Allan gently laid the fawn near the fireplace, wrapping it tightly in a thick blanket. The warmth of the fire filled the room, but it seemed to do little for the fawn, whose breathing remained labored and shallow.
Allan watched helplessly as the fawn’s condition continued to deteriorate, its once alert eyes now barely open, flickering with the barest signs of life. The fear of losing the animal gripped him, the thought of it dying after all he had been through to rescue it from freezing was unbearable.