“I haven’t thought that far.”
She looked at Sombra.
He was staring directly at me.
Marisol smiled.
“I think he has.”
The humor helped for perhaps five seconds.
Then Sombra attempted to shift his body and cried out.
I was on my knees instantly.
“Hey.”
Dr. Morris came over.
She checked him again and adjusted his pain medication.Relieve Pain
“His pelvis hurts badly.”
“What would he have done for a month?”
“What do you mean?”
“If he was injured this badly and no one treated him. What did he do?”
She hesitated.
“He adapted.”
That word sounded too gentle.
“He probably avoided putting weight on the injured side. He may have used his front legs to pull himself. He may have learned where he could hide and where he could find water. Dogs compensate remarkably well.”
I pictured him dragging himself across concrete.
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