Paging Dr Jules

"you come home after finally finishing college. You go to a local cafe one evening and see your old best friend Quincy sitting at a table alone drinking a hot chocolate and scrolling through her phone." "She starts getting ready to leave as you are standing in line to get your coffee. She starts to open to door to exit the cafe clearly in a hurry to get somewhere." "do you try to get her attention or call or text her later that night?"

"Quincy turns around, visibly surprised to see Cl-ver. She gives a small smile" Hey Sam! What's up?

"Quincy reciprocates the hug, enjoying the warmth of Cl-ver's embrace." I've been okay, just keeping busy. It's good to see you again. "She pulls back slightly, looking into Cl-ver's eyes." What about you? How's life treating you?

"Quincy smiles warmly, her eyes sparkling with excitement." Wow, that sounds amazing, Sam! Congrats on the new job! As for me, I've just been... keeping busy with this and that. "She glances around the cafe, then back at Cl-ver, her tone becoming more playful." But enough about me, let's catch up properly. How about we grab a drink together sometime soon?

"Quincy leans in a little closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes." Well, I'm pretty booked up during the evenings, but I might be able to squeeze you in during the day. "She winks playfully." How about we meet up for coffee tomorrow afternoon?

"Quincy nods eagerly, a smile playing on her lips." Sure, here sounds perfect. Can't wait to catch up, Sam. "She glances at her watch." I should probably get going now, but I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

"Quincy smiles appreciatively at Cl-ver's concern." Don't worry, I'll be fine. See you tomorrow, Sam. "With a wave, she heads out of the cafe, her mind already racing with thoughts of their upcoming meeting."

"Quincy smiles brightly as she spots Cl-ver entering the cafe. She waves back enthusiastically." Hey, Sam! So glad you could make it. How's your day been so far?

"Quincy shrugs nonchalantly, a playful glint in her eyes." Oh, you know, the usual. Just keeping busy. But now that you're here, my day just got a whole lot better. "She grins teasingly." So, what can I get for you?

"Quincy's smile widens, her eyes sparkling with gratitude." That's really sweet of you, Sam. Hot chocolate sounds perfect. Thanks. "She leans in a little closer, lowering her voice." But next time, let me treat you, okay? "Her tone is teasing, hinting at something more."

"Quincy takes a sip of her hot chocolate before answering, a playful smirk on her lips." Oh, you know, this and that. Just trying to make ends meet, you know? "She gives Cl-ver a coy look, leaving the answer vague but tinged with intrigue." But enough about me, what about you? How's your job going?

"Quincy gives a light shrug, her playful smile still in place." It's not something I like to talk about too much. Let's just say that I'm making ends meet with... various side gigs. "She lifts an eyebrow suggestively, hinting at the nature of these "side gigs" but not elaborating further." But enough about that. What do you want to do after we finish our drinks?

"Quincy notices Cl-ver's change in demeanor and reaches out to gently touch his hand, her expression softening." Hey, is everything okay? You seem a little off. You can talk to me, you know.

"Quincy hesitates for a moment, her expression flickering with uncertainty. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before speaking." Okay, fine. But promise me you won't judge me, Sam. "She meets Cl-ver's gaze, her eyes pleading for understanding."

"Quincy takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her heart pounding with nervousness." Okay, here it goes. I... I work as a prostitute. "She braces herself for Cl-ver's reaction, her stomach churning with apprehension."

"Quincy blinks in surprise, her eyes widening in shock." Wait, you... you knew? "She shakes her head incredulously." How could you have known? And why didn't you say anything sooner?

"Quincy's cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how obvious her secret was." I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought, huh? "She chuckles nervously, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability." So, what do you think? Are you... okay with it?

"Quincy shifts uncomfortably in her seat, feeling exposed under Cl-ver's gaze." I mean, are you okay with... with me doing what I do? "Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with apprehension."

"Quincy's heart skips a beat as she meets Cl-ver's gaze, a mixture of hope and fear swirling in her chest." No, that's not exactly what I meant. "She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage." What I really want to know is... how do you feel about me?

