Tears flooded Derrick’s eyes. He pressed a shaking hand to his mouth, raw emotion pulsing in his throat. The vet steadied him gently, explaining that Rusty would require extended care, but the worst danger had passed. Donations covered everything, ensuring Rusty could heal without further financial obstacles.
Derrick wiped his eyes, quietly asking the nurse at Rusty’s bedside, “Who started the charity post?” He glanced at the monitors, grateful for each steady beep. The nurse exchanged a soft smile with her colleague, nodding toward the back office. “The vet tech who first checked Rusty in,” she said.