it?â Elana asked. Raine knew it was exactly one month and three days since theyâd worked together. Since her life had irrevocably changed. âYouâve been working in the minor care area and Iâve been cutting back my hours now that Iâm pregnant. The morning sickness has been awful. Brock is being a tad overly protective lately, but Iâm not going to complain. Iâm scheduled to work this weekend.â
âGreat. Iâm working the weekend, too and Iâm back on the schedule in the trauma bay. Iâll see you then.â Raine hung up the phone, feeling a bit deflated. Not that she begrudged her friend one ounce of happiness. Elana had gone through some rough times, too.
Elana had moved on from her painful past, and Raine was sure she could too. One day at a time.
Since the last thing she needed was more time on herhands, Raine forced herself to climb out of bed. There was no point in wallowing in self-pity for the rest of the day.
She needed to take action. To focus on the positive. Sheâd taken to volunteering at the animal shelter on her days off, as dealing with animals was somehow easier lately, than dealing with people.
It was time to visit her furry friends who were always there when she needed them.
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Caleb pulled up in front of his fatherâs house and swallowed a deep sigh. His father had called to ask for help, after injuring his ankle after falling off a ladder. His father was currently living alone, as his most recent relationship had ended in an unsurprising break-up. Caleb was relieved that at least this time his father had been smart enough to avoid marrying the woman. With four divorces under his belt, youâd think his father would learn. But, no, he kept making the same mistakes over and over again.
Leaving Caleb to pick up the pieces.
He walked up to the house, frowning a bit when he saw the front door was open. He knocked on the screen door, before opening it. âDad? Are you in there?â
âOver here, Caleb,â his father called out. His fatherâs black Lab, Grizzly, let out a warning bark, but then came rushing over to greet him as he walked through the living room into the kitchen. He took a moment to pet the excited dog, and then crossed over to where his father was seated at the table, with his ankle propped on the chair beside him. âThanks for coming.â
âSure.â He bent over his fatherâs ankle, assessing theswollen joint, tenderly palpating the bruised tissue around the bone. âAre you sure this isnât broken?â
âTold you I took X-rays at the shelter, didnât I?â his father said in a cantankerous tone. âItâs not broken, itâs only sprained. Did you bring the crutches?â
âYes, theyâre in the car.â But he purposely hadnât brought them in. Heâd asked his father to come into the ED while he was working, but did he listen? No. His father had taken his own X-rays on the machine he used for animals. Caleb would rather have looked at the films himself.
âWhy did ya leave them out there? Go get âem.â
Caleb propped his hands on his hips and scowled at his father. âDad, be reasonable. Take a couple of days off. Being on crutches around animals is just asking for trouble. Surely the shelter can do without you for a few days?â
âI told you, thereâs some sort of infection plaguing several of the new animals. I retired from my full-time veterinary practice last year, didnât I? I only go to the shelter three days a week and every other Saturday. Surely thatâs not too much for an old codger like me.â His dad yanked on the fabric of his pants leg to help lift his injured foot down on the floor. âIf you wonât drive me, Iâll arrange for a cab.â
Caleb closed his eyes and counted to ten, searching for patience. He didnât remember ever calling his dad an old codger, but