Quinn was in the hospital, with Max by her side. He’d told the lady at the front desk that he was Quinn’s brother. The lady believed him and led him to Quinn’s room. He was sitting, staring at the face of his friend. “You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered. A doctor walked in and Max stood upright. “What’s wrong with her?” asked Max.
The doctor, a grim expression on his face, said, in a matter-of-fact way, “Your sister is highly malnourished.”
“So, is there anything you can do for her?” asked Max, hoping that there was.
“We’ll keep an eye on her for a week. She will be receiving nutrients from a feeding tube for a while. Tell me, is your sister, by chance, homeless?”
Max was startled. He hadn’t thought that she could be homeless. After all, she smelled okay, and she was quite kind… and then he realized that the reason he had been brought to the worn-down building was because she didn’t have a place of her own to keep her art.
“Sir?” prompted the doctor, interrupting Max’s thoughts.
“Yes? Oh! I don’t know for certain, but it is a possibility,” answered Max.
“You’re not really her brother, are you?” speculated the doctor.