Owen took his seat next to Julianna, knowing that if that dog came back as having no known owner that he would soon be an (unwilling and unproud) pet owner. They both knew it. He threaded his arm around Julianna’s shoulders and pulled her under the protective custody of his one-armed embrace.
“We’ll just see.” He said, not wanting to seem too much a hard-ass even while he hoped they were in the clear.
“Let me take that to the car for you.” He offered of the soiled towel she was holding in her lap. “Do you want something to drink? We might be here a while.”
Cain indeed proceeded to set the IV without waiting for his assistant to return with the shaver. It was his professional medical opinion that expediency was needed more than sterility when the dog seemed to be fading towards the twilight side of consciousness. The IV was set and the little dog was being pumped with fluids.
Cain paged his assistant to bring the portable ultrasound instead of the shaver and to let the radiology tech know they would be coming in a few minutes for a series. Both tests went as planned and found both good things and bad things.
“No internal bleeding but she has -” he was holding an x-ray up to the light to show his assistant, “two fractured ribs. Here” he pointed with his index finger while the assistant nodded along, “and there.” The glossy film was tossed into the file. “We can leave those be - but!” he held off in finishing his thought while he gave the heart and lungs another listen through his stethoscope. “Let’s give a little something for pain.”
Grey eyes rolled towards the ceiling and his lips moved as he made the dosing calculations in his head. “Point two five milligrams of Morphine slow IV push. And let’s see if she has a chip and get some bandages on those wounds.” The tech moved as if to draw up the medication but Cain stopped her. “Actually did that second round of blood draws come back?”
The tech was dispatched to find out the fate of the labs while Cain administered pain medications, applied gauzy bandages to the wounds, and learned that indeed the animal was not chipped. “Well fuck.” He cursed in disbelief. He would have figured that a teacup breed like this one surely had some old lady somewhere looking for her. But no tags no chip was odd. “Who do you belong to?” He asked to the now (safely) drugged dog while he pulled off latex gloves. He scratched idly behind the dog's ears for a moment. It seemed like a sweet dog, and now somewhat sedated, he couldn't help but give it a comforting pet.
After a moment, Cain turned away to finished taking notes in the chart. He snorted at the delayed thought that came to him, “I guess you belong to my mom now.” The idea of his mother owning a tiny dog and how much that would annoy his stubborn father brought Cain an endless amount of amusement and he chuckled to himself while he made his notes.
“We’ll just see.” He said, not wanting to seem too much a hard-ass even while he hoped they were in the clear.
“Let me take that to the car for you.” He offered of the soiled towel she was holding in her lap. “Do you want something to drink? We might be here a while.”
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Cain indeed proceeded to set the IV without waiting for his assistant to return with the shaver. It was his professional medical opinion that expediency was needed more than sterility when the dog seemed to be fading towards the twilight side of consciousness. The IV was set and the little dog was being pumped with fluids.
Cain paged his assistant to bring the portable ultrasound instead of the shaver and to let the radiology tech know they would be coming in a few minutes for a series. Both tests went as planned and found both good things and bad things.
“No internal bleeding but she has -” he was holding an x-ray up to the light to show his assistant, “two fractured ribs. Here” he pointed with his index finger while the assistant nodded along, “and there.” The glossy film was tossed into the file. “We can leave those be - but!” he held off in finishing his thought while he gave the heart and lungs another listen through his stethoscope. “Let’s give a little something for pain.”
Grey eyes rolled towards the ceiling and his lips moved as he made the dosing calculations in his head. “Point two five milligrams of Morphine slow IV push. And let’s see if she has a chip and get some bandages on those wounds.” The tech moved as if to draw up the medication but Cain stopped her. “Actually did that second round of blood draws come back?”
The tech was dispatched to find out the fate of the labs while Cain administered pain medications, applied gauzy bandages to the wounds, and learned that indeed the animal was not chipped. “Well fuck.” He cursed in disbelief. He would have figured that a teacup breed like this one surely had some old lady somewhere looking for her. But no tags no chip was odd. “Who do you belong to?” He asked to the now (safely) drugged dog while he pulled off latex gloves. He scratched idly behind the dog's ears for a moment. It seemed like a sweet dog, and now somewhat sedated, he couldn't help but give it a comforting pet.
After a moment, Cain turned away to finished taking notes in the chart. He snorted at the delayed thought that came to him, “I guess you belong to my mom now.” The idea of his mother owning a tiny dog and how much that would annoy his stubborn father brought Cain an endless amount of amusement and he chuckled to himself while he made his notes.
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