An Busy Waiting Area
As I walked into the clinic, it felt like the whole neighborhood had chosen today for a vet visit—the waiting room was packed. Dogs barked, cats hissed, and anxious faces filled every seat. I clutched Max tightly, doing my best to keep him calm while his swelling worsened by the minute. Every tick of the clock stretched endlessly, and all I wanted was for someone to see him and reassure me that everything would be okay.
An Busy Waiting Area
Making Sure Max Is In
I stepped up to the reception desk, doing my best to stay calm. “Max’s face is swollen—maybe a bee sting,” I said, my voice trembling. The receptionist gave a quick nod, typing swiftly before assuring me someone would see us soon. I returned to my seat and glanced down at Max, whose soft whines rose above the background noise of the busy room. Gently rubbing his head, I whispered, “Hang in there, buddy,” while my mind spiraled with fears of allergic reactions and worst-case scenarios.
Making Sure Max Is In
