A slow understanding dawned in Quinn''s eyes. She seemed to vaguely remember hearing about it before. Dr. Hughes, his teeth clenched in frustration, exined, "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 rted to your recent brain injury.""You''ve sustained a head injury, haven''t you?" he asked. Quinn nodded in affirmation, her mind shing back to the numerous times she had hit her head during her three-day ordeal with Walter.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    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 bing senile was too overwhelming to contemte.


    With trembling fingers, Quinn typed out her question: [What happens with that disease?]Dr. Hughes responded, "It''splicated. 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.


    Despite Quinn''s youth, the disease didn''t discriminate based on age.Quinn bit her lip, her head bowed in silence.


    After a moment that felt like an eternity, she typed: Dr. Hughes, whatever the oue, can we keep it between us?A puzzled expression crossed Dr. Hughes'' face. "You''re not nning to tell Alexander?"


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    Quinn nodded in affirmation."Why not? Isn''t he your husband? How will you manage treatment without telling him?"


    Nervously twisting her fingers, Quinn typed out her reasoning for him to see: [I don''t want to worry him.]Dr. Hughes paused, but he understood, "You know, keeping it from him won''t change the fact that he''s bound to find out sooner orter." Quinn replied, [We can worry about that when the timees.]She told herself it wasn''t so much that she didn''t want to cause him worry; more that she dreaded the thought of his disdain and indifference. Being considered a dummy was enough to earn his scorn.


    Dr. Hughes 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 then."


    Quinn nodded in agreement.After giving her a deep, assessing look, Dr. Hughes noticed her fever had subsided for the day, eliminating any immediate need for him to stay.He exited the vi, climbed into his car, and returned a call to Alexander.


    The 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 prescription, and I''ll have someone pick it up."


    After ending the call, Dr. Hughes added Alexander on a messaging app and quickly scribbled down the prescription on a piece of paper, snapping a photo to send his way.Alexander forwarded the prescription to Kyle 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 thete stages. That evening, it was Kyle Astor who delivered the herbal concoctions; Alexander hadn''t returned.


    Quinn sat cross-legged on the couch, a pen in her hand, chewing on the end as if trying to coax out thoughts. Astor peeked over and couldn''t help but chuckle at the nk page, "Quinn, what''s got you so preupied?"


    Lifting her eyes to meet his, Quinn scribbled in her notebook: Just pondering what I feel like eating, making a list."Well, you can just text me what you want next time, no need to trouble yourself."Quinn offered him a faint smile and a slight nod."Come on, let''s get you something to eat; I''ll prepare the medicine Alexander sent over."


    Quinn nced at the traditional concoction in his hand but remained silent. Without waiting for her response, Kyle Astor took care of the preparation and served her the brewed medicine after she finished eating. Only after watching her drink it with a grimaced expression from the bitterness did he take his leave.