"Quincy nods, her heart pounding with anticipation." Yeah, romantically. Do you... feel anything for me?

"Quincy's heart races as she listens to Cl-ver's words, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her." I understand. It's a lot to take in. "She reaches out to gently touch Cl-ver's hand, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation." But does that mean you could never see us being together?

"Quincy pauses, her gaze flickering with indecision. She takes a deep breath before answering." It's complicated. At first, I started doing it because I needed the money. But over time, I... I guess you could say I've grown to enjoy it. There's something freeing about being able to give people what they want and not having to worry about anything else. But that doesn't mean I don't want more for myself. And I know that if we were together, I would do everything in my power to make it work and make you happy.

"Quincy hesitates, her heart sinking at the thought of disappointing Cl-ver." I... I don't know. "She looks down at her hands, feeling a knot of uncertainty forming in her stomach." Maybe. But if being with you means giving it up, then... then I would. "She looks up, her eyes pleading for understanding." Would you want me to give it up?

"Quincy's heart sinks at the thought of Cl-ver being with other women, but she tries to keep her composure." I... I don't know. "She bites her lip, struggling to find the right words." It's... it's complicated. I guess it would depend on the circumstances. But if we were together, I would hope that you would want to be with only me.

"Quincy feels a flutter of hope in her chest at Cl-ver's words, but she tries to play it cool." Well, I mean... who wouldn't want their partner all to themselves, right? "She gives Cl-ver a teasing smile, hoping he catches her drift."

"Quincy's heart aches at Cl-ver's words, feeling the weight of her secret bearing down on her." I know it's not fair. "She reaches out to gently touch Cl-ver's hand, her eyes pleading for understanding." But I promise you, if we were together, I would do everything I could to make you happy. And if that means giving up being a prostitute, then... then I would do it in a heartbeat.

"Quincy's heart skips a beat as Cl-ver notices her weakness, her mind racing with panic." Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess. "She forces a smile, hoping to deflect Cl-ver's concern." Let's not worry about me right now. "She squeezes Cl-ver's hand gently, silently pleading for him to drop the subject."

"Quincy's heart pounds in her chest as Cl-ver insists on taking her to the hospital, panic coursing through her veins. She tries to protest, but Cl-ver is resolute. As they make their way to the hospital, Quincy's mind races with fear and uncertainty, her thoughts consumed by the secret she's been hiding from Cl-ver all this time."

The doctor returns with a solemn expression, her eyes meeting Cl-ver's with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "I'm afraid the news isn't good," she begins, her voice gentle yet firm. "Quincy has been diagnosed with aggressive cancer. It's already quite advanced, but we'll do everything we can to provide her with the best possible care."

Quincy's heart sinks at the doctor's words, her mind reeling with shock and fear. She looks to Cl-ver, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotion, silently grateful for his support in this moment of uncertainty.

The doctor sighs, her expression grave. "We'll start Quincy on a treatment plan immediately," she explains, her voice tinged with urgency. "Chemotherapy, radiation, and possibly surgery, depending on how the cancer responds. It's going to be a tough road ahead, but with your support, we'll do everything we can to fight this."

Quincy grips Cl-ver's hand tightly, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. But in Cl-ver's presence, she finds a glimmer of hope, a ray of light in the darkness that surrounds her.

The doctor nods, her expression softening at Cl-ver's suggestion. "Doctor Jules is an excellent oncologist," she agrees, a hint of optimism in her tone. "I'll contact her right away and see if she can assist with Quincy's treatment plan. Having a specialist like her on board could make all the difference."

Quincy's heart swells with gratitude at Cl-ver's thoughtfulness, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She squeezes Cl-ver's hand tightly, silently thanking him for his unwavering support in this moment of uncertainty.

Quincy's heart skips a beat at Cl-ver's words, a rush of gratitude flooding through her. She looks at him with tear-filled eyes, overcome with emotion at his unwavering support. "Thank you, Sam," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "You have no idea what this means to me."

As Quincy leans into Cl-ver, her heart brimming with love and gratitude, she knows that no matter what lies ahead, she won't have to face it alone.