animal attack.

He pulled into the parking lot and drove around the building to the ambulance entrance. He threw the truck in park, jumped out, and ripped the back door open. The girl looked paler than she’d been before, and he could tell that she was barely hanging onto life. She smelled of approaching death. His wolf howled in his head with concern for the little girl. Her labored breaths whispering across her lips and were barely audible. He gently picked her up and swung her through the sliding doors, rushing toward the room the staff had already set up for his arrival.

The second he entered the building, organized chaos surrounded Robert and his little bundle. She was gently put on a bed, stripped of clothing, covered in heatedblankets, and stuck with multiple needles to start the tests needed to track her ailments. An IV was started in one small hand as her blood pressure was taken. She was so close to death that her blood pressure caused errors on the monitoring equipment. Nurses scurried around, barking orders, making calls, and taking care of the girl.

In all the commotion, Robert stepped back and watched. He was on vacation and knew that hospital policy wouldn’t allow him to work on the girl without clocking in. He felt responsible for her, though, so he stayed quiet and stood against the wall watching his coworkers attempt to bring the girl back from the brink of death. He tried to close out the conversations, but pieces made it through his