Concerned Remarks
The room was still, broken only by Max’s soft whimpers, and the seriousness on Dr. Lane’s face made my anxiety surge. Her eyes moved carefully over his swollen muzzle, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t quite fit. Every second of silence stretched unbearably long until she finally spoke: “I need to run some tests.” Her voice was calm, almost steady, but I could sense the concern she was trying to hide—and that scared me even more.
Concerned Remarks
More Examinations Are Needed
Dr. Lane offered a reassuring glance as she said, “This could be an allergic reaction, but I’d like to do some checks to be sure.” Her tone was measured and professional, yet the worry beneath her words was impossible to miss. I nodded without hesitation, trusting her judgment completely. She gave Max a gentle pat and promised it wouldn’t take long, but as she stepped out of the room, a deeper worry began to settle in my chest—something told me this was more than just a simple reaction.
More Examinations Are Needed
