Expert Examination
Dr. Thompson leaned forward, his sharp eyes carefully examining every detail of the peculiar pup. His touch was gentle, yet his intense focus was enough to make my nerves spike. “Hmm,” he murmured, almost to himself, the deep furrows on his forehead betraying the absence of an immediate solution. Each passing second felt unbearably long, my thoughts spiraling in chaotic, restless loops.
Expert Examination
Uncertainty’s Tools
Dr. Thompson paused briefly, his hand hovering over a set of tools before letting out a quiet, resigned sigh. “Let’s see what we can find,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. His movements carried a sense of tentative exploration, as if even he found the task daunting. I wanted desperately to help, to do something, anything—but all I could do was stand there, a silent spectator, caught between hope and fear.
Uncertainty’s Tools
