Daisy’s Unease
Daisy trembled, her eyes flicking nervously between me and the nurse pacing the hallway. I ran my hand gently over her ears, murmuring soft reassurances. “It’s going to be okay, girl,” I whispered, though doubt churned in my chest. The nurse avoided my gaze, her silence only deepening my unease. Daisy’s unwavering trust in me was a heavy reminder of my responsibility to figure this out—whatever it might be.
Daisy’s Unease
Curious Onlookers
Across the waiting room, a couple sat quietly, their eyes darting toward us every few minutes. Their hushed whispers and sideways glances made me feel as though we were under scrutiny, caught in an unwelcome spotlight. I pretended not to notice, but their curiosity only heightened the awkwardness of the moment. To steady myself, I focused on rubbing Daisy’s back, doing my best to ignore the creeping self-consciousness and the storm of questions buzzing in my mind.
Curious Onlookers
