Dr. Edwards didn’t waste a second. He moved swiftly, grabbing warmed fluids and a syringe, administering small doses to the rabbit. The heated blankets whirred to life, offering steady warmth. Allan held his breath as the rabbit’s whiskers twitched again, its small chest rising and falling just a little stronger.
Dr. Edwards finally looked at him, relief softening his features. “Your timing was critical,” he said quietly. “Another hour might’ve been too late.” Allan let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into his bones. The rabbit wasn’t fully safe yet, but at least it had a fighting chance.