“We start slowly,” she said. “Small amounts. Recheck blood values. Watch electrolytes.”
“So even feeding him can hurt him?”
“If it’s done incorrectly, yes.”
I stared at Sombra.
Everything that should have been simple had become dangerous.
Water.
Food.Try New Foods
Movement.
Sleep.
His body was balancing on almost nothing.
One technician brought a fresh blanket and tucked it around him.
Sombra’s eyes remained open.
Whenever someone walked past the kennel, he tracked them.
Whenever I moved away, his head tried to follow me.
“You can stay a little while,” Dr. Morris said.
I looked at the clock.
It was nearly eight.
“You’re closed.”
“We’re closed to appointments. He’s not going anywhere.”
Neither was I.
I sat beside his kennel with my back against the wall.
Around nine, a technician named Marisol brought me coffee.
“You’ve done rescues before?”
“Some.”
“You keeping him?”
