A door swung open. A veterinarian stepped out, still wearing gloves, her face composed in that careful way doctors have when outcomes could go either direction. “Are you Ranger’s owner?” Emily stood so fast her chair scraped. “Yes.”
The vet approached, voice calm but firm. “We administered antivenom immediately. Coral snake venom works quickly — he’s weak, but the fact that he made it here this fast gives him a real fighting chance.”