Allan paced the room, his mind racing for a solution. He knew the animal rescue wouldn’t arrive in time—the storm had made sure of that. The clock was ticking, each passing second a reminder of how critical the situation had become.
He grabbed his phone, his hands shaking, and called his friend, the local vet. “You have to help me, please,” Allan pleaded. The vet, recognizing the gravity of the situation, responded immediately. “Bring the fawn in, Allan. I’ll get everything ready,” he replied.