Soren offered a nod of agreement, his expression solemn.


    Outside, a sh of lightning split the night sky, its brilliant light piercing through the window. It cast an eerie glow upon Quinn''s face, entuating her pallor. In the absence of any other light, her visage was ghostly, a chilling reminder of those who had passed.


    Soren lingered by the bed, his gaze never straying from Quinn. Hours ticked by, each one heavy with anticipation. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Quinn stirred.


    Her eyes fluttered open, the stark white ceilinging into focus. A flicker of confusion danced in her eyes, a silent testament to her disorientation.


    "Quinn, are you awake?" Soren''s voice cut through the silence.


    Her eyshes fluttered in response, her head turning ever so slightly in his direction.


    "Do you remember me, Quinn? I''m Soren," he ventured, his voiceced with a mixture of hope and trepidation.


    Quinn''s gaze met his, her eyes weak yet intense. The unsettling depth of her stare had Soren swallowing hard. He pointed to his nose, a silent plea for recognition.


    "Do you not recognize me?" His question echoed in the room, unanswered.


    Quinn remained silent, her gaze unwavering.


    A sigh escaped Soren''s lips as he muttered to himself, "Has it really gotten this bad?"


    His brow furrowed in concern. "That can''t be right. The doctor said it wouldn''t progress this quickly."N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    "Have you been taking the medication I gave you?" His question hung in the air, unanswered.


    His words tumbled out in a rush, a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation. His rambling was interrupted when Quinn suddenly lifted her hand, gesturing weakly. "I remember." Soren''s confusion was evident. He couldn''t decipher her gesture.


    Recognizing his confusion, Quinn mustered the strength to nod.


    Relief washed over Soren at her response. "So, you do remember me?"


    Quinn nodded again, her movement slow but deliberate.


    "That''s a relief. Have you been taking your medication on time?" Soren continued, his voice a blend of relief and concern.


    Quinn''s response was a flutter of her eyshes, her gaze dropping to herp. The faint shadows cast by her delicateshes danced on her cheeks.


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    Soren sighed deeply, his voiceced with earnest concern. "Quinn, you need to eat regrly. If you don''t, this illness of yours..."


    He trailed off, not wanting to paint a bleak picture. He quickly changed his tone. "If you manage to take your medication on time, your illness shouldn''t worsen for at least two more years." Despite his words, Soren was being conservative. Given Quinn''s current condition, two years seemed overly optimistic. It would be a victory if she could hold on for another six months. Quinn made a feeble attempt to reach for her cell phone, but her strength failed her. Her arm fell back onto the bed, limp and lifeless.


    "Quinn, if there''s anything you want to say, wait until you''ve regained some strength," Soren reassured her. "I''m not going anywhere. I''ll get you some soup."


    With that, he hurried out of the room. He returned shortly, a bowl of soup cradled in his hands.


    He propped Quinn up and brought a Sebastianful of soup to her lips. "Quinn, please eat something."


    She peered at the soup he held out to her, her lips pursed. After a moment of silence, she lowered her head and took a sip.


    Soren sighed in relief, quickly scooping up another Sebastianful. "Come on, have some more. You haven''t eaten anything in two days."


    Quinn quietly consumed the soup. By the time the bowl was empty, she felt a slight return of strength.


    She reached for the cell phone on the bedside table, typing out a message for Soren to read.


    [Am I dying?]


    Soren froze at her words, his movements stalling. He mustered a weak smile. "That''s nonsense, Quinn. You''re still so young. How could you be dying?"


    A realization dawned on him. "You''re not eating because you think you''re dying, aren''t you?"


    Quinn fell silent, her quiet acknowledgment resonating in the room.


    She had spent a day lying on the couch, waking up to a world spinning out of control, her mind muddled. Aside from her aching fingers, a sharp pain throbbed in her stomach and throughout her body. In that moment, she truly believed her end was near.


    She had braced herself for the inevitable, only to awaken once more, alive and in her bed. "Quinn, about your illness I need to talk to you," Soren''s voice broke through her thoughts.