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

took it, "Sure thing."

ain't got much going on

had their own agenda. Seeing how Quinn cared for the kid, they hoped she'd stick

surgery and aftercare would cost a bomb, way more than a

in a welfare home, her future looked grim. Best case, someone like Quinn would take her in. Plus,

bailed, the doc chatted with Quinn, breaking down the surgery

"How

the surgery's not too bad, just over ten grand. But the aftercare, considering she's a preemie, could

a

herself, she couldn't

to skip town. Once she did, no more access to

health was too shaky for constant

her pockets, realizing she didn't have her bank card. Otherwise, she'd have paid something upfront. But thinking about it, $200,000 was for ten years. Dropping it all at once at the hospital wasn't practical. She

Alexander walked into the

doc looked surprised, "Need

this pediatrics?"

it on the sign