going

had their own agenda. Seeing how Quinn cared for the kid, they hoped she'd stick around. Maybe, just maybe, she'd think

and aftercare would cost a bomb, way more than a regular family

a welfare home, her future looked grim. Best case, someone like Quinn would take her in. Plus, it'd save them a ton of

bailed, the doc chatted with Quinn, breaking down the

"How much

surgery's not too bad, just over ten grand. But the aftercare, considering she's a preemie, could run into complications." Doc laid it all out, "To keep her healthy till she's ten, you're looking at

skipped a beat

sold herself, she couldn't scrape

Once she did, no more access

the kid. The kid's health was too shaky for constant moving. After a pause, Quinn nodded,

it, $200,000 was for ten years. Dropping it all at once at the hospital wasn't

soon as Quinn left, Alexander walked into the consultation

doc looked surprised, "Need

this pediatrics?"

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