Carlisle’s POV
I dropped the syringe into the yellow box on the trolley and smiled at the patient. Her name was Leanne. She’d just been bitten door her dog, Pixie, who was an ‘overexcited’ rottweiler. I’d just gegeven her a tetanus jab.
“You really should have your dog seen to,” I said, as I rolled down her sleeve. With my eyes I could see meer faint bite marks up her arms.
She looked down at the bandage I’d wrapped around her hand. I saw tears forming in her eyes.
“They’ll put her down,” she said, quietly. “She’s all I’ve got.”
She sniffed and then looked up again, a...
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