Awaiting Findings
Back in the dim exam room, my anxiety intensified with every tick of the clock. Max whimpered softly beside me, his discomfort clear and heartbreaking. I tried to focus on the cheerful posters of smiling dogs plastered on the walls, but they offered little comfort as my thoughts kept circling back to his condition. Was this something serious? The minutes dragged on endlessly, each one wrapped tighter in worry than the last.
Awaiting Findings
Dr. Lane Returns
At last, Dr. Lane returned, her calm presence filling the room. Though her face was neutral at first, I clung to the hope that she brought good news. “We’ve got some results,” she said, holding a stack of papers in her hand. My heart skipped a beat, every muscle tensing as I hung on her words. She paused for just a moment, but it felt like an eternity—I leaned forward, desperate for answers, needing to know what was happening to Max.
Dr. Lane Returns
