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."

Quinn's gaze fell to the report she held in her hands.

A pause ensued, a moment of introspection, before she picked it 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 to your condition," he advised gently.

Quinn offered a faint nod in response. Doctor Smith continued to shower her with comforting words, to which Quinn listened in silence, occasionally murmuring a noncommittal agreement.

Upon seeing Kyle Astor arrive with a meal in hand, Doctor Smith promptly rose to his feet, sensing it was time for him to take his leave. Kyle cast a suspicious glance at the pair; their expressions were unsettling, and it was unclear what their conversation had entailed.

"Quinn, 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 Astor furrowed his brows suspiciously but chose not to probe further.

He set the table and patiently waited for Quinn to finish her meal before making his exit. Once outside, Kyle sat in his car, ruminating over the situation until he finally decided to call Alexander.

As soon as the call connected, Kyle found himself struggling to find the right words. Before he could utter a single syllable, Getty's voice echoed through the line, "Alexander, what are you doing? Someone's 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 the couch. "In a couple of days. Is something amiss with Quinn?""No, it's just that I ran into the Doctor earlier.

He's been visiting quite frequently. Did you arrange for this?"Kyle's question was hesitant, but the expressions he had witnessed earlier were undeniably peculiar, as if they had been discussing some clandestine matter. "Is Quinn improving?""She seems to be coping, but don't you think she might be bored, being home alone all the time?""Mind your own business."With that, Alexander abruptly ended the call, leaving Kyle without a chance to respond. After the sudden disconnection, Kyle Astor sat in silence for a while before releasing a sigh. He couldn't comprehend Alexander. His own spouse was ill, and yet there he was, scouting locations with Getty. At times, even Kyle struggled to discern who truly held Alexander's affections. Meanwhile, Getty, noticing Alexander hadn't joined her, returned and looped her arm through his. "Who was that on the phone? You're here with me, can't you just forget about that dummy at home for a while?"