Dr. Edwards set up a makeshift enclosure in a heated side room, carefully placing the rabbit inside. The storm still raged outside, a reminder of how quickly things could turn deadly. Allan stood back, watching the small creature curl up on the soft towels, its breathing steadier than before.
“You should rest,” Dr. Edwards said, guiding Allan toward a chair. “I’ll keep an eye on it.” Allan nodded numbly and sank into the seat. His mind replayed every moment—Madeline at his doorstep, the frozen bundle in the snow, the near-crash, the powerless clinic. And yet, despite it all, the rabbit had survived.